As Noah hung up, a faint smile slowly rose on his face.
"Adam should have this issue settled soon,"
he thought.
A small police station... It doesn't stand a chance."
He walked back and took a seat across from Rachel.
Seeing Noah cross his arms and relax, Rachel's eyes twitched and lingered on his face for a second.
"Have you made your call?" she asked.
He smiled faintly and nodded. "I have."
She waited for him to elaborate... seeing that he had no intention to, she leaned forward.
"Do you realise the severity of this?"
"You're being held in connection with a gang-related incident," she said, with her patience wearing thin.
Noah's gaze remained unbothered. "As I said, I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Though I'm sure this misunderstanding will be resolved soon."
"You are quite confident, aren't you?" She said, her eyes narrowing.
"Sergeant, I simply believe in letting the facts speak for themselves. I still don't know why you are talking to me about this issue."
"I already said that I was at the wrong place, wrong time and one of their goons tried attacking me thinking I was part of the other group."
"I mean do you have evidence against me? Do you have any complaints from them against me?"
Seeing that she had nothing to say, he said "Since there is none of that, let's just wait."
A minute later, with a sharp knock an officer stepped into the room, his face slightly tense as he looked at Sergeant Rachel.
"Sergeant Rachel, there's a phone call for you," he announced, his voice carrying an undertone of urgency.
"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" She frowned, her frustration visible.
Hesitating the officer, leaned in closer.
"It's from…" He lifted his finger subtly, gesturing upward, a silent indication of someone higher up in authority.
Her eyes flicked to Noah, who was sitting as calmly as ever his expression passive, and unreadable.
"Could he really have pulled this off?"
she wondered, her irritation rising as she got up from her seat and left the room.
"I will be right back." She told Noah and left.
"Take your time," He replied.
Out in the hall, Rachel grabbed the telephone her mind racing.
"Hello, this is Sergeant Rachel speaking," she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Sergeant."
An authoritative but smooth voice replied, "Do you currently have someone named Noah Thompson in custody?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
She forced herself to calm down. "Yes, sir, I do. He's under investigation for—"
"I've heard enough, Sergeant," the voice cut in, cold and final. "I need you to release him immediately."
Rachel's jaw tightened.
Release him? Just like that?"
She tried to reason, her voice tinged with frustration. "But sir, he's connected to a gang-related incident, and—"
"Sergeant," the voice interrupted, sharper now, allowing no room for her to protest, "I believe I made myself clear. Release Mr. Thompson at once."
Gritting her teeth, Rachel clenched the phone tightly. There was no mistaking the authority in his tone. "Yes, sir. I'll see to it immediately."
"Thank you for your hard work, Sergeant," the voice replied, almost dismissively, before the line hung up.
"Dzzn."
Rachel stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door of the room in front of her.
Her pulse pounding.
"This wasn't how this was supposed to go.
" She took a deep breath, calming herself before heading back to the interrogation room.
As she entered, Noah looked up, meeting her gaze with the same calm expression he'd held since the beginning.
There wasn't a flicker of satisfaction on his face, no gloating smile, just a natural expression that somehow tinged her nerves.
"Mr. Thompson," she managed, her voice stiff, "you're free to go."
Noah got up smoothly, giving her a slight nod, as though this outcome was no surprise to him.
He held her gaze for a moment, a polite smile touching his lips.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sergeant," Noah said, making her feel like he was playing her like a fool.
"No problem, Mr.Thompson. Thank you for putting up with our department, I hope we didn't cause you any trouble." She finally mustered up.
"Not at all," Noah shook his head with a smile, and said, "By the way, where can I collect my personal belongings?"
"Ryan, take Mr.Thompson with you and retrieve his belongings for him," she said calmly.
Ryan, the police officer nodded his head and politely said.
"Mr.Thompson, if you don't mind follow me to collect your belongings."
"Lead the way," Noah said with a small smile on his face.
As he left the room, he glanced back at Rachel.
"See you soon sergeant."
****
The officer slid the tray across the counter toward Noah.
"Here you go, sir. This is all your belongings."
Noah nodded, as he collected his phone, wallet, and the rest of the items.
With a final nod to the officer, he left the precinct.
His eyes caught sight of the Lykan parked.
The officers had brought it to the police station as he'd requested near the warehouse.
Sliding into the driver's seat, Noah shut the door with silence being his only passenger.
Exhaling slowly, his eyes showed the slightest glint of something unreadable as he lifted his phone and dialled Jackson's number.
"Hi, Jackson we need to meet," Noah said.
Jackson's voice came through a mix of relief and worry tinged in it.
"Noah! Are you good? Which hospital are you at? What are the visit times?"
"Don't meet me at the hospital, Jackson," Noah replied.
"I was discharged. The bullet didn't get far, it barely grazed my arm so I'm okay."
Jackson breathed out a sigh of relief, with doubt in his voice.
"You sure? I could've sworn I saw it hit... Look, just tell me where to meet you."
Noah sent a location, "Be there quickly. We need to talk about something important."
"Alright. I'm on my way."