"Chase! Chase him for me! Don't let him get away!"
Wylie Davis got up, his face turning livid.
He, a dignified detective captain, was actually tricked by a punk today. He was increasingly convinced Russell Bell's disappearance was related to this kid.
The detectives hurriedly got up, cursing as they chased after him.
But by then, there was no sign of Charlie Thompson.
"He's in the underground parking lot!" Wylie Davis roared, leading the charge towards the parking lot.
At that moment, I was already in the car, engine revving, racing towards the exit.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" Wylie Davis drew his gun, aiming at the approaching car, shouting loudly.
I remained unfazed, stepping on the gas and accelerating towards them.
Wylie Davis's expression changed, cursing under his breath as he swiftly dodged away.
The Audi burst out of the parking lot and drove towards the exit of the community.
"Chase! Chase him for me!"
