Chapter 147
Lysander must hate thieves like the plague. There was no way he’d just help Thalassa out of a jam because she made a call.
Isabella’s real game was to pin a criminal record on Thalassa, to get her locked up, and to make Lysander loathe her to the core!
It’s a triple whammy plan.
Isabella’s mind sure worked in mysterious ways, which were smarter than that nitwit Faye Brennan,
On the surface, Isabella seemed super concerned about Thalassa, but deep down she was grinning.
“Got it.” David responds and hangs up.
He turned to Lysander in the back seat, “Isabella called. Thalassa’s been nicked for stealing. She’s being held at the Hollowbrook police
station.”
If you were stealing in Hollowbrook, it would be the duty of police of this district to catch the suspect.
Lysander and David arrived in Hollowbrook yesterday. It was too late to head back, so they rested in a hotel downtown. This morning, as they were heading back to Starhaven, Isabella rang
Lysander went cold as ice in an instant, a slight frown on his face.
He’d seen Thalassa’s file, she’d been recorded for stealing before.
She was not exactly on a shoestring budget, but she still risked stealing, it must be something worth a prefty penny to make her gamble.
He was curious to see what tickled her thieving fancy, what was worth risking a jail sentence!
Lysander ordered in a stern voice, “Head to the police station.”
“Roger that.” David started the car.
The station was a hop, skip and jump away from downtown Hollowbrook, just a short drive.
When Lysander strode into the police station, the cops were momentarily taken aback by his commanding presence. All cops were trained, so they had been back to composure
But compared to Lysander who just walked in, they were out of their league.
You could tell at a glance, the tall, dignified man was a military.
The cop respectfully asked, “Sir, how can we assist you?”
Lysander gazed the cop and said, “Bring me what Thalassa stole.”
Coincidentally, this cop was handling Thalassa’s case.
He had just finished taking her statement, so Thalassa’s name was fresh in his mind.
So this visitor was here for Thalassa.
The cop nodded, “One moment please.”
Shortly after, the cop came back with an emerald pendant, handed it to Lysander and said, “This is what Thalassa stole. We found it on her when we nabbed her. She was about to sell it. It’s a genuine emerald pendant, but she didn’t have any proof of ownership.”
Lysander held the emerald pendant in his hand. The moment he laid eyes on it, his gaze deepened, as if a vortex was spinning in his eyes.
No one knew this emerald pendant better than him!
You couldn’t fake it if you hadn’t seen the real deal.
Because his emerald pendant was unique in the whole wide world.
Thalassa had stolen a copy of the emerald pendant he gave to Celia!
Lysander’s handsome face grew tense, his aura overpowering, he commanded, “Bring Thalassa out, I want to see her!”
Due to Lysander’s commanding presence, the cops didn’t dare to dilly-dally and promptly brought Thalassa out.
When he saw Thalassa, she looked worn out, extremely upset, her hands cuffed. Her usually lively face was now haggard.
Lysander held up the emerald pendant to her eyes, swinging it back and forth. His voice was deep and stern, “Where did you swipe this emerald pendant from?”