Debra said, "Joe isn't afraid of death or jail. He is loyal to Jeffrey and committed to the Nichols family. The composure he demonstrated tells me something. Either he knows someone's coming to get him out, or he's just a die-hard follower."
"What if it's the latter?" Marion asked.
"Then we have to gamble. I need your help to prepare a backup."
"Got it."
Debra and Marion walked out of the police station together.
Pedro froze, then hurried up to their side. "Is it done? That was fast."
Debra said, "Mr. Hardy, I'll need your help tonight."
Pedro straightened up. "Just say the word. I'll do my best."
"Someone is coming tonight. Aside from a police uniform, I'll need you to work with me and put on a show."
"Sure thing. Let's do it."
"Thanks, Mr. Hardy."
"No problem. I'll get everything ready."
...
Soon, it was evening.
Pedro's face darkened, and an officer nearby raised his hand and punched Joe, sending him crashing to the ground.
His hands cuffed, Joe couldn't fight back.
"Still not talking?" Pedro lazily leaned back. "Better think twice and avoid trouble."
Joe glared at him, refusing to talk. Pedro signaled to the officer, who hit Joe harder.
Blood started to spill, and screams echoed through the room.
In the meantime, a figure in a black cloak and a white mask walked into the police station.
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