Charmaine Dankworth was about to dial his number on her phone.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Charmaine Dankworth cursed, "Not carrying the keys again."
Then she went to open the door.
"Why are you here this early in the..."
Her words were interrupted halfway, stuck in her throat.
She stared at the stern-faced police officer in front of her, heart pounding, yet managed to ask calmly, "May I know who you are...?"
"Miss Charmaine Dankworth?"
Charmaine squinted her eyes, subconsciously ready to argue.
But the police didn't give her the opportunity; they showed her the arrest warrant, "You are suspected of theft and instructing others to commit murder. We're arresting you for questioning."
Charmaine's head buzzed. She almost lost her balance.
"Theft? Instructing others to commit murder?"
As she stood there, stunned and questioning, the police had already handcuffed her, put her into the squad car, and then started searching every corner of her home for any suspicious evidence.