The hospital was quiet now. Ava rested in her bed, breathing slowly but steady. Clara sat beside her, holding her hand. Ryan stayed near, eyes sharp, always watching.Rocas came back from checking the dustbin. “Boss… we got proof. Drugs. Papers. A small phone. All hidden by Eric.”Ryan’s heart pounded. “Good… finally we can stop him.”Clara wiped her tears. “But… how do we catch him?”Ryan shook his head. “We call police… now. He is finished.”Rocas quickly called Deputy Cole. “We found the proof… he is hiding drugs. He is dangerous.”Ryan stayed close to Ava. “She is our priority. But Eric… he must pay.”Outside, Eric walked near his car. He smiled thinking he was smart. He did not see the police waiting.Suddenly, red and blue lights flashed. Police cars blocked the street. Officers stepped out, guns in hand. Eric froze.“Eric… hands up!” one officer shouted.Eric’s eyes widened. He ran, but police ran faster. They surrounded him. He tried to hide the bag, but one officer grabbe

The police station was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sounds were the occasional clatter of keyboards, phones ringing, and distant footsteps echoing through the hallways. Inside one of the interrogation rooms, Eric sat slumped in a chair. His face was swollen, bruised from the hospital and the scuffle when they caught him. Despite everything, he refused to speak.Detective Cole, Ryan’s best friend, stepped into the room. He looked at Eric, anger and frustration written all over his face. “Eric… you’re in deep trouble. We know what you did. Now, you need to talk. Who else is involved? Where is the rest of your gang? Speak, or this is going to get worse.”Eric’s lips curled into a sneer, but he didn’t answer. His eyes were cold, calculating. He wanted to act tough, like nothing could touch him. But inside, he was nervous. He knew the police were serious this time. They wouldn’t let him walk away.Cole slammed his hands on the table. “Don’t play games with me! You helped kidnap A

The house was quiet that morning. Nobody talked. Nobody even smiled. The whole place felt heavy, like a dark cloud was sitting inside the walls. Ava was resting in the guest room, sleeping softly. She was better, but she still looked weak and tired. Clara sat beside her almost every minute, watching her like she was afraid Ava would disappear again.Ryan sat in the living room with his hands on his head. He had not slept. His eyes were red, and his face looked tired. Rocas sat near him, but even Rocas was quiet. Mrs Harrison was in the dining area, her face swollen from crying. She had not stopped crying since they brought her home from the hospital.The whole house felt empty without Ryan’s uncle. Every time someone remembered him, another round of tears came. It was like nobody knew how to move on. Everyone was waiting for something. Waiting for news. Waiting for answers. Waiting for truth.Then, around noon… there was a knock.A loud knock.KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!Ryan lif

The police station was noisy that evening. People were talking, complaining, and shouting from different cells. The smell of sweat and dirty floor filled the whole place.Eric sat alone at first, holding his head with both hands. His face was swollen from the beating the officers gave him earlier. His mouth hurt. His ribs hurt. His pride hurt the most.He looked around the cell angrily. “They think they can beat me like this,” he muttered under his breath. “Ryan… that stupid Ryan. I will deal with him. I swear I will not let him rest.”He kicked the iron bars with his shoe and hissed loudly.One prisoner at the far corner looked at him with irritation. “Oga, keep quiet. You are disturbing everybody.”Eric turned sharply. “And who are you to tell me to keep quiet?! Do you know who I am?”Another prisoner laughed from the next corner. “If you are important, why are you here? Important people don’t sleep inside cell.”The whole cell burst into laughter.Eric became more angry. He grip

Ryan sat on the long wooden bench inside the police station, feeling tired and drained. The whole place was noisy. Phones kept ringing. Officers walked up and down with files. Prisoners inside the cell argued and shouted every few seconds. But Ryan’s mind was far away from the noise.He kept thinking and thinking.Deputy Cole walked toward him slowly and pulled a chair beside him. Cole was older, with gentle eyes and a calm spirit. He looked at Ryan for a moment before speaking.“Ryan, your face looks heavy. What is wrong?” Cole asked.Ryan sighed deeply. “Cole, I don’t even know where to start. Everything feels confusing. After all the things that happened… the kidnappers, the shooting, the hospital, the stress… my head is full.”Cole nodded slowly. “I understand. You have passed through a lot these past weeks. Anyone in your shoes will feel the same.”Ryan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Sometimes I feel like trouble is following me. I don’t even look for it, y