INFINITE TIES

ARREST OF THE INNOCENT

Chapter 2

ARREST OF THE INNOCENT

All dressed and ready to leave, the doorbell rang.

“Honey, are you expecting someone?”

Ciara asked her husband, who was polishing his shoes, while she stood and admired herself in the standing mirror fixed on the wall.

“Not one that I know. Maybe it's the delivery guy; he has brought the flowers, I guess.” Adrian suggested.

“Ah! You're right! I almost forgot that I ordered flowers. Thank God he made it on time.” Ciara muttered and instantly dropped her makeup bag to get the door opened.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Delivery, I...” She paused when she lifted her eyes and saw that there were entirely different figures standing before her: two young men dressed in corporate wear, and they're not holding any flowers.

Her brows knitted and her eyes widened at their sight.

“W-who are you and are you looking for someone?” She stammered softly as she demanded

“Good morning, ma'am. I'm detective Elion Benard; with me is,

“Detective Mark Liam,” his colleague answered wittily, and they both took out their ID cards from their pockets to show her.

“You're under arrest for the murder of Mr. Thomas Jacin, ma'am.

This is our warrant of arrest. You have the right to remain silent, or anything you say will be used against you in the court of law.” One of the policemen declared.

Clara's eyes widened. Her head spins. Is she dreaming or facing reality? She folded her arms in disbelief.

“Detective, are you sure what you are talking about? How dare you accuse me of my father's death? The same case I made sure I spent every bit of penny I have to bring the culprit to book?”

“Madam, you have the right to call your lawyer, but for now, you have to follow us to the station.” The policemen responded coldly while they got the chain to put her in handcuffs.

Before she left the room, Adrian had gone inside to use the restroom, but he was astonished to see that his wife was not back in the room after more than five minutes that she left. He looked around and couldn't see any flowers, so he decided to descend the stairs and check on her in the living room.

“It's almost getting to 10 o'clock; maybe she's waiting for me downstairs.” He said.

Reaching down, his steps were halted at the sound of thundering voices. Ciara was not in the living room, but he can hear her voice sounding like she's having an argument from outside.

He opened the door to check, only to see two young men standing before his wife, one holding a chain in his hands.

“Excuse me, sirs, who are you?” He demanded curiously.

“We're policemen from the Hilton Police headquarters, sir.”

Taking out their IDs and warrant of arrest, they added, “We're here to arrest Mrs. Ciara Marcos for the murder of the late Mr. Thomas Jacin.”

Adrian's brows were raised. He rotated his gaze between his wife and the two men.

“Isn't that your father they're talking about?” He asked his wife coldly.

“Hmmmm” Ciara breathed deeply.

“Imagine the pains and emotional torture I passed through as a result of my father's death, and now all of a sudden, I'm declared a suspect of my father's murder?" Ciara said gently, with a surge of frustration and fury in her tone, while her fragile heart began to welled up tears in her eyes.

“What is going on here? The clattering is too loud! You guys are disturbing my peaceful silence!” Mrs. Helen said as she opened the door to get a glimpse of the commotion.

“They're accusing my wife of the death of her father.” Adrian explained briefly.

“That’s not a surprise!” she exclaimed and shrugged.

“Then what is causing the clattering? Officers, I thought you're here to take her with you; I don't keep murderers in my house!” Mrs. Helen declared and snarled at Ciara before she turned back to her room.

Hearing that, they quickly grab her hands to enclose it in the handcuffs, but Ciara wouldn't agree to be treated as a criminal.

“Let go of my hands. I'll follow you but I know that I'm not a criminal! Adrian, please get our lawyer.” She said and quietly followed them to the car.

“Don't be scared, Ciara; you're innocent. So there's nothing they can do to you!” A voice in her whispered.

Adrian looked in distress as his wife was taken as a criminal.

“I'll be right after you, honey,” he said softly before she finally disappeared into the police van.

“Mum! Mum!!” Adrian yelled as he navigated to his mother's room.

Without knocking to get a response, he impatiently pulled the knob of the door and pounced in.

“Do you know something about this?” He shouted at her.

“Mother, I know you have never liked Ciara since the day I married her, for reasons only known to you. But has it gotten to this? Why are you…”

“Stop! Adrian, Enough of all the nonsense!” She interrupted and yelled back at him without hearing what he wanted to say next.

Actually, he wanted to make a disgusting statement.

His intention was to ask why was she so wicked and cold-blooded?

“I've warned you. Didn't I? But you still went ahead and married her. Thank God that now you've seen for yourself. If she can kill her own father, who gave her all the riches she has today, then tell me what would stop her from killing you if she gets what she wants. A word is enough for the wise!” She declared and left the room for him, slamming the door behind her.

In a short while, she opened the door again and said, “If you love her that much and care to know the truth, why don't you go to the station and see for yourself? I'm sure the police can never arrest a criminal without evidence!”