The cop’s remark rendered that woman speechless. She folded her arms and let out a cold snort.
It seemed the cop had gotten used to this kind of reaction. She took another glance at her before turning her attention to her team.
Half an hour later, most of the cops reported that they did not find anything suspicious.
The ladies heaved a sigh of relief. They were all terrified because they did not know what the cops were looking for.
While a few more cops were still carrying out their duties, the chief stood patiently at one corner.
About fifteen minutes later, all the cops walked up to her and reported the outcome.
All of a sudden, one of the cops said, “Madam, please come and have a look.”
The chief walked toward the cop, and some of the ladies began to panic.
A line formed between my brows upon seeing the two of them standing in front of my locker.
The cop took out my bag and poured everything out.
“Whose bag is this?” she asked.
Everyone in the dressing room was petrified. Some of them even started whispering, “What exactly are they looking for?”
No one answered. The cop asked once more, “Whose bag is this?”
“It’s mine,” I replied and walked out from the crowd and gave the cop a puzzled look.
I instantly became the centre of attention. Some gave me a confused look, while some looked at me with disgust. It was as if I was the one who had put them through this hassle.
“Please come with us, Miss,” the chief said to me while passing my bag to the cop.
I looked at her and froze. “What did I do?”
She knitted her brows but did not say anything substantial. “I’m sorry. I can’t reveal too much to you for now since we’re still investigating. Please come with us.”
Instead of causing inconvenience to the cops and the people in the dressing room, I decided to cooperate.
After changing into fresh clothes, I left with the cops.
All the well-dressed hotel staff gathered around the lobby, and they looked terrified.
I supposed they were afraid that this incident might tarnish the hotel’s reputation. After all, they were one of the best in the hospitality sector.
I followed the cops and got into their car. I should count myself lucky since I got to travel in a cop’s car for the first time in my life.
When I arrived at the police station, they brought me into an interrogation room.
In the room, there was only one female cop sitting right opposite me.
She opened her notebook and asked, “You’re Sienna Stanhope?”
She must have gotten my name from the identity card they took away earlier.
I nodded. “Yes.”
She continued, “We found fifty-nine grams of cyanine and a complete set of injecting equipment in your bag, Ms. Stanhope. We hope you can cooperate with us and answer all our questions.”
Kyanine and injection equipment in my bag? How?
I nodded while knitting my brows since I did not know what was going on.
“We suspect that you’ve taken the drug,” the cop continued, “So we’ll need you to take a blood test. You’ll have to stay here for the next twenty-four hours while we continue with our investigations.”
Once again, I frowned. Did they just accuse me of taking drugs?
I tried to stay calm. “Officer, I promise you I’ve never touched any drugs. I don’t even know how did this kyanine appear in my bag. I still have to get back to work tomorrow. Could you please let me go?”
The cop shook her head. “We’ll note down everything you said, but you’ll have to stay here and wait for the results.”
Before long, a few cops brought me to another room and locked me in.
There was nothing in the room except for a simple bed and my belongings, which they had taken away earlier.
They did not allow me to call anyone for help. At this point, I could only wait.
I sat on the bed until the next morning. A cop came in and looked at me. “Ms. Stanhope, please come with us.”
Once again, I was brought into the same interrogation room. The same female cop from yesterday looked at me with a frown. “I’m afraid to tell you that we found kyanine in your blood, Ms. Stanhope.”
“That’s impossible!” I refuted. “I’ve never touched that drug. I don’t even know how to use it!”
I immediately rolled up my sleeves and said, “Look carefully! Do you see any track marks? There’s none on my body!”
The cop raised her hand and signalled for me to calm down. “Sit down, please, Ms. Stanhope. We’ll need you to stay with us to complete the twenty-four-hour observation.”
“I want to get myself a lawyer!” Everything that had happened here was just too bizarre.
While I was shocked to learn about the drugs they found in my bag, the results from the blood test left me even more speechless.
There was something amiss, but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
The cop looked up at me with a scowl. “You don’t need a lawyer now as you’re still under the observation period.”
“If that’s the case, why can’t I call my family?” I asked seriously.
She paused for a moment before explaining, “You can call your family, but we’re only stopping you for your own good.”
“Well, thank you for your concern, but I wish to speak to my family. You have the power to perform your duties, and I have the power to exercise my right,” I said.
I had only been living in A City for less than a month, and I had not told anyone about my past.
In this foreign city, I only knew Savini. Who on earth set this trap for me?
The cop had no choice but to agree to my request. However, she did not give me my phone immediately.
She asked me to return to the room and wait for another cop to bring me a phone.
About ten minutes later, a female cop came in with a plate and looked at me. “This is your breakfast.” She then placed the oatmeal porridge and fried fritters on the table.
She paused for a moment and took out a phone. “Here you go. Please give me back your phone once you’ve contacted your family.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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