My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 28

When Ray heard the distant wail of the ambulance, a faint smile touched his lips.

He hailed a cab to the police station. He was going to file a report.

When the officers learned that his takeout had been stolen, they couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You can file a report for that,” one of them said kindly. “But honestly, you should check the surveillance with your property management first, then talk it out with your neighbor. It’s better to settle things privately when you can.”

Ray nodded. “That’s what I did the first time. The property manager found the culprit easily–it was the grandson of my next–door neighbor. But the adults in that house not only refused to compensate me, they insulted me.

it again.” “Today, I ordered another meal. Their grandson stol

The officer’s smile faded. “That’s too much.”

First theft, then refusal, then another theft? No wonder the man had come all the way here. You couldn’t just bully an honest person endlessly.

“All right,” the officer said, straightening in his chair. “I’ll come with you. We’ll make sure they understand this is serious.”

Ray’s mouth curved faintly. “It’s probably more serious than you think–this meal was… expensive.”

“How expensive?” the officer asked lightly.

“Eight thousand dollars.”

The officer had just taken a sip of tea. He spat it all over his monitor, coughing.

Ray slid a receipt across the desk. The officer took it, scanned it, and blinked.

It really was eight thousand dollars.

what–how much?”

Who in the world ordered takeout that expensive? Wouldn’t you just eat at the restaurant? But then again, it wasn’t illegal to spend what you wanted on food.

Still, this wasn’t petty theft anymore–it was theft of property on par with jewelry or gold.

The officer looked up, his tone firm now. “I’ll need to verify this at the restaurant.”

“No problem,” Ray said calmly. “I can come along.”

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“Jeremy,” the senior officer called out, “you’re with me.”

The three of them headed for Lemarea.

On the way, Officer Jeremy Boston whistled low. “Man, that one meal’s worth my whole year’s salary.”

The older officer, Officer Gail Blaise, was pushing fifty. He studied Ray for a long moment.

Eight thousand for one delivery… Had Ray set up his neighbor’s brat? Still, whether or not there was a trap, theft was theft. And anything worth over three hundred counted as a criminal offense.

They arrived at the restaurant. The manager greeted Ray like an old friend, overly polite, calling him “Mr. Morley” every other sentence. When he learned that Ray had brought two police officers to verify the stolen order, he

Chapter 28

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