“Yeah!” Hannah nodded, then elaborated, “I made the call anonymously because I didn’t want to attract attention or invite trouble.”
“This was the only video you showed him?” another officer questioned.
Hannah paused, slightly confused. “Could there be another video? He kidnapped me because he wanted my assistance with some illegal activities. I showed him this video to indicate that I was aware of everything he thought was hidden. I believe he let us go because he felt threatened.”
At first, the officers considered Hannah’s story plausible. However, upon further reflection, they recognized inconsistencies.
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The local police were familiar with the Bloody Gang’s activities.
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While the Bloody Gang dabbled in numerous shady dealings, their actions tiptoed around the bounds of legality. This left the police grappling with a lack of concrete evidence and an inability to locate the gang’s lair, forcing them to overlook the gang’s activities.
The notion that the Bloody Gang would release Hannah simply because of a menacing video was far-fetched. Members of the gang were not known for their benevolence or charitable acts.
Despite their doubts, the officers were not yet convinced that Hannah was lying.
One officer passed the phone to his colleague and requested, “Can we examine your phone further, Miss Moore?”
“Go ahead.” Hannah leaned back, her tone casual yet confident, “As long as my privacy is respected, you’re welcome to look at whatever you need.”
Understanding the implication, the officer nodded to his colleague, who promptly exited the room with the phone, closing the door behind him.
In another interrogation room, two officers faced Bryson, who proved more evasive than Hannah.
Though he was willing to speak, he consistently denied any significant knowledge.
The officers struggled to extract meaningful information, circling around the core issue. “Miss Moore mentioned that you met by chance that day. Is that true, Mr. Mitchell? However, our observations show your route was consistently following Miss Moore’s car. Can you explain why?”
Without any pretense, Bryson admitted, “I placed a tracker on her car, and I was indeed directly following her.”
The officers were taken aback by Bryson’s candid admission, sharing a stunned glance.
“Do you realize that tracking someone else’s car violates privacy rights?” one officer asked.
Bryson nodded. “I’m aware of that. Feel free to inform Miss Moore and see if she wants to press charges.”
One officer, clenching his jaw, presented another piece of evidence.
“You took someone else’s car keys. That’s theft, do you understand?”
“I saw it as merely borrowing the keys,” Bryson answered, his expression earnest.
He continued, “Considering we were kidnapped, I believed it was instinctual to look for an escape. I took the keys, thinking there might be a chance to get Miss Moore and myself to safety if things escalated. And besides..”
He leaned back and stared at the policemen with a playful smirk. “I did hand over the keys and explained everything promptly, didn’t I?”
Bryson’s defense seemed airtight.