Next One Is a Babe

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Lola was a little puzzled when she was out. After a quick search around with her eyes, she turned to Logan. “Who fired the tranquilizer gun?” From her previous experience as a police officer, she knew that no one in the police squad would be assigned with a tranquilizer gun.

“Oh, that was me,” Logan mumbled and answered truthfully.

His answer not only startled her but also John and Sophia, who widened her eyes at him. “You brought a tranquilizer gun with you?”

Nodding solemnly, he said, “Yeah, I’ve used it a couple of times before when I went hunting with my friends in the mountains. So I brought it in the car with me this time.” Without a doubt, he couldn’t stash guns and ammunition in private, but it was easy for him to lay his hands on something like a tranquilizer gun.

Lola gave him a judging look but didn’t say anything, and he grinned. “What is it? Are you impressed?”

Instead of saying anything to rebuff him, she merely gave him a lopsided smile. “Not impressed, but I must admit that I’m surprised.” Her words made him raise his brows, looking a little proud of himself.

Later, they would still need to have their testimonies taken in written records. When they got into the car, Sophia asked Lola what actually happened to her. Leaning back into the seat, she told her what transpired. Fortunately for her, she wasn’t a fan of sweet foods, and had only taken a small sip of the juice.

“Nobody had dared to drug me until now,” Logan interjected in anger next to them. “That damn old man had really pissed me off. Just wait and see how I’ll deal with him later.”

Sophia turned to him and asked him about the situation at Bailey Residence. Snorting, he replied, “Well, I flipped two tables and left after giving them a piece of my mind. The police were there as well, so things won’t be looking that good for them either.” Then, something else crossed his mind. “I think Ernest really has no idea about any of this because he looked utterly dumbfounded.”

Subsequently, his train of thoughts led him to Old Mr. Bailey, and he realized how much he had aged. Looks like the death of his son was a really big blow to him, he thought. When he was shouting around in his fit of anger, Old Mr. Bailey didn’t show any reaction at all, and he couldn’t be sure if he was ignoring him completely or simply numbed from emotions.

Despite that, he felt that everything was handled very smoothly today, so smooth that he found it illogical. After they had their testimonies taken, it was already dark, and they all returned to the Constance Residence.

As soon as they entered the living room of the main building, John’s cell phone rang, and he saw that it was Isabelle who was calling. Frowning, he recalled calling her earlier when Lola was in trouble, but she didn’t pick up his call, and he wondered what ideas she was harboring with this call now.

When Sophia saw the caller ID, she said, “Pick up the call and hear what she has to say.” Hence, he answered the call and heard Isabelle’s solemn voice on the other end. “John.”