Becoming strangers again (Lily and Ryan)

Chapter 126

RYAN

Day two and no tangible news. Despite my father telling me to trust him and Detective Balham, I went ahead to discuss with a captain at the scaport.

Today, I intend on making a few calls, so one of the containers that leave for Sweden won’t be checked by the officials.

Also, I am working on a fake ID for him. When they get you the middle of the sea, he is going to change into the uniform of the workers there and pretend to be one of them.

The rest of the crew members will be turning blind eyes too because they will be compensated accordingly. While my father makes his plan, I also need to make backup plans in case he fails.

The door to my bedroom pushed open and Angelo rushed in. Dropping the picture of Lily which I’ve been staring at, I stood to my feet, observing his shocked face closely.

Did something happen? Did they hear bad news about Lily? Fear gripped me. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t seen the news yet?” He asked, already pulling his phone out to show me

the news.

Taking the phone, I prayed with everything in me that it wouldn’t be news about a body found in a bump.

However, it was news about a body, but not found where I had feared, and also the body didn’t belong to Lily.

1. MS. STEPHANIE’S BODY WAS FOUND IN HER BATHROOM WITH A PEN IN HER NECK.

My nose scrunched. “How did this happen?” Ished with astonishment, handing the phone back to Angelo. “Didn’t she just get discharged from the hospital?”

He nodded. “I’m as shocked as you are right now.” He mumbled, shoving the phone back into his pocket. “Heavens know I wasn’t expecting the news of her death.”

“Suicide?”

in her He shrugged. “No statement has been made on that yet, but I’m assuming it’s suicide. Who would stab her with a pen on a bright afternoon in her father’s house

bathroom? It must definitely be suicide.”

It’s a pity her life ended this way.

“I wonder what Mrs. Waper is going through Angelo mused, “her husband is wanted. for a murder case and her only child just committed suicide.”

A knock sounded on the door and Angelo walked over to open

1. it.

“Mr. Richard and some man are here to see Mr. Ryan.” Martha, my staff informed Angelo.

“He’ll be there shortly.” He closed the door softly before turning to face me. “That must be your father with the detectives.”

I hope they come up with better results. Grabbing my phone from the bed, I made my way to the door but Angelo grabbed my arm, stopping me.

Glancing at his hand holding my arm, I slowly lifted my gaze to him. “You have something you want to say?”

“You aren’t doing anything behind our backs right?” He asked, his eyes slightly worried. “You are way too calm over this situation and it’s alarming.”

Shrugging my hand off his hold, I glared at him. “What would you rather have me do? Scream on top of my voice or be hostile towards everyone?” I spat, “What difference is that going to make?”

“At least it’s going to show that you’re not bottling everything up inside of you, or planning something else.”

My glare hardened. “Fuck off Angelo before you make me lose it with you.”

He cursed under his breath. “You are planning something.”

Ignoring him, I walked out of the room, cursing myself for letting Angelo know so much about me, that is the only way he could have read me so perfectly well.

Stepping into the living room, I met my father and the two detectives he already come with seated.

Dad ran his gaze on my body and shook his head in disappointment. “When was the last time You had something to eat?”

I can’t remember, probably yesterday. Ignoring his question, I shook hands with the detective before taking my seat.

“Your father already briefed me on What’s going on, and we’ve come up with a perfect. plan.”

Intrigued, I glanced at my father briefly. “And what plan did you come up with?” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Your father here told us that you are scared of him holding out you involved the cops, which is why we’re going to give him what he wants.”

My brow jerked up in surprise. “You want To get him out of the country?”

“We want to create an illusion that he can actually leave.” He explained.

“I’m not sure I quite understand where you’re heading with this.”

He nodded, leaning forward. “Let him get on a boat and sail for about three to four hours, our men will have their boat already on the sea, waiting for him to meet us. All

there.” you have to do is tell us which boat you put him and we’ll handle it from

I glanced at my father and then back at the detective, a bit disappointed at their plan. “That bastard has been wanted for a long time now, you think he survived being caught all these while by being stupid?”

“What do you mean by that son?” Dad asked, his brows furrowing at his inability to understand what I was saying.

“You think he’s going to hand Lily over until he crosses that border or makes it safely to the country? For Fucksake that dude isn’t stupid in the slightest.”

Dad shook his head. “I’ll have to disagree with you on that son. We will negotiate.”

Detective Balham nodded. “Agreeing you the term that he holds onto her until he makes it to another country is a bad agreement. What is the guarantee that she is still alive?”

“And what is his guarantee that those men in that boat won’t throw him into the water?” I asked the detective, “What is the guarantee that they won’t hand him over to the police? That will be Jake’s question.”

“He is desperate.” Dad argued, “and out of desperation He won’t think that far.”

“We are equally desperate.” I argued, “And he knows that.”

“Why are you being negative over everything?!” He snapped at me. “We are not your enemy Son, we are only trying to help you get that woman back.”

“I am not trying to be negative.” I arched back snappishly, “I am only trying to be smart

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and realistic.” Just because they are eager to come up with a plan doesn’t mean they’ll overlook some things and put Lily in danger. “If you are going to come up with a plan, then come up with a better one.”

“We can’t even arrest them if we catch him because the bastard isn’t even in our country.” The Detective claimed, “We have come this far with this arrangement because we have spoken with the right authorities in Canada and because we are in international agreement with them! Don’t let our efforts go to waste!”

“At the expense of my

woman’s safety?” I hissed at him, “Yes it will

go

to waste!”

“Enough!” Dad chastised, “Don’t shout at him when he is only trying to help.” He licked his lips and sighed, “Take him to Turkey.”

I arched a brow. “And what happens when I take him to Turkey?”

“I’ll Wait for him there.” He deadpanned. “I never wanted to use this favor just yet, but I guess now is the right time. Send the bastard to Turkey.”