The cabin belongs to Drake’s uncle. It’s usually used for family getaways.
Little did Drake’s uncle know that his stupid nephew would try to commit a cri in it.
Right now, the cabin is a hotpot of flashing lights from the multiple police cars and ambulance that are at the scene right now.
Lana and her friends are getting dically checked right now for any injuries or trauma they could have suffered,
They all have already given their statent to the police, and everyone did as Adam told them to. They told the truth about how they were kidnapped from the concert venue at gunpoint, thrown into the gang mbers’ cars, and brought here.
They also inford the police about what the gang mbers were planning to do to them, which the police believed because the gang mbers were already under investigation by the police.
Even Crill and Zydan were questioned, and they gave the police their version of the event.
Adam was the last one called to give his statent.
He gives them his version of the story, the police officer who is taking Adam’s report feels as if Adam is exaggerating, but when he rembers the brutal state of the gang mbers where in when he got here, he can’t think of any other reason they would be in such a state.
They were imdiately transferred to a hospital the mont the dical team arrived.
After taking Adam’s statent, the officer leaves, but it’s not over. Soone else approaches Adam.
A woman. Short brown hair just reaching her neck, slight tan skin, almost greyish eyes, fit, wearing a leather jacket over a dark t-shirt, and long pants that hugged her legs to perfection.
She is even kind enough to keep her jacket open and show off her cleavage. Though her breasts are not as big as so of the won in Adam’s life, they are nicely shaped and look perky.
The woman is also beautiful, which Adam welcos. It’s much better to talk to a beautiful woman than so rookie police officer who is still trying to get the hang for his job.
"So, you are the kid responsible for all this?" The lady asks.
"Whoa there, please be clearer with your questions. I only saved my friends from getting rapped and their organs sold off," Adam imdiately corrected her.
Hearing his answer, the lady smirked.
"May I know your na?" Adam asks, staring into her eyes. Just from her deanor and how she is dressed, Adam can tell that she is a detective, with how she is dressed and how she can orders the low-level police officers around here.
"Detective Renee Calder," She says, showing her ID.
"Nice to et you, Detective. How can I help you?" Adam asks.
"We already have everything we need from you right now, but I do have a question," Renee asks.
"Please, go ahead, I am all ears," Adam says, smiling charmingly.
"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" She asks. She has been wondering about this for a while now. This is not the first ti she has seeing Adam.
The day when Adam went to buy his gun, the woman who was practicing to refine her own shooting skills was none other than Renee. She saw Adam in action. How he managed to nail the target each and every ti. Even she isn’t that good.
And now, once again, she walks up to a cri scene where so low-level gang mbers of the gang she has been trying to put in jail have been badly beaten up by a teenager, and he has once again displayed a level of accuracy she has never seen before.
She checked the damaged guns. All of them were hit by a single bullet, leading to catastrophic failure of each of them; one gun even had its barrel blown out from the inside out, aning Adam managed to shoot right into the barrel.
Just thinking about it seems absurd, but here she is, with proof at hand and standing right before the guy who did it. And the most absurd thing about it all. He is just an eighteen-year-old teenager, and not so old, grizzled war veteran.
"Just talent," Adam says, and he is not lying. What he can do, people can’t replicate, no matter how hard they practice.
Renee chuckles, hearing Adam’s answers. She finds his arrogance amusing.
"Fine, if you don’t want to say anything, then don’t," She says, reaching into her pocket and handing him a card. "Hold on to it. If soone tries to threaten your life or co at you with the intention to hurt, inform imdiately," she says.
Now that Adam is responsible for taking out a few mbers of a notorious gang, they might try to target Adam. And even though Adam has shown that he can take care of himself, looking at the state he put those gang mbers in, there is still a limit to what Adam can and can’t do.
Adam takes her card and takes a look. It has her na, title, and two phone numbers. Adam looks back at her, smiles, and puts it in his pocket.
"Anything else, Detective?" He asks.
"Nothing for now, but if need be, we will ask you to visit the station," Renee says.
"I will do everything in my power to help you make sure these n get the punishnt they deserve," Adam says, sincerely.
