Fake Cop Detains Poor Woman, Unaware Who She Really Is — Story of the Day

"Please help. He's coming to kill me!" A terrified young immigrant approaches a woman loading grocery bags in her car. Unaware that a cop is searching for the girl, the woman hides her in the car trunk. Little did she guess this was just the beginning of something even more sinister.

The moon cast a soft silver glow on the desolate parking lot. Emma was loading her car trunk with grocery bags in the eerie stillness when a loud cry in the distance shattered the silence. Emma's breath hitched as she craned her neck to look, her hands fidgeting with her keys beside her white sedan.

"Help me. My name is Nadia. I run from danger. Please help...please!" A young woman frantically approached Emma and quivered as she spoke in broken English. Emma looked into Nadia's tear-filled eyes and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the distressed woman.

"What's wrong, Miss? Are you alright? Please slow down," Emma urged. "Please tell me clearly so I can help you out...Miss?"

To Emma's shock, the woman gasped between sobs and quickly climbed into the car trunk. "Please help. He's coming to kill me! Please hide me in your car...I beg you. Please don't tell him I am hiding here."

"Miss, calm down. I'll help you, don't worry..." Emma hesitantly said, her mind racing with the gravity of the situation. "Who is after you? Please tell me clearly..."

But before Emma could get the woman to talk, another voice echoed from the dark depths of the parking lot. It was a man. As he drew closer, Emma saw that he was in a cop uniform.

Under normal circumstances, Emma would have grabbed her phone and called 911 immediately. But something didn't feel right. Why was a cop chasing a young girl? Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the terrified girl get in the trunk. The reality of the situation sank in as Emma immediately shut the trunk door and turned to the man.

"Excuse me, Miss," the guy approached Emma with a stern expression, a flashlight in his hand. "I'm looking for an immigrant. Have you seen a young woman...of foreign appearance...about this tall, black hair, pink dress? She speaks in broken English...have you seen her around?"

Emma furrowed her brows, locking a piercing gaze at the guy as her heart pounded, trying to maintain composure.

"I'm sorry, come again?" Emma replied.

"Look, Miss, I'm looking for a fugitive. Did you see anyone suspicious passing by a while ago?"

"I'm sorry, Officer. I haven't seen anyone like that," Emma shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, hoping the cop would believe her and leave the spot.

But he scrutinized Emma briefly before his gaze shifted to Emma's car. "Oh, really? You're the only one who seems to be around. How did you miss noticing the girl? Are you lying? Maybe I should check the trunk, huh?"

Emma's heart raced as she reached for her keys, trying not to look in the trunk's direction. Thinking on her feet, she attempted to deflect suspicion.

"I really haven't seen anyone, Officer. I wouldn't lie to a government official. But of course, you can check the trunk. I'm just going to film it, if you don't mind. Because when you do find it empty, I want to make sure I capture it. Just in case I feel like sharing it...with some very interesting people..."

The cop stared Emma in the eye while furrowing his brows before finally lowering his eyes. "If you happen to see anyone suspicious matching my description, call me on this number...right away..." he handed a card with a contact number.

Although the name of the department and other details looked believable, Emma was caught off guard when she noticed that the contact number was a private phone number. It brewed a sense of unease.

"Wait, that's weird. Such an individual approach to finding someone? Why not just call 911 directly? Isn't that what we're supposed to do in these situations, Officer?" she asked.

"Listen, what is your name, Miss?" The cop asked Emma.

"Emma."

"Listen, Emma, you're not in the spot to ask me too many questions...If you see the girl, call me right away, get it?" His gaze bore into Emma like cold shivers, and she could sense an unspoken threat lingering in the intensity of his stare.

"Alright, Officer...I will keep an eye out and call you if I see anything," Emma smiled.

As the Officer turned away, Emma couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was amiss. The unconventional phone number on the card added another layer of mystery to the already complex situation.

