The police commander frowned. He was surprised by Frans' attitude, which seemed to be hiding something from him as well as from Edward. "What's wrong with him? Why is he acting like that to me? And somehow I feel like there's something he's hiding from Edward about that photo?" thought George. He noticed Frans' movements, which seemed to be different from usual.
"Isn't he a confidant, Edward? But why--" His inner sentence trailed off. "No...no...no, I can't think negatively like that," he continued.
"Master Edward." Edward turned his head, he stopped the seriousness he was checking the report from Jack's secretary. "My job is done, and it seems I'm no longer needed here!" he continued.
"Ooh... I'm sorry I neglected you, Commander George!" he said. "I still have so much to do here that I forgot Commander George was even in this room!" he continued feeling guilty.
"That's fine! Then I'll excuse myself." George held out his hand.
"Thank you very much for all your help, Commander George. Your kindness will always be remembered!" Edward said returning George's handshake.
"No need to be shy, Mr. Edward. This is all my job!" said George, shaking hands for a few minutes with Edward. "Excuse me!"
"Okay, be careful on the road, Commander George!"
George walked out of the room, got on the lift and off the lift. In the parking lot his men had been waiting for him all along, and he saw Jack already in the car with a very annoyed face.
"Let's find out about Frans, Mr. Edward's assistant!" whispered George as he stepped into the car. Then followed by his men.
"Hey... I need to talk to my lawyer. And you guys can discuss everything with him, so let me go now!" babble Jack.
"You can talk about that in the office!" he said. He fastened his seat belt and the wheels of the car began to turn.
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Arriving at the police station,
"Sit here! Let's make a report first! After that, you may call your lawyer!" said one of George's men.
"I'm innocent, sir! I'm just a victim of slander. Please set me free now, sir!" babble Jack. He still maintains that he is innocent.
"Your name!" The police didn't want to mince words.
"W-what? So you're ignoring me?"
"QUICKLY SAY YOUR NAME!" the policeman snapped.
Jack said his name, then his address. Then he mentioned the motive for committing this crime to cause one life to be lost. Edward's uncle looked displeased with being treated like a high-class convict.
"Okay, it's done. Now you come with me!"
"Where to?"
"To the holding cell! Where do you think it's going?" The cop snapped at Jack one more time. He looks like he doesn't like Jack.
"Sir wait sir! I'm not the culprit, and I need a lawyer. Please let me call a lawyer!" prevent Jack from accepting. He felt that he was a victim, not a perpetrator of a crime as alleged by the police.
"You better not fight."
"I will sue you if I can't exercise my right to defend myself and speak to a lawyer!" concluded Jack. He is stubborn.
The policeman was silent for a few minutes. "Fine, I'll let you talk to a lawyer. But only 15 minutes, no more!"
"What?"
"Why? Too late? Or I'll bring it down to 10 minutes!"
"No ... no! All right, fifteen minutes. I think that's enough!" Jack argued that he almost lost too much time.
The cop removed his handcuffs and handed Jack the phone. The boy started dialing the number to be dialed. Jack waited a moment, the dial tone ringing in his ears.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Until more than ten minutes Jack waited for his phone call to be picked up by Brandy. "Shit, where's Brandy?" Jack cursed angrily. He tried one more time, and it didn't take long for Jack to speak to his lawyer.
"Hello Mister Jack!"
"Brandy, where are you?" asked Jack matter-of-factly.
"I'm accompanying Miss Katty shopping, sir!"
"Hurry up here, free me and execute a contingency plan to take down that snot-nosed brat!" said Jack very annoyed.
"Free Master? Where are you now?"
"Prison! That brat has put me in prison!" he replied. "Get over here quickly, I don't want to step foot into that cramped, smelly room!" he continued. Jack looked utterly disgusted at the thought of being cramped and smelling of prison.
"Time is up!" the policeman shouted, turning off Jack's phone, who had not finished his conversation with Brandy. "Now, you come with me!"
"Where to?"
"Join the other inmates in the prison!" the cop said, dragging Jack along with him.
Meanwhile in Commander George's room, he and his men were busy checking some files about Frans. George's suspicions and intelligence instincts make him feel a premonition that Frans had a hand in the break-in at Edward's company building.
Commander! His men stop George from reading Frans' files. "Look at this!" said George's man named Walter. He showed old photos of Frans.
George reads the file Walter gave him. However, that was not something he should suspect. There is no criminal record other than that Frans was once divorced and his life was quite miserable with his older sister and niece, Gracia.
Then Frans migrated to the city to find work. And out of kindness, he was invited to work by Daniella and Josh at a television company that had just started. Meanwhile, Josh and Daniellan are also actresses and actors.
Frans is very happy to join. In fact, Frans' ability in the world of television, management and finance is quite capable so that Daniella and Josh's company is thriving, so that Edward's parents are able to establish another company besides the television company.
George snorted, then he leaned back against the cushion of the chair. "This can't be used as a benchmark for catching him!" said George giving up a little. "But why is his expression and behavior so suspicious?" thought George remembering earlier in Jack's office. "Or indeed he is good at acting and hiding something, whereas he has worked under the direction of Daniella and Josh who are famous actors and actresses!" thought George starting to analyze.
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To Be Continued.