Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 433

The officer switched the call to speaker, putting on his best friendly-bro routine. “Devin, man, sorry about last night. Things got a little out of hand—I totally forgot to send you that video.”

The guy on the other end took the bait right away. “Hurry up! I want that bitch Carolyn’s reputation ruined! Did you set her up with six guys, just like I asked?”

The officer kept it rolling. “Of course. I’ll send you the video now.”

“Do it!” The man hung up before anything else could be said.

Allison and Carolyn exchanged a look.

Whoever was on the other end clearly wasn’t close to the phone’s owner—probably just working together for this one thing—so he hadn’t even noticed the different voice.

Unbelievable, Carolyn thought. What an idiot.

The officer wasted no time running the number through the police system.

He turned to Carolyn. “The phone’s registered to someone named Devin. Do you know him?”

Carolyn’s eyes widened. “Devin? He used to be the deputy manager in my department. I fired him a few days ago.”

Allison’s expression hardened. “That makes sense. The guys who drugged you must’ve been paid off by Devin, and your so-called friend was in on it too.”

Carolyn’s voice was barely a whisper. “How could this happen... Cindy... why would she do this to me? I’ve always treated her so well...”

***

Devin sat on his couch at home, waiting and waiting. The video never came. Instead, the police showed up at his door to arrest him.

Cindy broke down completely, sobbing. “I know, I know, I should’ve come to you. Luna, please, I’m begging you—don’t press charges. My son is only five. He just had surgery, he’s still in the hospital. He can’t lose his mom. Please, Luna, I’m begging you!”

Carolyn’s face was cold and distant. “What’s the point of saying all this now?”

With a heavy thud, Cindy fell to her knees in front of Carolyn.

“I’m begging you, Luna, please withdraw the charges. I know I was wrong, I’ll do anything, I’ll kneel right here—”

She pressed her forehead to the floor, banging her head again and again.

“Cindy,” Carolyn said, her voice sharp and icy, “this is a criminal case. It’s not up to me to drop it. The evidence is clear, the police already handed it over to the prosecutor. There’s nothing I can do.”

She paused, standing tall, looking down at the woman sobbing on the floor. Her voice was as cold as winter rain.