With a deep breath, Emma decided to get into the car and leave when the Officer suddenly stopped after hearing a strange noise from the trunk. While trying to adjust her posture, Nadia caused a suitcase in the backseat to fall with a heavy thud, distracting the Officer.

"Hold on a sec. What was that noise?" He rushed to the car.

"I-I think something just shifted in the backseat. Probably just the groceries and my suitcase. I just arrived from the airport," Emma stuttered as she activated the car's alarm to diffuse the noise.

The Officer grew suspicious. He immediately opened the back door and peered inside. There was nothing. Nadia was still hiding in the trunk.

"Miss, turn off the alarm," he demanded with authority. "I heard something back here...and I need to check your car. Open the trunk. Now."

Emma could feel the pressure. Something didn't really feel right about this guy.

"Wait a sec, Officer, how long have you been in the police force?" She asked.

"Long enough! And it's none of your business. Just open the goddamn trunk. I need to see what's inside," he loomed over Emma to follow his orders.

"Oh, really?" Emma sternly stood her ground while trying to diffuse the situation with the car alarm so Nadia would get enough time to hide elsewhere in the car.

"If you had been working in the department for so long, you would've known that our state requires a warrant to inspect someone's car."

"I said I want to check the trunk. Open it," the Officer barked orders.

"No, I'll leave the alarm on and wait for your warrant right here, okay? If you really have a problem, get a warrant and search my car," Emma sternly refused.

The cop's frustration mounted, and his patience started wearing thin. "Enough of this nonsense. Turn off the damn alarm and open the trunk...or things will get a lot more serious. You're obstructing my investigation. Open it right now!"

A cold sweat broke on Emma's forehead when she looked down and saw him drawing his weapon. The weight of the situation sank in as Emma reluctantly turned off the alarm and fumbled with the trunk keys.

"Here you go, Officer. I opened the trunk, and you'll see there is no one in here," Emma swallowed hard and anxiously opened the trunk.

"Where is she? I know you're hiding something...and you're going to regret it!" The Officer combed through the things in the trunk.

Emma craned her neck and let out a silent sigh of relief. To her surprise, the girl had already shifted to another spot in the car while the Officer was distracted by arguing with Emma and looking away.

"See, I told you there's no one in here, Officer," Emma replied. "I didn't see any girl. Did she miraculously disappear into thin air if she was hiding in my car? You saw it with your own eyes...there's no one here, Officer! You're just wasting your time...and my time. I'm getting late, and I need to go now."

The Officer was furious. There were no traces of Nadia in the trunk, and he had no idea she was hiding behind the driver's seat, holding her breath.

Just as the tension escalated and the cop slammed the trunk shut, a dusty cloth tumbled onto the driver's seat, landing near Nadia. She couldn't hold back a sneeze.

"Achoo!" Nadia snuffled. The sneeze echoed through the empty car, grabbing the Officer's attention.

"What was that, you damn little—?" He swore under his breath and pointed the gun at Emma.

Before he could approach the car and get hold of Nadia, Emma acted swiftly. She grabbed the Officer's arm and pinned him face-down against the vehicle, causing the gun to slip from his grip.

"You're not the only one with a badge, Officer!" Emma declared. "Officer Falcon at your service! And you've just ruined my day off!"

"Nadia, you can come out of the car. Everything's under control," she shouted out to Nadia, who anxiously got out of the car. "Get the handcuffs from the glove box."

"What the hell is going on?" The Officer barked as Emma handcuffed him. "Y-You're a cop? Why did you trust her and not me? I'm a cop, too."

"Oh, really? I haven't seen such a fake badge in a really long time!" Emma plucked the fake badge pinned to the guy's uniform. "Did you get this from a thrift store?"

"I wear the uniform to serve the society...to help those in need of justice," Emma hissed. "And you? You wore it to scare your victims. I long knew you were impersonating an officer, but wanted to know your motive behind chasing Nadia...I was just about to inform my buddies in the department, but you pushed me to the edge to tackle you on my own."

