There were six, no seven, of them walking towards the table now. Quentin wondered what they'd do next, or what he'd do next for that matter.

"Get down on your knees now! Get down! Get down! All of you, get down!" ordered one of the ladies. Victor reckoned she was the "leader" of the pack - perhaps a gang of some sort.

"What on earth is going on? What's up with you lady?" Wesley questioned in amusement.

"What's up? I'll tell you what's up. I'm Taylor Livingston, FBI. Mr. Wesley, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of Liv Stiller, Yvonne Green, Regina Ivans, Ellis Robertson, Audrey Ruso and Kristen Walters."

"What the hell."

"You, as you may already know, have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to hire an attorney, and in the case you can't, an attorney will be provided for you by the judiciary department should you require one. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand enough to know that you're a woman too."

"This is where I kick someplace you'll regret me kicking if you continue being stupid. Now get up."

Quentin glanced at Victor. So Wesley was the psychopath who killed the six young girls in the Los Manigurs area over the past weeks as the news had reported. Wesley shot a cold stare at Quentin.

Victor was stunned by the sudden twist in the events.

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And so were the readers of the above. Haha, I felt bored. Alright, who's next?

Sk.