Renee chuckles once again. She believes they have already received perfect judgnt through Adam’s hands, but she doesn’t care, even though Adam might have been a little too brutal with them; these n were the lowest of scums.
The amount of cris they each have on their heads is more than enough to get every one of them multiple life sentences.
Since she is a professional, she can’t say these words out loud, but she thinks so of them deserved what they got and is very thankful for what Adam did to them.
The only one who escaped Adam’s wrath was the leader, but she is going to make sure he gets the chair. Since he is a known criminal with multiple murder, r*pe, and trafficking allegations under his na, she will do her best to dig deep and end his life, through legal ans.
"Lana! Adam!" Suddenly, there is another call for him. Adam turns his head and sees Clara rushing towards him.
The mont she is close enough, she embraces him into a concerned hug, before grabbing his face with both her hands to make sure he isn’t injured.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" She asks, looking very concerned while she checks for any possible injuries.
"Clara, I am fine. I think you should go and check on Lana. She’s the victim here," Adam says.
Hearing Lana’s na, Clara imdiately leaves Adam’s side and rushes towards her daughter, who has been looking at her. The mother/daughter duo run into each other’s arms, and Lana begins crying, expressing how terrified she was.
"I didn’t know you knew Advocate Dean," Renee says.
"She is a close family friend and my personal lawyer," Adam says as he watches Clara and Lana walk up to him.
"Detective Calder, my client won’t be answering any of your questions from this point onward. If you have sothing from him, you need to go through first," Clara says as she imdiately gets into her cold professional deanor.
"Wow~ As cold as ever~ Don’t worry, I am already done here," Renee says, looking at Adam.
"Well, I will take my leave, you guys can go ho," Renee says and takes off, leaving Adam, Clara, and Lana alone.
"Thank you so much, Adam. I don’t know what would have happened to my Lana if you weren’t here," Clara says as she embraces Adam once again.
"Clara, I did promise you that I would look after her," Adam says.
Clara pulls away and locks eyes with Adam, who gives her a charming smile. Seeing this, Clara feels her heart skip a beat and her cheeks get a little warm.
"Ahem," she clears her throat and completely pulls away to not make things obvious. She then brings her attention back to Lana.
Now that she knows Lana’s not hurt and all the concern and care is out of the way, it’s ti for so scolding.
"And what were you thinking, young lady? Didn’t I tell you to stick close to Adam? What if Adam had completely lost you and didn’t follow you here? Do you even have any idea what could have happened to you and your friends?" Clara scolds while Lana keeps her head down.
"Clara, it’s okay, we can talk about this later," Adam tries to save Lana from Clara’s fury.
"Adam, don’t get involved. This is between and my daughter!" Clara says and goes back to scolding Lana again.
"Clara!" Adam calls her na. This ti with a much more authoritative tone. Clara stops and looks at Adam and ets his serious gaze. She feels like she is getting scolded. She wants to say sothing, but can’t find the words.
"Fine!" She says and looks back at Lana. "Don’t think this is over, Lana. We will continue this conversation tomorrow," Clara says.
Lana doesn’t say anything. Just stands there silently with her head down.
Adam looks at her and feels so pity. He only stepped in to stop Clara because Lana just went through a traumatic experience, and this is not the ti and place for Clara to mother Lana.
Clara might be an intelligent, career woman, but when it cos to relationships and how to navigate them, she isn’t very good at it.
"Let’s head back ho. It’s getting very late," Adam suggests.
"Fine, let’s go," Clara agrees, as this forest gives her the creeps.
"Can I drive back with Adam?" Lana asks ekly. Even Adam is surprised by her request.
Clara, too, is surprised, but she doesn’t deny her; instead, she looks at Adam.
"It’s fine, she can co with ," Adam agrees.
Before leaving, he bids farewell to both Crill and Zydan, who had helped him.
"No worries, man, you are our friend. This is what is expected of us," Crill says, patting Adam’s shoulder.
Zydan just nods his head.
"Thanks, guys," Adam says and leaves with Clara and Lana.
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