Are you out of your mind?

The car was moving toward the 15th precinct. Helen kept looking at Journee who was busy in her thoughts. Zion was sitting quietly in the backseat in handcuffs. He was surprised that this tiny girl was almost on the verge of breaking his wrist. Why couldn't he get out of her grip was beyond his comprehension.

He was fit, went to the gym regularly. He could lift deadweight but this girl easily blocked his punch. Who was she? And since when did NYPD train their officer to such an extent? She was an expert pickpocket, an expert fighter. Where did she learn everything?

He looked behind. A few cars were following him. One of which was Archer's but he turned away after following for some time. He knew where he was going. He was going to get help. Zion would need his army of lawyers.

Helen parked the car. Both Journee and Helen came out of the car Journee ordered, "take him to booking and start the process."

"Yes, Ma'am."