Hendrix had sent me the most messages, and I looked them over. Most of them were pictures of him and Anne. They didn't say much. They were just daily greetings, asking me whether I'd already eaten, and what I was doing.
I looked through each of them carefully and found that the last one was sent by him fairly recently. It seemed that he was safe.
I decided to reply after some thought.
I typed, "I'm fine, don't worry!" I didn't know what else I could say.
Then, I also sent a message to Freya and Yana, and a few more, to inform them that I was safe.
The police came soon enough. They needed to collect evidence.
Michael from the Andar Group was really shocked that I had come back. What was even more surprising was that I had brought the police with me.
Upon seeing me, all the documents in his hands fell to the ground instantly. He couldn't hide his astonishment. "Arianna, you..."
I scoffed faintly and said, "Well, thanks to you, I
am still alive!"
The police came forward and arrested him after showing him their ID cards. As for the group of policewomen I had reported on, the police couldn't find any of them within their ranks.
It seemed that they had already made an escape.
I was walking out of the police station when Hendrix called.
I was so familiar with this phone number. Even if it wasn't registered under his name, I still knew it was him just by looking at the number.
It was difficult to decide, whether to pick up the call or not.
I only picked up after staring at the screen for a long time.
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