As soon as he dropped his weapon, Tom rushed him, tackling him to the ground.
Reaves didn't struggle as the police took him away. There was no need to. If Nexus was half the man he thought he was, then Reaves was rest assured.
Tom led the way, his eyes darting left and right as he marched Reaves to the police station. He wasn't taking him to the prison, if for anything, he needed his help. If Reaves was right about everything, then the real culprit was elsewhere. Dracula was no ordinary player and he knew the consequences of going against him. They had to fight.
At the police station, Reaves paced the room, his hands behind his back as he pondered the situation of things. He knew deep down that something was not adding up, starting with Angel. How could she make a timely report at this time? She also seemed to know something everyone else didn't. Reaves turned to Tom who was buried in a stack of papers.
