Despite the warm September temperatures in Akloit, Danielle still felt cold. At the moment, she was temporarily detained in a holding cell, a cold iron door separating her from the outside world.
The room was empty except for the four walls and dim light coming from the hallway, illuminating the corner where she sat.
Her Chanel mini dress had become completely dirty, her face was streaked with tears, and her hair was a mess. Her lifeless eyes stared at the wall in front of her.
Across from her was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a tough-looking face. She had no idea what crime he had committed to end up there, and he didn't seem to be worried about facing prison time, spending his days eating and sleeping.
He was so bored that he even started to pick at his scalp and pick his toes, then used his foot-digging fingers to pick his ears. He seemed like a vulgar and nasty old rogue.
As he boredly looked at Danielle's pretty little face, he raised his thick lips and whistled loudly. "Hey, beautiful, how old are you? You look like a student. Why are you here?"
Danielle shrank back in fear, knees tightly together, sitting on the ground, hands on knees, and her head buried in her kneecaps.
She ignored him.
However, the middle-aged man seemed to be in a good mood and continued to speak aimlessly. "You're likely not getting out of here anytime soon. You might as well tell me your name, and I'll tell you how to get comfortable here."
"Get lost!" Danielle roared at the man furiously, attracting the attention of the patrolling police officer. He knocked on the railing with his baton, reminding those inside to be quieter. "Lower your voices! This isn't a place to chat. If you keep causing trouble, we'll send you straight to the prison!"
This had happened several times this month. This man was a habitual offender, and each time he was detained, he acted as if he were returning home. It gave him a sense of superiority. "Come on, sir, I'm just chatting with the girl here."
"No chatting allowed. This isn't the same as outside. Behave yourself," the police officer warned, and then left, off-duty and headed home. Taking advantage of this shift change window, the middle-aged man called Alfredo stared fixatedly at Danielle.
"Little sister, I will take care of you. Wait and see, you'll be begging for me soon!"
Hearing this, Danielle trembled even more. She was as white as a sheet, thinking to herself, "Why isn't Teagan here yet?"
Little did she know, she might never see Teagan again. Because Teagan was dead!
At five in the morning, a sanitation worker preparing to clean a street near the garbage truck found a high-end black leather bag. Thinking it was a valuable treasure, her eyes lit up.
She quickly walked over and opened the bag to have a look. What she saw inside scared her so much that she fainted on the spot.
The golf bag didn't contain any treasures, but rather a person!
A dead person!
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