As Anne fled from the operating room, she spotted a narrow staircase leading up to a small hatch in the ceiling. The hatch was the only means of escape. She climbed the staircase all the way up and she found herself in a room where there were shelves upon shelves of liquor bottles. It suddenly hit her that the operating room was actually underground and that she had stumbled upon Dr. Ken's secret bar.
The operating room, underground was where Dr. Ken killed his victims and collected their organs. And so far, none of his victims had escaped except for Anne. Although she hasn't escaped yet, she needs to get out of Dr. Ken's secret bar before she gets caught.
"how do I get the hell outta here," Anne whispered to herself as she searched for a way out of the room. She saw a door and she rushed to open it but it was locked. The lock was heavy-duty, and she couldn't break it. Only the surgeon and his bodyguard had the key to the door. Anne was trapped again with no way out.
Anne's fragile heart skipped a beat. She continued to yank the door handle but it wouldn't budge. Her heart raced because she desperately wanted to leave before the bodyguard found her there. Her eyes darted around the room in search of another way out. And then, her gaze fell upon a small window in the corner, its frame was coated in dust and cobwebs.
Desperate to get out, she tried to climb through the window but she wasn't tall enough. Anne looked around the room for something to help her and she saw a chair. She quickly dragged the chair across the floor and propped it against the wall under the window.
Anne's heart was pounding as she took a deep breath and climbed onto the chair. She put her hands on the window and pushed it open with all her might. A rush of cool, fresh air filled the room, and Anne felt her lungs fill with a sweet breeze. She peered through the open window and saw that she was on the second story, only a few feet from the ground. She was relieved as she realized that she could jump without hurting herself if she landed carefully.
Anne knew she had to make her jump count. She took a deep breath and jumped out through the window. The wind rushed past her as she fell through the air, her arms and legs flailing. Then, she landed with her feet underneath her, squatting low to absorb the impact. Though, she felt a sharp jolt of pain shoot up her legs. But she kept her balance and stayed on her feet. At last, she has made it.
Anne stood up but her legs were trembling. Although, she was relieved that she had escaped from the surgeon's house. Her body was aching so badly and she tried to run away, but all she could manage was a slow, limping leap. She was physically exhausted from all the commotion that had happened so far.
Anne found herself in the street like a loose cannon. Her beautiful jet-black hair which was packed in a tousled bun had come undone and now it hung loose, tangled strands around her face. Her white top wasn't torn, but it was dirty and stained with brown dust. Her sneakers were dirty too.
Any passerby who saw her in the street would've mistaken her for a mad girl.
Anne looked scared and disheveled. She had also lost her pepper spray while she was struggling to break free from the bodyguard in the operating room. Her phone wasn't with her and she knew it was in the surgeon's house. But right now, none of those things mattered to her. She just wants to go back home, away from this nightmare.
Her head kept spinning and her legs were tired as she limped carelessly on the road. She didn't even know where she was.
Suddenly, a deafening car horn pierced the air. She turned and saw a pair of bright headlights bearing down on her. At that moment, her heart seemed to stop beating. She froze in terror, unable to move as the car skidded towards her. It was too late for her to get off the road so she covered her eyes with her palm preparing to get to the afterlife and all she could hear was the loud screeching sound of the car.
After that, there was an absolute silence everywhere and Anne's heart thundered in her chest as she wondered why time seemed to be standing still.
'Am I dead? Am I still alive?' Anne wasn't sure.
Finally, she lowered her hands from her eyes and she saw a fine young man running towards her. Her eyes were fixed on him and it seemed like the world around her had stopped while the man running towards her was in slow motion. His brow was furrowed in concern, and he looked at her with a mixture of fear and worry.
However, Anne still wasn't sure if she was dead or alive.
As the man approached, Anne's heart leaped and her lips slightly parted as she saw the man a few inches to her. It was Carl, the only man who made her heart, throb. She was more than surprised to see him here. A single tear escaped from her eye as she looked up at him.
Carl gazed down at her, his head unsettled, unsure of how to react, seeing her in this condition but nevertheless, he was here to save her.
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NYPD Company***
In the hallway, Detective Noah was seen hurrying toward Dexter, who was intently scrolling through his phone. Noah had just finished interrogating the man who had been stalking Ms. Harper and taking pictures of her. He needed to share what he had learned with Dexter.
"Dexter!" Noah called out and Dexter turned to face him.
"What is it, boss? Is everything okay?" Dexter said because Noah had an extremely worried look on his face.
"of course not! I have some serious bad news kid. It's about the guy I just arrested." He said to Dexter.