As Emma secured the man and called her team, Nadia took out her phone and showed her some pictures. "Look, Detective, he stole these items. He's not a real cop. And he's not alone. A poor, blind older lady's life is in danger. Please, you have to save her!"

Emma's eyes widened when she saw the incriminating evidence on the phone.

"Dispatch, this is Detective Falcon. I need immediate backup and a team to 1708 Maple Street..." Emma instructed her team. "Move fast, and be ready for anything."

"Copy that, Detective Falcon. Backup and a team en route to the given address. Proceed with caution."

Emma remained composed as she continued her investigation in the interrogation room. The fake cop sat across from her, his demeanor shifting from arrogance to nervousness.

"Your fake badge, photos of you stealing things, and two witnesses who saw you in action...these are all pretty convincing evidence, pal," Emma leaned in. "Now start talking. Why were you after Nadia? Who are you?"

The man sat still but then sighed, realizing the game was up. "Just as everything worked according to our plan, this immigrant housemaid witnessed something she shouldn't have. She was a loose end, and we couldn't risk her talking and getting us caught..."

We? So this man had an accomplice? Officer Falcon's thoughts flashed, as she realized the case probably went deeper than she'd thought.

Returning to the moment, she asked the man, "What did she see? Who is this old lady you're talking about?"

"Her name is Mrs. Morgan...the blind, rich widow who lives in her villa with her pet cat and caretaker, Esther..." he began confessing.

Several weeks ago...

85-year-old Mrs. Morgan sat by the enormous glass-stained French windows, basking in the afternoon sun as soft symphonies of classic melodies from her antique gramophone wafted through the room.

Old age and health issues had taken a toll on her well-being, and although Mrs. Morgan grew to come to terms with it, she only wished she were never blind and could move around without her walking stick.

Reclined in her plush armchair, the lonely and wealthy widow sat smiling, surrounded by elegant furnishings, antiques, and her favorite indoor plants.

"Esther, dear, could you please fetch my favorite novel? I'd like to spend the afternoon listening to some readings," Mrs. Morgan called out to her caretaker, Esther, who had moved in to take care of her full-time.

Earlier, Mrs. Morgan lived alone with her pet cat, Snowball, and could handle things on her own. However, after experiencing issues with her eyesight, she hired Esther through an online advertisement for a caretaker just a couple of months ago.

"Of course, Mrs. Morgan. Right away!" Esther feigned sweetness and rolled her eyes. She was busy admiring herself in the mirror. Mrs. Morgan's chain with the diamond pendant looks too good on me! Esther thought when Mrs. Morgan called out to her.

Always needing something, blind old lady! She's driving me insane with her never-ending demands! Esther scoffed as she grabbed Mrs. Morgan's Kindle and searched for her favorite audiobook.

"Ah, there you go, Mrs. Morgan!" She cast a disdainful glance and handed Mrs. Morgan the device, annoyed yet replying politely with a smile.

"You're an angel, dear! Thank you so much. What would I do without you?" Mrs. Morgan smiled.

"Not a problem, Mrs. Morgan. I'm here to take care of you!"

While Mrs. Morgan lost herself in the world of words, Esther returned to the drawer. Her eyes wandered as she picked the glistening chain with the diamond locket and wore it around her neck.

It looks lovely on me! Esther muttered when Mrs. Morgan called out to her again. Esther was startled when she turned around and saw the older lady standing right behind her, her fragile body supported by a walking stick.

"Mrs. Morgan, is everything alright?" Esther rushed to the older lady.

"Esther dear, there's a lovely breeze outside. I could feel it, but I could not reach the window and open it fully. Would you mind opening it for me?" Mrs. Morgan requested.

Why can't she kick the bucket already instead of gnawing at my peace? Esther mumbled while feigning politeness.

"Oh, not at all, Mrs. Morgan. I'll open the window right away!"

As Esther opened the window, her eyes gleamed with greed and joy at seeing the pendant on her neck glistening under broad daylight.

She won't even notice it's gone. A little something for myself for washing and cleaning for her wouldn't hurt! She smirked.

