
Iptu Nyoman was still glued in front of Tracy Ross, as if she still could not believe what she had just heard. Then, some policemen from another unit passed by and saluted him before rushing off. Just a few minutes ago, they were watching Abhimanyu Alexander's interview.
“Where to?” ask Iptu Nyoman.
“Newly can task from above, Sir,” replied one of them. “Tracking brothels and casinos under the guise of orphanages.”
“There really is such a thing?”
“Say the Abhimanyu Alexander is there, sir,” chimps another cop. “Indeed that person, it always troubles the police.”
They also left. If possible, Iptu Nyoman also wanted to curse the man named Abhimanyu Alexander. And of course, his former henchman Regina, who recommended his name to Tracy Ross, was also worthy of his mockery.
*
“You've prepared everything?” asked Mr. Jireh in a heavy tone.
“Su, already, Sir. Those cops aren't gonna check properly. Anything said by Abhimanyu Alexander will only be considered a lie for the sake of attention.”
Mr. Jireh looked up and let out a long sigh. “How did he get away from prison? Does he have an insider?”
“We are still investigating. But, most likely he passed the same path.”
“Are we donkeys that can fall again in the same hole?”
“Se, looks like someone helped her inside?”
Mr. Jireh held up his seat and stared at Jesse Arnold sharply. “He has a connection there? Who?”
“Entah, Sir. We are investigating it.”
“Definitely more exciting if there is someone who helps him there.” Mr. Jireh leaned back into the chair. “Already know where it is?”
“Be, not yet, Sir,” replied Jesse Arnold nervously. But, there was other news that made him more nervous. “It seems, the interview was a recording.”
Mr. Jireh looked at him sharply. It was as if he was emitting anger at the assistant. If the allegations are true, it means that the involvement of Indira, which was previously considered impossible, is now possible. And that made Mr. Jireh upset.
“How about Indira? Where is he now?”
“She's still driving around looking for her dad?”
“Not\, where is he now?!|
Jesse Arnold was getting nervous with Mr. Jireh's clasping. He immediately contacted his men and continued the question.
“Now, he is heading to the constitutional court office.”
“A, what's up, Mister?”
“Find the damn boy immediately! Otherwise, he will completely destroy us.”
*
“Building luxury cells and tunnels in prison?” jack's question represented a question that had arisen in the hearts of audiences across the country.
“True. Somehow, but Mr. Jireh got permission to do so. With the help of PT. Laras Jaya Karya as its constructor, he provides special services to high class inmates. Several posts in the country, which are often where officials run their detention, most likely have both facilities.”
“Includes Maharaja's prison where you were imprisoned?”
“Of course. Twice I escaped from that prison, how else but through the tunnel?”
Jack was still astonished by Abi's statement.
“So, if Mr Jireh has the authority and ability to play with the law, why does he not release them alone rather than provide facilities to them after being inmates?”
“First, money. He can make more and more money that way than just freeing. Second, the good name. He does not want to be known as a law enforcement officer who frees a criminal. Third, prison is like a sanctuary for the perpetrators of crime. Maybe they can be free in court, but not in the eyes of the public. If they get a sentence that is mild enough, let alone released, it is very likely that the public prosecutor will appeal to the high court or the supreme court. And, lord Jireh did not have strong enough access at that level. With a decent jail sentence, they seemed to have atoned for the sins they had committed and their case did not need to be extended.
“They don't bother about that either. A speedy court ruling would have sped up the investigation. The faster the investigation, the less money their crime that was washed was tracked. They just need to move. Facilities in the prison are complete and they can at will go in and out of prison.”
“This is quite serious information. Do you have any solid evidence? Otherwise, you will only be considered to spread lies.”
“Of course I have the proof. I have surveillance footage in a house that is at the end of the Maharaja's tunnel. From the footage, we can see the inmates coming in and out. Maybe viewers can get to know some of them because many of them are former officials.”
Abi hands Jack a black flash drive. The man thanked and promised the audience to play it after the interview was over.
“Is your defense note done?” ask Jack.
Abi fell silent. He took a deep breath and stared at the camera.
“Unlike always, this defense note I addressed to communities throughout the country. Everything I've said is not just proving my innocence. Not for the charges ever leveled against me, be it Article 338 of the Penal Code on intentional murder, article 340 of the Penal Code on premeditated murder, article 56 of the Penal Code on criminal auxiliaries, or the article that made me imprisoned ten years is article 132 paragraph (1) juncto article 114 Law number 35 of 2009 on narcotics.
“This defense note I convey to all people to tell the true situation in our beloved country, that the law is helpless under the feet of some parties, he said, especially a law enforcement officer named Mr. Jireh.
“As I have always believed, the law is the single most powerful weapon small people like me have for justice. If the law is raped easily, it is not impossible that small people will appear who have the same fate as me. Guessing to account for mistakes that were never made. Forcibly sacrificing his future to save the lives of the rulers and the rich from their evil. Even had to lose his loved ones just to fight for the truth he wanted to uphold.”
Abi was silent with a sad face. Indira knew that Abi was remembering his younger brother, Rama, who had died after fighting for him.
“Through this plea note, I want to open the eyes of the public that criminals like Mr. Jireh are really in our midst. We must fight to fight against them, for the real rule of law in our beloved country.”