During the interrogation, Noah discovered that the man he had arrested was a private detective hired by Dr. Ken to take pictures of people who appeared healthy. Once Dr. Ken received the pictures, he would lure the subjects to his house and kill them, selling their organs on the black market. The detective's motives were purely financial, with no regard for the lives he was destroying.
At first, Dr. Ken's private detective was proving stubborn not to say anything about why he had been stalking Ms. Harper but, after Noah's tough interrogation tactics, he cracked and confessed everything. He told Noah about Dr. Ken's scheme, including the details of Abigail's death.
Noah was relieved as he learned about Abigail's death and the true identity of Dr. Ken, whose real name was Seth Kennedy. It was disturbing to learn that this man had been killing innocent people and selling their organs for profit.
This case was much bigger than Noah had originally thought especially with the fact that Carl was involved. He saw some photos of Carl on the detective's camera and he learned that Dr. Ken had a personal grudge against Carl.
He also found out that Dr. Ken was plotting to kill Carl and by doing so, he kidnapped Anne in an attempt to lure Carl into a trap.
Without a moment's hesitation, Noah rushed to Carl's office to tell him the news. But when he arrived, the office was empty. Carl was already on his way to save Anne, and he was walking straight into a trap. Noah's heart sank as he realized that he might be too late to warn Carl.
Dexter trembled with fear and panic after hearing that his sister was kidnapped. He pulled out his phone with shaky hands to call her but she didn't pick up. He tried calling Carl too to warn him that he was walking into a trap but he wasn't picking up either. With every ring of the phone, his desperation grew. He was worried that his sister and Carl were both in terrible danger.
"why aren't they answering their phones?!" Dexter exclaimed with panic rising in his voice.
"Dexter! Try to stay calm," Noah said. "I know you're worried about your sister but I'm certain she's okay. And I'm sure Carl will be able to take care of himself… At least we know about Dr. Ken's scheme and all we have to do is get the police to run a search party for Carl and Anne" Noah said and Dexter nodded trying to stay positive.
...…
The time was 12: 31 p. m when Carl left his office in a hurry and raced to the location where he'd been told Anne was being held captive. He drove at top speed, knowing that every second counted. He couldn't afford to be even a minute late.
As Carl drove, his heart pounded in his chest. He was terrified of what might have happened to Anne. The thought of her being hurt was unbearable. He couldn't get the image of the vulnerable Anne, from the photo sent by the kidnappers, out of his head. He kept his foot on the gas, pushing the speed limit. He has to be there on time to save Anne.
But then, what delayed him was when he was pulled over by the police for over speeding. He had to pay a fine, which only added to his frustration and anxiety. After paying the fine, he continued driving at breakneck speed, determined not to let anything or the cops stop him from reaching Anne.
Carl was getting closer to the location when he saw a woman in the middle of the road, walking erratically. He immediately slammed on the brakes and swerved to avoid hitting her. It was a close call because if he hadn't swerved, he would have hit her and she would have been seriously injured, if not killed. He couldn't bear to think of the consequences if he had been just a few seconds slower to react.
Carl immediately pulled over and got out of the car with so much anxiety. He had to know if he had hit the woman or if she was okay. He was driving recklessly and he was unsure if he had hurt her.
Carl squinted his eyes staring at the young lady who was standing in the middle of the road covering her face with her palms like she was prepared to be run over. For a second, he thought she deliberately wanted to commit suicide.
'Wait a second' Carl thought. His eyes widened as he recognized the lady to be Anne. Luckily, no cars were coming. He saw her shivering with fear and he felt his heart nearly explode from his chest.
Carl couldn't believe that he almost killed the love of his life. It was because of this woman he was driving recklessly in the first place. As he looked at her, his eyes filled with fear, compassion, worry, and most of all, love. It was as if his heart were trying to break free from his chest, just to be close to her.
He ran towards her and he saw her staring at him like she didn't recognize who he was. He stopped a foot away from her and he saw her eyes filled with tears. A lump rose in his throat that was hard to swallow.
Anne looked so frightened, so vulnerable, and it broke his heart. He couldn't stand the thought of her being scared or feeling alone and helpless. It was pissing him off.
Anne looked unkempt like she had been living in the wilderness for weeks. But despite her disheveled appearance, her natural beauty still shone through. She looked like a lost princess.
Either way, Carl was just relieved to have found her, the woman who held his heart. Without saying a word, he pulled Anne into a tight embrace. He squeezed her so close to his chest that she could feel his heartbeat.