“You have an ABP on you, and there is a lookout for you everywhere. Adeline Anderson homicide is a high classified case, as of now,” Yusuf said as he stood in the office.
“Therefore, transporting you to the headquarters is going to be challenging,” Bash said, standing beside Yusuf, his expression neutral and professional, but he briefly glanced at Killian before training his eyes back to me. “There are news and posters of you on every news channel.”
“I am a suspect or declared a fugitive?” I asked, rolling my eyes and leaning back on the sofa.
“Someone is clearly pushing for you to be found,” Killian said. He sat beside me, looking at me with an obvious look.
“Great!” I scoffed. My father can’t wait to kill me. “What’s the plan then?” I asked.
“The plan is to keep it low key,” Bash sa