Mrs. Morgan sat quietly by the window, naive of what was happening around her. Her eyes suddenly gushed with tears, and she yearned to connect with her son, Joseph, who lived abroad with his family.

"Esther, my dear, I'm sorry to trouble you. Could you check if Joe has sent me any mail? It's been quite a while since I heard from him," Mrs. Morgan asked an angry Esther, who stood fuming by the window.

"In a heartbeat, Mrs. Morgan!" She said and angrily marched to the table where all the mail that had arrived over the last couple of days was assembled.

Esther checked the stack of letters and stood back in shock at seeing a particular mail from Mrs. Morgan's son, Joseph.

Dear Mom,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. Last time we spoke, you told me about your health issues and problems with your eyesight. I hope you're taking your meds on time and seeing your doctor regularly.

I haven't heard from you in months and am so worried. Are you still angry with me, Mom? I miss you so much. I regret leaving you in the first place. I'm sorry for creating all those misunderstandings between us. I will always love you. You know that.

Please forgive me. I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Please call or write back as soon as you get this. I've sent my son Brad's photo. He's getting so big now...I hope you can see your grandson soon.

I'll be waiting for your call or letter, Mom.

With Love, Joe.

Esther scowled and crumpled the letter. She discarded it in the trash can before turning to Mrs. Morgan. "Here we go again, Mrs. Morgan. It's the same old tale! Your son hasn't written to you. Guess he's too busy for his mother!"

Poor Mrs. Morgan's heart sank, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Joe was still in college abroad when he started writing me letters every week!" She cried. "I used to cry when I used to read those letters. Oh, I miss those days so much."

"Oh, Mrs. Morgan. I'm so sorry," Esther faked sympathy as she quickly clicked a picture of the envelope bearing Joseph's address on her phone. "My heart aches to see you sad. Maybe I could do something to cheer you up!"

A sliver of joy lit up Mrs. Morgan's face. "Oh, my dear Esther. You're the only one who understands me. Maybe we could try calling Joe?"

"I know this might sound a little awkward. But for the two months I've been around here, your son hasn't called you even once. What if he doesn't answer? I don't want to see you hurt, Mrs. Morgan," Esther said.

"It's alright, dear. Ever since Joe left me, I've been praying for him to get back before God calls me to reunite with my late husband. I miss my son so much. Let's try calling him once...just once, please," Mrs. Morgan pleaded.

Esther furrowed her brows. She knew she could not turn down Mrs. Morgan, or else she would start suspecting. After discarding the envelope and all other mail in the trash can, Esther nodded and approached the landline.

"Alright, let's get your son on the line right away and see if he has a few minutes to spare for his mother!" Esther said ironically as she reconnected the previously disconnected phone.

Mrs. Morgan sat quietly, her heart racing in anticipation to hear her son's voice. Little did she know that Esther had dialed her own number and placed the call on the landline's loudspeaker. The room echoed with the constant ringing as tears slowly sprang into Mrs. Morgan's eyes.

"Joe, sweetie, please pick up...Mama feels like hearing your voice...please answer..."

The call went unanswered. "He's not picking up, Mrs. Morgan," Esther said, placing the receiver down and quickly disconnecting the landline wire.

"Maybe he doesn't want to talk to me anymore," Mrs. Morgan spilled her tears.

Hiding her malicious satisfaction, Esther sat beside Mrs. Morgan. She consoled the older woman while slowly talking her into believing that her son was ignoring her and probably started considering her a burden now that she was blind.

"It happens all the time, Mrs. Morgan! You dedicate your entire life to raising children who grow up, marry, leave you, and then...forget you when you age and fall sick!" Esther pretended. "The world is full of such ungrateful children. I'm sorry to say, but your son is one of them!"

"Which son in the world would be too busy for his old mother? I would certainly not ignore my mother like this. But she's...she's already gone...she's left me all alone."

