The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 313 Hotel
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Eric put away his phone, his gaze piercing through the windshield and fixed on the distance.

The silhouette of the five-star Morris Hotel should be visible by now.

The lighting effect was so strong that even from a distance, one could still feel the brilliance of the other side.

Eric glanced again at the rearview mirror to check on the two girls, and said softly, "We're almost there."

The voice was steady and powerful, temporarily dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the car and evoking subtle but genuine reactions from the two girls in the back seat.

Each person reacted differently; some were as if they had been suddenly awakened from a nightmare, while others remained bewildered and confused.

But Eric didn't pay attention to any of that. After he finished speaking, he glanced at his phone again.

As before, Bill's response will determine his next move.

If Bill can't hold on, then he'll have no choice but to flee and return to the United States as a wanted fugitive with a French bounty on his head.

With Bill's help, escaping back to the United States shouldn't be difficult.

But from then on, he would not have any further contact with Bill.

After all, one code equals one code.

If Bill can hold on, then he'll continue to the hotel, settle Kimmy and Amanda in, coax Tifa a bit, and then obediently wait for the police to arrive.

As if sensing Eric's thoughts, the phone quickly vibrated.

Eric raised an eyebrow, picked up his phone, and then a slight smile appeared on his lips, a tacit understanding flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you, Eric, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Eric typed casually, took a breath, and put down his phone.

"Is it Dad?" Jinmi suddenly asked from the back seat, as if she had sensed something.

Eric looked in the rearview mirror and saw her eyes, which were no longer completely empty but were beginning to come alive, and nodded.

"Yes, he's on his way, you'll see him soon."

This confirmation gave Kimmy a huge boost of confidence. She looked at Eric intently, gave a soft "hmm," and didn't ask for any more details. She just nodded silently, and her tense shoulders seemed to relax a little.

Then, he subconsciously reached out and gently grasped Amanda's hand, who was still somewhat timid beside him.

Eric looked away and nodded inwardly.

Bill has indeed raised his daughter very well; she was the one who mentioned the female victims before they left.

With the Morris Hotel in sight, Eric smoothly drove the car into the brightly lit circular driveway.

The hotel's magnificent classical facade appears even more luxurious up close. Under the porch, the doormen in their smart uniforms have already noticed the approaching Audi, their faces bearing well-trained, impassive smiles.

The car stopped under the entrance hall.

Eric got out of the car first. He didn't immediately open the back door, but instead casually glanced around at the surroundings, the other guests at the entrance, the nearby vehicles, and the activity inside the hotel lobby.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Eric went around to the back seat of the car, opened the door, and his tall figure intentionally or unintentionally blocked the glaring lights.

Having just returned from another hellish place, suddenly being transported to such a glamorous setting requires some adjustment time.

"We've arrived, we're safe now."

Kimmy glanced at the hotel, and with Eric's help, got out of the car, her legs feeling a little weak.

Amanda, who was completely limp, was half-supported and half-carried out by Eric. She still didn't dare to lift her head completely and stayed close to Kimmy.

Eric left the doorman to handle the car and escorted the two girls into the hotel lobby, heading straight for the elevator.

After some time, Jinmi recovered considerably. She observed the hotel for a while longer and couldn't help but mutter something under her breath:
“It’s so quiet here.” “Yeah, that’s how it is in luxury hotels.” Eric replied simply, leading the two into the empty elevator.

He understood that Jinmi's mindset was still stuck in the previous shock and hadn't yet recovered.

Compared to that building, this hotel is naturally quieter.

The elevator interior was spotless, and when Kimmy saw her disheveled reflection, she turned her face away somewhat awkwardly. Amanda, on the other hand, kept her head down and stayed close to her.

The elevator ascended silently, and Kimmy couldn't help but speak again, as if confirming something: "Eric, we're really safe, aren't we?"

Eric turned his head and said seriously, "Yes, Kimmy, I assure you, it's safe here. What you need now is rest."

Eric's tone had a convincing power.

Looking into his calm eyes, Jinmi felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. She gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.

The three arrived at the floor where the suite was located. The corridor was covered with thick carpets, which completely absorbed the sound of their footsteps.

Once they found the suite, Eric swiped his card to open the door and stepped aside to let the two girls go in first.

But Eric was already in a dilemma; how was he supposed to explain it to Tifa?
How can you explain that he quietly accomplished something big and then waited for the French police to come and arrest him?

You see, he originally came here to keep Tifa company.

Eric closed the door, quickly checked to make sure Tifa wasn't there, and then his gaze naturally shifted to the bedroom next door, where he had already heard noises.

The spaciousness and elegance of the suite once again stunned Jinmi. The soft carpet, the elegant furniture, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dazzling night view of Paris—it all seemed too beautiful to be real.

"rest first."

Eric's voice pulled Kimmy back to reality, and he pointed in a direction.

"The bathroom is on the left. There are clean towels and bathrobes inside, and water and drinks are available in the refrigerator. If you need food, you can call room service."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Tifa suddenly walked out.

"Honey? You're back?" She first glanced at her boyfriend, who was giving a slightly forced laugh, raised an eyebrow, and then fixed her gaze on the two girls.

The clothes were slightly rumpled and disheveled.

One of the girls seemed off, her face clearly showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Her unfocused gaze and the uncontrollable, subtle trembling indicated that she was in the dissociation phase of an acute stress state.

The other girl was in a better state; her eyes had begun to refocus, and she was even observing her surroundings and herself.

A pale face, heavy breathing, and shoulders that were tense despite a forced attempt to remain calm—it was a kind of vigilance that was being tried to control.

She is trying to regain control of her emotions and environment.

In just a second or two, Tifa had already formed a rough judgment in her mind.

at the same time.

Jinmi's eyes widened slightly involuntarily at Tifa's appearance, clearly reflecting Tifa's figure.

Elegant, beautiful, and exuding a mature and intellectual charm.

She had no idea there was another woman present. Hearing Tifa's affectionate address to Eric, a mix of extreme surprise and an indescribable sense of loss pierced her heart like fine needles.

This feeling even temporarily overshadowed the previous fear.

Seeing Tifa's scrutinizing gaze, Jinmi subconsciously lowered his eyelids, no longer daring to look Tifa in the eye.

(End of this chapter)