Coiley opened her eyes to the concerned face of Deputy Director Jett. Her head throbbed with a pain that felt like it was splitting her skull, and her body ached as if it had been disassembled. Jett handed her a glass of water, his voice warm and firm: “You did an excellent job. When we saw you faint, we pretended to forget you and left the bar. Guess what, did we catch him?”
Coiley struggled to recall the events before her blackout, trying to piece together the fragments. She murmured, “I don’t know. I think I remember falling at the entrance of the bar, but then I couldn’t move.”
Jett nodded and continued, “After that, a thug carried you out. We were about to step in to rescue you when a man in black suddenly appeared from behind and struck the thug’s head with a baseball bat. We immediately intervened and found that the man in black was the same person we had seen in the video. He’s now in our police station’s interrogation room.”
Coiley’s eyes gradually focused, and a complex surge of emotions washed over her. She felt a mix of relief for her safety and excitement for the breakthrough in the case. She knew that all the hardship and danger were worth it.
Jett looked at her with admiration in his eyes: “Coiley, you are not only brave but also very intelligent. Your intuition and persistence helped us unravel this mystery. Now, we can delve deeper into this man’s motives and the network behind him.”
Coiley took a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and responsibility. She knew that the battle was not over yet, but she was ready to face the upcoming challenges. She said to Jett, “Thank you, Jett. We’ve come this far together, and I believe we can uncover all the truths.”
Jett smiled, extending his hand to firmly grasp Coiley’s: “Yes, we’re in this together, until the end.”
After Deputy Director Jett left, Coiley suddenly realized why he hadn’t been in the interrogation room but instead was waiting for her to wake up in this hotel room. Yet, despite her clothes being intact, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets. Coiley’s mind raced as she tried to reconcile the events with her instincts. She had trusted Jett, relied on him, but now a seed of doubt had been planted.
She glanced around the room, noticing the subtle signs that something was off. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, and the silence felt oppressive. Coiley’s heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic reminder of her vulnerability.
With a deep, steadying breath, she stood up, her movements cautious. She needed to understand what had transpired while she was unconscious. The realization that Jett’s presence here was not merely coincidental gnawed at her.
Coiley approached the door, her hand trembling slightly as she turned the knob. She stepped out into the hallway, her senses heightened. The sterile scent of the hotel’s cleaning products mingled with the faint echo of distant voices.
