chapter252

As soon as Officer Byrne heard the news, he gave the order for everyone to move out.

Byron couldn't help but be in awe of Lydia. Honestly, every time L got involved, their cases seemed to solve themselves. It was like someone had hit fast forward. Suspects were found in no time, just like something straight out of a crime drama.

Lydia, I'm sorry to ask again, but could you help us one more time? Leroy is just too slippery," Officer Byrne said, clearly frustrated.

Leroy had already covered his tracks. All his old phone numbers were dead, no one in his family could be reached, and it was like he'd just disappeared into thin air. But Lydia, quick as ever, managed to track down the last place Leroy had been seen. She kept digging until she found a lead near the airport.

"Alright, I'll do my best."

On the other side of the city, Allen hung up his phone and sat there, thinking. Something didn't add up.

He knew Corbyn, his right-hand man, better than anyone. No matter how tough things got, Corbyn always found a way. But today, he was stuck dealing with a young girl and needed Allen to come back and handle it himself? That had never happened before.

Was there something special about this girl?

That didn't make sense. His sister said she was just a nobody, no connections, nothing special. So why was she so hard to handle?

None of it made sense. The more Allen thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He shot up from the couch, and the two girls with bunny ears and barely any clothes hurried over, each pressing close to him on either side. Their voices were sweet and playful. "Mr. Reeves, what's going on?"

Normally, Allen would have loved the attention, maybe pulled them closer and enjoyed himself. But not tonight. He just wasn't in the mood.

"Move," he grumbled, pushing them away as he headed for his clothes.

He had just untied the towel from around his waist when the door burst open with a loud crash.

"Police! Don't move!"

Everything happened at once. The two bunny girls screamed and dove for cover. Allen, caught off guard and completely naked, grabbed his towel and, wrapped it around himself again, shouting at the officers pouring in. What's wrong with you idiots? Who said you could barge in here?"

This area was supposed to be under the Fifth Precinct. Any police business here should've been

handled by people he knew. That was the whole reason Allen felt safe enough to do whatever he wanted. He never thought anyone would dare to mess with him here.

"Allen Reeves! You're under investigation! Hands up, get down!"

The detective in charge flashed his badge, his face hard as stone. "We're from the

First Precinct Detective Unit. Please cooperate with our investigation.

Allen stood there, stunned.

What was happening?

The First Precinct Detective Unit?

"You're from the First Precinct?" He was so shocked he almost dropped his towel.

His mind raced. How did they find him here?

"That's right, Mr. Reeves. Please come with us."

Allen's legs felt like jelly. He nearly collapsed on the spot.

"Wait, hold on, what's going on? I was just here to relax after a long day, nothing

else. We're all on the same side, aren't we? Come on, help me out here."

The lead detective, Emmitt, just stared at him, completely

unimpressed. He said one thing, and

his voice was ice cold. "Thing, and

about

it. How do you think we got here so fast?"

Allen's face froze.

"Was it Corbyn? Did he betray me?" He couldn't believe it. He'd always treated

Corbyn well. Why would he stab him in the back?