The headline screamed a narrative that was too bizarre to be true: Jared accused of hiring a hitman, a story fabricated to make the real culprit lower their guard. It was all within the police's grasp. Now, the cops were hot on the trail of a drug manufacturer, having received a tip about their whereabouts.
Ryder checked the timestamp on the news piece—it had been published just three minutes ago. Which meant, it was aired right after he had disclosed the drug maker's location to the authorities. What did that imply? It meant they were waiting for this very moment. It meant Jared wasn’t just in cahoots with the police but had also looped in Agnes. Their goal was to extract the drug maker’s hideout from him. And Ryder, he was unwittingly part of their plan.
Ryder couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. He gazed at the news, his laughter tinged with a sorrowful note. He had thought he was in control, that everything he desired was within his reach. In reality, he was merely a pawn in someone else’s game, blissfully unaware of the trap he was in. Every move he made had been anticipated. Even Agnes rifling through his computer for information one night was likely just an act, a ploy to catch him off-guard. And the melodramatic fallout between Agnes and Jared last night? Those tears, that despair, all put on for his benefit.
Ryder burst into laughter, tears nearly spilling from his eyes. So, it was all a setup. He had lost, utterly and completely.
Bystanders gave Ryder odd looks, clueless about the turmoil unfolding before them. Agnes approached Ryder, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. It was then that Jarvis made his entrance. Standing before Ryder, he announced, “Mr. Whitfield, you’re under suspicion for your connections to the NovaPlex drug trafficking case. Please, come with us for questioning.”
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