Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 141: Hidden Virtues And Names

She paused, her tone apologetic but firm. "The police hadn't arrived yet, so I couldn't risk revealing the details and spooking the suspects. I hope you understand."

When Director Roberts heard the staggering news that there were "bodies in the walls," his entire body jolted with shock. After the initial horror passed, a thought flashed through his mind.

If there truly were corpses inside those walls, wouldn't that mean the house could be legally demolished immediately?

He never dreamed the breakthrough for this holdout would come in such a grim fashion. Suppressing his internal shock, he turned to the demolition crew and waved them back. "Quick! Everyone clear the site! This area is now under the full authority of the police!"

"We will cooperate fully on our end!"

Beside him, Brendan and his lackeys were already breaking out in a cold sweat, their faces as white as sheets. Bodies sealed in the concrete, and the owner refusing to let anyone touch the house... This meant the owner knew exactly what was inside and was likely the killer. The realization that they had been trying to negotiate with a murderer for weeks made their legs go weak and their teeth chatter. They scrambled away to a safe distance, not daring to look at the eerie house again.

Simon pulled a bar of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Nancy. "Eat something to get your energy back. Go back to the car; it’s safe there." He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at her tired face. "I brought some clay pot rice and hot soup for you. It’s on the passenger seat. Eat it while it's hot."

Nancy took the chocolate and nodded obediently. The moment Simon turned to the other officers, his expression shifted from tender to razor-sharp. He gave a crisp tactical signal, his voice steady and powerful.

"Team One, follow me for the breach! We’re going in to arrest the suspects! Team Two, secure the perimeter. Ensure the site is under absolute control!"

In that tense moment, a shy little black cat slipped out of the shadows, gently rubbing against Nancy’s leg with a soft meow.

"Hey," the black cat looked up. "The Tabby sent me to give you a message!"

It lowered its voice like a professional secret agent. "The bad man is trying to escape through the basement on the south side of the house! There’s a secret tunnel they just dug that leads outside! The exit is right—" The cat lifted a paw, pointing precisely toward the southeast corner of the demolition site. "Go that way! Our kittens will be along the path to guide you!"

Then, it dropped a bombshell. "And one more thing! The woman inside is messing with the gas tanks in the kitchen on the west side of the first floor. The smell is awful!"

Nancy immediately relayed the intelligence to Simon while pulling out some cat food to reward the little hero. Simon’s expression turned grim. "They’re cornered. They’re trying to destroy evidence, or maybe even blow the place up."

"Can you ask the Tabby for help? We need them to create a distraction while we move in."

Nancy nodded and crouched down to consult with the black cat. The kitten, easily won over by the fragrant food, chirped a response. "Leave it to me! I’ll go back and tell the Tabby right now. We’ll come find you in a bit!" With that, it vanished into the night.

Nancy stood up and gave Simon a thumbs-up. "It’s handled."

Simon’s eyes sharpened. He raised his radio, his voice calm and decisive. "Team One, listen up! Breach the kitchen immediately. Stop the female suspect from tampering with the gas tanks!"

"Team Two, advance to the southeast. Follow the lead of the stray cats to intercept the male suspect! Move out!"

Inside the kitchen, a woman was trembling as she frantically twisted the valve on a propane tank. In that split second, a sleek tabby blur leaped from the window sill like a bolt of lightning, accurately swatting over an oil bottle near her hand.

Crash! The sound of breaking glass and splashing oil sent the already high-strung woman into a panicked scream. Almost simultaneously, a loud bang echoed as the kitchen door was kicked open. A team of highly trained officers flooded the room like divine soldiers, pinning the woman to the ground and clicking on the silver handcuffs before she could even process what was happening.

The Tabby, having created the perfect opening, had already leaped back onto the windowsill. He began slowly licking his paws, looking as if the entire chaos had nothing to do with him.

Meanwhile, the burly officers of Team Two were experiencing the most surreal moment of their careers. Five men, all over six feet tall, were holding their breath as they followed a tiny orange stray cat. The kitten wiggled its rear as it led the way, its fluffy tail held high like a built-in GPS antenna.