The lead detective ordered the officers to take the criminals outside to the car.

"Where…where did you find them? What have they said? Those fools are working with Daniel Lane!" George kept yelling as he was taken first out of the room.

"Arrest that sewer rat! That idiot framed us!"

Shelly, on the other hand, was taken aback; she had not expected the FBI to find the fake delegates, especially not when they were on Daniel's payroll. It did not make sense; she expected them to have disappeared halfway around the world.

The puzzle was now confusing her; she had earlier thought she could read Daniel's moves, but she was wrong.

"Move!" One of the agents yelled, snapping her back to reality.

"Wait a minute, we are not dogs; we can be taken in as human beings," Shelly yelled.

The officer ignored her and led her out of the house. To their shock, they found the entire neighborhood swamped with reporters and cameras. Some had jumped the fence and were at the doorsteps trying to get the first ph