Who’s That?
Allvar barely had time to process what was happening when the voice cut through the noise. It was icy, commanding, and sent a ripple of unease through the crowd.
“Let him go.”
Heads turned, eyes searching for the source. Stepping through the door was a striking woman, her beauty undeniable, with sharp features and an aura of confidence that made the entire room hold its breath. Her gaze locked onto Uncle Tom, and even he faltered for a moment before regaining his composure.
Uncle Tom’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made the onlookers shift uncomfortably. “Who do you think you are, huh? You think you can just waltz in here and tell me how to do my job?” His voice was dripping with lewdness as his gaze raked over her. “If you get in my way, I’ll be happy to take you down to the station too. Maybe give you a lesson in respect.”
The woman didn’t flinch, her expression remaining ice–cold. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge his crudeness, instead raising her voice just slightly. “Is this the standard of your officers?”
Her words were cutting, directed at someone outside the bar. Uncle Tom’s smirk wavered, but he didn’t back down.
“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I shut it for you,” he threatened, stepping toward her, eyes narrowing. “I don’t care who you are–no one talks to me like that.”
3
Before he could move another inch, a new figure stepped into the bar. A tall man, dressed in full police uniform, entered the room with hurried steps. His face was tight with tension, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. The moment Uncle Tom laid eyes on him, his entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His posture stiffened, his face drained of color.
“Ch–Chief?” Uncle Tom’s voice wavered as he scrambled to salute, his bravado gone in a flash. “I–I didn’t know you were-”
The chief didn’t spare Uncle Tom a glance. His eyes were fixated on the woman, his expression one of pure terror. He quickly bowed his head slightly toward her, his words shaky. “M–I deeply apologize. I had no idea-”
Allvar’s eyes darted between the woman, the chief, and Uncle Tom, confusion swirling in his mind. What was going on? Why was the chief, someone who always commanded authority, bowing to this woman?
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Next to him, Mikel leaned closer, whispering under his breath. “Who is she? Why’s that?”
“I have no idea,” Allvar muttered back, eyes still locked on the woman.
The woman’s cold expression softened only slightly as she turned her gaze down to Allvar. Her eyes landed on the handcuffs, gleaming in the dim light of the bar. Her demeanor changed in an instant, from icy calm to white–hot fury.
“Why is this man in handcuffs?” Her voice was sharp, her words laced with outrage.
The chief’s eyes followed hers, and the moment he saw the cuffs, his face turned ashen. “What the-” he spluttered, turning sharply toward Uncle Tom. “Who gave you permission to handcuff this man?!”
Who’s That?
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Uncle Tom opened his mouth to respond, his earlier confidence all but gone. “I–I thought he was-”
“Thought?!” the chief roared, his face now a deep shade of crimson. “You arrested someone on a thought? Where’s the damn evidence, Tom?!”
“I–I didn’t need any evidence!” Uncle Tom blustered, wiping sweat from his brow. “He’s a thief! I know it!”
“Know it?” The chief’s hand shot up, slapping Uncle Tom across the face with a sharp crack.
SMACK!!
The sound echoed in the bar, and Uncle Tom staggered back, clutching his cheek in disbelief.
“You fool!” The chief’s voice was venomous, his rage palpable. “You handcuffed an innocent man without proof? Who the hell you think you are? Do you know how much trouble you’ve just caused?”
The entire bar went dead silent. Serena’s boyfriend, who had been smirking smugly moments before, looked like he’d seen a ghost. Serena herself was staring, slack–jawed, at the unfolding chaos.