"Oh, Esther, dear. You can consider me as your mother. I'm here for you, alright? You're not alone. Come here..." Mrs. Morgan wrapped Esther into a tight hug, guessing little about the web of deception her caretaker was tightening.

As time fleeted by, Esther's sinister plan thickened. She impersonated Mrs. Morgan in a letter to Joseph, asking him not to reach out to her.

"Dear Joe,

I'm finding it difficult to let go of what you did to me. You abandoned me for your wife and family when I needed you the most.

I'm glad your son is all grown up now. Please convey my wishes to him. But I don't wish to talk to you anymore.

So please don't reach out to me again. It's the least you can do after all that you've already done. Goodbye.

Mom."

Joseph's heart cracked after reading the letter.

Meanwhile, Esther was preparing to call someone on Mrs. Morgan's landline when it rang unexpectedly. The caller ID displayed Joseph's name, sending shivers down her spine because Mrs. Morgan was sitting in the same room.

"Esther, oh dear, is it my son calling? Is it Joe?" Mrs. Morgan excitedly chirped, unable to find the right words to express her joy.

Damn, I shouldn't have connected the phone. What will I tell her now? Esther mumbled.

"No, please sit, Mrs. Morgan. I'll answer it for you..." she quickly made Mrs. Morgan sit back in her chair as soon as she watched her reaching out to her walking stick.

The ringing stopped as Esther picked the receiver up and remained silent, letting the anticipation build on Joseph's end.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I want to talk to you. Can we please discuss a few things? I really miss you. Why did you say those things in the letter? It hurt me. Priscilla is hurt. My son read the letter and is so upset with his Grandma. Mom? Are you even listening? Can you hear me? Hello? Mom?"

Esther stood still, the silence frustrating Joseph.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk to me, I don't want to force you. But Mom, I really miss you...and love you. I know you're still mad at me. Take your time. But please get back to me as soon as possible. Brad wants to see his Grandma, and I promised I'd bring him home on his birthday next month. Please let go of whatever happened between us, Mom. If not for me, for Brad, okay? I'll be waiting for your call..."

Esther rolled her eyes. A cunning smile sparked on her face as she hung up on him with a resounding thud.

"Who was it, dear? Was it Joe?" Mrs. Morgan stared at the space in front of her and asked, her heart already cracking.

"Oh, Mrs. Morgan. It wasn't your son...just some scam insurance call. People need to get a life these days instead of trying to scam elderly people!" Esther said dramatically. "Alright, let's get your meds before you hit the bed!"

Mrs. Morgan disappointedly nodded while swallowing hard. She could not believe her son would let her down and cut ties with her for refusing to sell her house and move in with him to Florida.

"Here you are, taking care of this blind, old lady when my own son wants nothing to do with me. I always thought blood was thicker than water. I was wrong. Joe resents me for not selling my late husband's house despite knowing it's my most cherished possession," Mrs. Morgan uttered, tears slowly streaming down her wrinkles.

"Blood isn't always thicker than water, Mrs. Morgan!" Esther said. "It's a shame on your son for forgetting all your sacrifices and love. I wish I had a mother like you. I'd never let her out of my sight even for a second."

Mrs. Morgan nodded and was lost in deep thought. "You know what, dear? Call a lawyer. I hope you know somebody trustworthy who can help me with my will. I've made up my mind about something, and I hope you'll accept it."

Esther bubbled with joy and excitement. This was the moment she had been waiting for. "Whatever you think is best, Mrs. Morgan!" She said and immediately left the mansion to meet someone.

Esther's heart was a blend of joy that afternoon as she met her boyfriend, Jake, an online scammer, and brother, Billy, living off her in their rented apartment.

"Hey, what took you so long to come today? You know Black Friday is approaching, and I need some cash to shop. How much did you steal from that oldie's safe today?" Jake hissed.

"Patience, honey! I didn't bring anything today. But we're on the brink of a fortune that will drive you crazy and set us up for life!" Esther exclaimed, squeezing Jake's shoulders.

