
The clock is three in the morning. Fog is spreading around the village road to the outside of the city. The night was cold and lonely. But Stevan was already waiting to lean back in his car while narrowing his eyes slightly. Wander far ahead of him.
The pair of vehicle lights that seemed to be highlighting the dark road slowly enlarged and became clearer. He approached Stevan who slowly bathed him with his light. The inter-city bus stopped immediately in front of Stevan, who blocked the car with his car.
swarming that bus.
Stevan saw his phone. According to the tracking app. That woman named Elaine is now on this bus. He raised the corner of his lips. What is good about running an escape?
Stevan walked back to the bus. He looked at the bus driver who was staring at him confused and a little panicked. Of course panicked, suddenly a lot of fill pol surrounded the bus.
"Good morning" said Stevan
"Good morning, police officer. What's the matter?" ask the driver.
"Can you open the bus door? We have to check your bus." Stevan narrowed his eyes showing a firm impression.
"Okay, go ahead" said the driver, opening the bus door immediately.
All the passengers who were sleeping woke up and saw why the bus they were riding stopped.
Stevan immediately entered and noticed the people who were looking at him strangely and confused. Stevan saw the device he was holding. Found a spot that shows the ping of the tool he slipped on Elaine's shirt.
Stevan raised the corner of his lips to see a woman who was sleeping soundly while covering her face with a blanket. She was certain that this woman must be Elaine.
What is the queen of deceivers? So easily Stevan could have recaptured him. This time he won't be able to escape Stevan again.
Stevan opened the blanket. But to his surprise was not just the woman sleeping in front of him. Stevan was surprised not to be dumbass.
"What's up, sir?" ask the old woman who woke up because of Stevan.
Stevan scrunched his forehead. There's no way this is Elaine. The time he could turn into an old woman in just a few hours?
Stevan looked back at his tracking device. Right, the signal came from this place. But how can it be?
"Madam, have you seen this woman?" Stevan immediately showed a photo of Elaine with her phone.
"Oh, the beautiful lady. Yes, he was sitting in this place. But when I came in, and there was no place left, she gave this place to me," said the old woman. Of course, this woman is very nice.
"Where is he now?" Stevan asked frowned. Upset because it turns out he can't get Elaine now.
"He came down a few hours ago." The woman only frowned looking at Stevan's annoyed face. "Sir, are you a cop?"
The woman looked at Stevan who was not wearing his service clothes. Just use his white shirt.
"Yes, I'm a cop" Stevan replied.
"Oh, the beautiful lady gave me an item she asked to give me if there were police looking for her" the woman said innocently. Does he not suspect why the police will be looking for him?
Stevan opened it slowly and his face immediately wrinkled. He saw the tracking device he put on Elaine's shirt. But the tracker was really hidden among the cloths in the shirt. But why did the woman know?
There is also a piece of paper inside. Because
the bus light was accidentally turned on. Stevan called his men to highlight the contents of the paper with the flashlight they were carrying.
Stevan raised his eyes to see the contents of the paper containing two pictures. The first picture of a man's face is inscribed under the name Stevan. At first, the picture looks like a sneaky smile like Stevan just now.
Then there was an arrow in the middle that pointed at an image of the man who had gone up with hair and an annoyed face. Exactly Stevan's face now.
Below it is written. 'Police Officer, do you think I'm stupid?! Trying to frame me my way? Now congratulations on looking for me in this whole country! Greetings! Elaine!'
Two of Stevan's subordinates who saw the contents of the paper wanted to laugh at seeing a picture similar to Stevan's now. But they held on because Stevan glanced straight at them.
Stevan grunted in annoyance. He squeezed the paper written by Elaine and threw it away. That woman! Scoffed at him! Just watch! Get to the ant hole! Stevan will look for him, thought Stevan upset being played by a criminal woman.
"Come, back to base! We need to find her whereabouts immediately!" stevan said immediately towards the exit.
Stevan's four subordinates looked at each other. They have not rested at all. Then now have to go back to headquarters? Their general is cruel!
They want to complain, but they can't. They just follow Stevan who got into his car first.
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The sound of the door knocking made Antony immediately wake up. Likewise with Laura who was shocked to hear such a loud voice.
Antony frowned staring at Laura. He looked at the clock. It's almost four o'clock. He immediately stood up and walked towards the door that was still firmly knocked.
Laura rubbed her eyes. Look at Antony who directly walked towards the door and immediately opened. Laura wanted to see who was out there that had disturbed her sleep. Sleeping should be disturbed.
The flat-faced Antony stared at Max, who was actually knocking on the door.
"Master! You have to go back now or something is not good. The people who want to take you down will definitely say the no-no about your absence in the presidential palace, "Max said firmly but there was also a slightly anxious face.
Antony nodded in understanding. He also has no plans to stay. But due to exhaustion he fell asleep.
"I'll be out in a minute." Antony put on an indisputable face.
"Good sir." Max glanced in the room. Finding Laura who was still on a pillow just silently looked towards them. Max squinted his eyes. Again the woman made Antony's position threatened.
Laura frowned catching Max's cynical gaze. I don't know, there's a problem with what that guy is to him that he has to look at Laura that way.
Laura's eyes then fell on Antony who came to her. He only looked at Laura for a moment then took her suit.
"Have you gone home?" laura asked in a hoarse voice as she just woke up.