Aboard in a speed boat, Sanchez, and Ferran arrived at the young Leviste's luxurious yacht. Five men were wearing a white polo uniform for bodyguards. They didn't do anything, just stood where they were and watched the two until they neared the yacht.
A man greeted them, "How may I help you, officers?"
"A young man reported a kidnapping and someone in your yacht was the alleged culprit who took a young lady named Blair Ferran," Sanchez asked in a tone of authority.
"We're not kidnapping a young lady, officer. Wait here, I'll just call our boss."
After a while, Xol escorted the two policemen inside the yacht and they went straight to the dining area where Reevecus and Blair were waiting.
"Uncle!" She rushed towards her uncle.
"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Blair just shook her head to answer Ferran who was very worried. "Let's go home." Ferran was about to pull her but Reevecus speaks.
"Why don't you join me at dinner? The food will just be a waste." Reevecus said, showing his bountiful table but Ferran was not interested to join him in dinner because he looks like an untrustworthy person to him.
"No thanks." He said and they were about to leave the dining area when Ferran turned to face Reevecus. "By the way, why did you take Blair? We will charge you for kidnapping."
"Well, I have the best attorney and besides," He smirked before he continued. "She was not hurt so why wasting your time if it just makes no sense at all? You may leave." He put a table napkin on his lap and started slicing his beef steak.
On their way back to the seashore, Ferran asked, "You sure you're fine? What really happened and why did that Leviste take you?"
"It's nothing, uncle. I'm fine, alright? Don't worry too much."
When they arrived, Ferran and Sanchez returned the borrowed speed boat from a fisherman. Blair was about to walk toward Ferran's pickup car when she was stunned to see Trestan leaning on its side.
Trestan stared at her before he stood straight.
"Ate Blair!" Cally waved her hand at her but she just smiled and could not take his eyes off Trestan. It was as if he wanted to say something but he just chose to keep it to himself.
'Glad to see her safe.'
"Let's go, Cally." He took his bike behind the pickup car. They left without Trestan saying anything to her.
'He's here... Is he worried too? No Blair. Don't make false hope again.' She sighed before going inside the car.
"Where's Trestan and Cally?" Ferran immediately asked after he and Sanchez entered the car.
"They went home already." She was crossing her arms and her eyes were looking on the outside.
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Early in the morning, Sanchez and Ferran were walking in the plaza in front of the church to capture snatchers near the area. Many have been robbed in that place and few citizens have reported it to the authorities.
They are wearing civilian attire and currently observing the surroundings.
The ring of the tiny bell from the ice cream vendor, the noise of the vehicles passing, the street children who play everywhere, a street sweeper who is making a noise, and people walking around.
Someone approached Ferran, the street sweeper.
"Officer, you accidentally dropped your wallet." He looked at the wallet the street sweeper was giving him, and immediately took it when he confirmed that it was his.
"How did you know that I am a policeman?" The man just smiled at him. "Well, thank you for returning my wallet. Uhm... Here have this." He said and was about to get a not so large amount of pennies for gratitude but the street sweeper stopped him.
"No. It's okay." The street sweeper smiled again. He looks like in his mid-60s if he was not mistaken. "May I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure."
"Do you know that our world is dying?" The man asked him out of the blue while holding the broomstick. Ferran doesn't know why the man suddenly talks about it but he just nodded. It's kinda weird.
"You know what officer? I think about that for as long as I have spent in this world. In my seventy-eight years of existence, I want to change the mindset of the people," The street sweeper sighed. "But I'm just an old man whose life is near its end. Maybe if everyone just cared and worked together we could still save the world we belong to."
Ferran became interested and just intently listened to the old man.
"But, you know who'll be the best hope we can have?" The old man looked up to the clear sky that made Ferran do the same. Today, the weather is calm, and the wind is blowing gently.
"It's him. Jesus." He felt goosebumps all over his body. It's been a long time since he heard that Name. "When you no longer know what to do with your problems, do not hesitate to talk to Him and ask for guidance because He is the only one who can help you the most. You are still young, you still have chances to change this world. Always trust Him and He'll do all the work."
"May I know your name, mister?" He asked but he just smiled again.
"You don't have to know and by the way, the man who was sitting there," He was referring to the strange man wearing sunglasses and sitting on a bench under a tree. "He's one of the snatchers you were searching for and the lady near the ice cream stand, she's one of them too."
"H-How did you know?" Ferran was wondering why he knew about it. Truth to be told, the old man was observant in his surroundings. He's a retired military officer.
"Have a good day." The old man continued his work.
Ferran immediately contacted Sanchez about the information he heard from the old man.
"I'll observe the man sitting on the bench," Sanchez said.
"I am going to observe the lady then," Ferran said before ending the call. He walks towards the street children playing who he thinks could help him distract the snatcher.
"Kids! May I talk to you for a second?" The street children gathered around him. "I'll buy you ice creams---"
"Yey! Ice cream! Ice cream!"
"But first you need to do me a favor, is that alright?"
"Yes! Yes!"
He informed the children about his plan and they immediately obeyed for the ice cream they wanted.
After a while of watching the lady snatcher, a mother with her wailing child went to the ice cream stand to buy ice cream. The mother put her bag on the side and lifted her child. The lady became the target, and the lady snatcher was about to grab the bag but Ferran quickly put the handcuff on her wrist.
Ferran thought she was easy to deal with but the lady snatcher is a fighter. She fought against him and held Ferran with her two hands and twisted his arms.
"A-Ah! F*ck!" When Ferran accidentally releases her, she immediately runs off but Ferran has a plan. He signaled the children and they ran toward the lady snatcher who was about to escape. She was surrounded by the kids and she can't run away, the lady snatcher seemed to have a Phonophobia or known as the fear of loud noise.
She was wearing anti-noise earplugs earlier to prevent the attack of her phobia but it dropped somewhere. The noise from the kids made her react intensely. She sat on the ground and covered her ears. Ferran grabbed her wrist and handcuffed the lady.
The street children were still making noise so Ferran signaled them to be quiet and they seemed to be obedient kids even though they did not receive education.
"I hate the noise." The lady was hysterical.
"Let's go so you can have a peaceful place." He pulled her to Sanchez's car and there they found Sanchez holding the other snatcher. They both have bruises on their face.
"What happened?" Ferran asked while walking with the lady snatcher.
"We fought." Sanchez glared at the man. They put them in the car and take the culprits to the station.
"Here." Ferran handed Sanchez an ice pack for his bruises.
"Damn! I should just be the one assigned to the woman. Looking at you made me regret choosing the man. His punch was so hard." Sanchez complained but Ferran just chuckled.
"It's your fault. You're the one who chose not me." Ferran said arrogantly.
"Tss. You're acting like the real Ferran." Sanchez shook his head. "Well, both of you are arrogant but no one can replace Simeon as the most arrogant in this station and---ouch! Why?" He asked and glared at Ferran because he was kicked by him.
Ferran looked around because someone might hear what Sanchez was saying but thankfully, everyone was busy with their own business.
"Don't talk about it."
"Sorry. I won't do it again." Sanchez apologized before leaning on the backrest of his swivel chair, slightly putting a pressure in the ice pack to his swollen bruises.