Chapter 139
Exposed?
Sarah’s POV:
I heard the wardens chattering loudly, when I got to realize that Chris was going to be moved to a protective.
“But how do they know about that?” Them I realized that they were wardens and not inmates.
I stormed into detective Jame’s office, my face red with anger.
“What do you mean Chris is being moved to a safe house?” I demanded. “He is a convicted criminal, and he needs to serve his time like everyone else!”
He leaned back in his chair, a calm expression on his face. ” Sarah, Chris is a special case.. well sought of, because he was almost killed.” He said.
I narrowed my eyes, my mind racing with skepticism.
“I don’t believe it. He is just trying to wriggle out of his sentence. You’re being soft on him, James.”
He sighed with his expression unchanging.
“Sarah, I assure you, this is not a matter of being soft. Chris is in real danger, and we need to take steps to protect him. Besides I have evidences that his life is at stake.” Detective said.
I snorted, my disgust evident.
“Evidence? Ha! I don’t believe it. Chris is a con artist, and he’s playing you all for fools.” I snorted.
” Sarah, who do you think you are to speak in such a manner?” he asked, his voice firm but measured.
“You are no longer a member of the correctional staff, but an inmate yourself. You have lost your privilege and authority.” He fired at me.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized the truth in his words.
I had been so caught up in my own indignation that I had forgotten my own circumstances.
I was no longer in a position of power, but a prisoner, subject to the same rules and regulations as the very person I was condemning.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
“I… I apologize, James.” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Detective James!” He emphasized
“I forgot myself.” I apologised.
I left his office feeling like the worse person on Earth.
I slumped against the wall, my eyes gazing down at the cold, grey floor.
A sense of despair washed over me, like a wave crashing against the shore.
Despite my best efforts, I haven’t achieved the outcome I so desperately desired.
Detective James, the man I would be able to manoeuvre, remains out of reach and his heart still guarded.
And the syndicate, that elusive and dangerous foe, continues to evade their promises. I feel like I’m grasping at shadows, never quite able to catch hold.
A sigh escapes my lips, and I feel the weight of defeat settling upon me. I’ve risked so much, given so much, and yet… yet I still feel empty, unfulfilled.
The taste of disappointment is bitter on my lips, and I can’t help but wonder if I was foolish to hope for more.
In this moment, I feel lost and alone, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I’m a ship without anchor or rudder, at the mercy of the winds and waves.
And the darkness that surrounds me seems to be closing in, threatening to consume me altogether.
I was greeted with a letter which looked like the syndicates when I reached my room.
My heart raced as I read the words, my mind reeling with fear.
The Syndicate’s letter is like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and dizzy. They know about my daughter. They’re watching her. The threat is implicit, but clear, if I do not continue to cooperate, they will harm her.
I feel a cold sweat trickling down my spine as I think about my little girl, her bright smile and curious eyes. The thought of her being in danger is unbearable.
I’m trapped, caught in a web of fear and deceit. The Syndicate has me right where they want me.
I tried my calm myself down, telling myself that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe.
But the words on the page seem to mock me, taunting me with their cruelty. I’m a pawn in their game, a game I never wanted to play. And now, my daughter’s life is hanging in the balance.
I crumpled to the floor, the letter falling from my hand like a poisonous spider.
I am consumed by a sense of helplessness, unsure of how to protect my child from the monsters that lurk in the shadows.
All I can do is pray that somehow, someway, I’ll find a way to keep her safe.
“Hey! Sarah!” The wardens voice reached my cell.
“Here! now!” She called as I found my way into her office.
I stood before the warden’s desk, my heart racing with a mix of fear and defiance.
The smirk on her face only fueled my anxiety, and I knew I was in for a grueling conversation.
“You are in deep trouble, you know?” He told me.
“Trouble?” I repeated, trying to sound calmer than I felt.
“What kind of trouble?” I asked her, as my mind raced through possibilities.
The warden leaned back in her chair, steepling his fingers together.
“Detective James has been asking questions about your involvement in the syndicate’s activities. It seems you’ve caught his attention, and not in a good way.” She revealed as I stood there surprised.
My mind raced as I processed the warden’s words.
Detective James was the last person I wanted to deal with right now.
I had hoped to keep my dealings with the syndicate under the radar, at least until I could figure out a way to extricate myself from their grasp.
“What does he want to know?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the growing sense of dread in my stomach.
The warden’s smirk grew wider. “Oh, I think you know exactly what he wants to know. And I’m sure you will be very cooperative when he arrives to question you.” She told me.
The implied threat hung in the air like a challenge, and I knew I was running out of options.
I was trapped, caught between the syndicate’s demands and the detective’s scrutiny. My only hope was to think fast and come up with a plan before everything came crashing down around me.
“Fine!” I said forcing a smile.
“I will make sure I go and let him know that I know nothing about all of this!” I said and I my feet grew cold from fear of the unknown.
“I hope she is just pulling my legs dear Lord!” I prayed.