"She wants to transfer her property rights to me. I can sense it! This is the moment we've been waiting for! It's finally here! We just need to play this smart and get her to sign the documents."

"Really? How long do we have to wait until she kicks the bucket? Look, Esther, I told you to grab as much as possible and just come out of there so we can target our next victim."

"Oh, God, Jake, for once, just be patient, alright? Besides, she's eighty-five and old...weak and blind. We needn't wait until she kicks the bucket. We'll kick her out once she transfers the property rights to me!" Esther grinned.

"Alright, what's the next move?" Jake sipped beer as they plotted another cunning plan.

"I need you to go shopping with me. We're getting you a new suit so you can pose as a lawyer. We can't have those nosy neighbors suspecting anything. Hurry up...we don't have time. The old lady's good-for-nothing son is planning on visiting her next month. Right now, she is confused and thinks he hates her. This is our chance. We must execute our plan before she even thinks of changing her mind."

"And she's okay with leaving her estate to you instead of her son?" Billy taunted. "How did you set her up against her own son?"

"Thanks to the phony caretaker certificate Jake fabricated for me! The blind old lady thought I moved in with her to take care of her...to fill the emotional holes left behind by her stupid son. She'll never know it was our well-executed plan after weeks of just observing her! She'll never know I overheard her talking to her friend in church about posting an advertisement for a full-time caretaker. I'm so glad I jumped in to fill in for the position...looking all holy and genuine...and she believed me and hired me!"

"Well, I was the one who told you she could be our next big catch after seeing her wearing all those diamond jewels at that wedding in church, remember?" Jake chimed in and bragged.

"Oh, yeah, yeah...whatever! Now, let's hurry up and get you the suit, Jake. We can't afford to miss this golden opportunity. Once the property is mine, we sell it and fly abroad where nobody will find us."

"Sounds like a plan! Hold on...what if she refuses to sign at the last minute? You know, sometimes these oldies can be so annoying and stubborn," Billy rubbed his beard and stared at his sister.

"In that case, I have a plan B!" Esther chuckled. "God forbid! But if she finds out about our little scheme or refuses to sign the papers...keep the gun ready! I hope it's loaded, Billy!" Esther turned to Billy, who usually disguised himself as a cop and threatened vulnerable and drunk youngsters in cars and on bikes for money on highways.

Esther, Jake, and Billy shared a hearty laugh and left for the mall to shop. Meanwhile, Mrs. Morgan sat in her armchair and cried her heart out, holding a picture of her and Joseph.

"I'm really sorry, sweetie. I don't want to disturb you anymore. It breaks my heart to think you've started hating me. Some wounds just don't heal with time. I hope you're happy wherever you are. Before something happens to me, I've decided to leave the fate of this estate to someone who truly deserves it. I'm sorry," Mrs. Morgan silently sobbed.

Two days passed. An air of deception lingered as Jake, Esther, and Billy entered the elegant living room of Mrs. Morgan's mansion and saw her sitting in her plush armchair by the window, brushing her cat's fur.

"Oh, dear, you're home?" Mrs. Morgan turned to the entrance and rose after hearing the door creak. Esther walked in, motioning towards Jake to follow her and introduce himself once she set the stage.

"Mrs. Morgan, I've brought Mr. Wright, the lawyer. He's here to help you with the will...just like how you wanted. I believe you already spoke to him, right?"

Esther, Jake, and Billy exchanged a glance, showing a silent thumbs-up. With a faux grin and confidence masking their true intentions, Jake approached Mrs. Morgan and shook her hand.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Morgan. I'm J. Wright...and I'll be handling the legal aspects of your will today."

"Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Wright. I'm so glad you came. Yes, thank you so much. Let's not delay and get started with the paperwork. I don't think there's much to discuss as I've already talked about everything with you over the call," Mrs. Morgan smiled as Esther gently squeezed her shoulders and helped her sit.

Jake laid the deed on the table before her—the document that would unwittingly strip her of her property rights. Poor Mrs. Morgan had no idea about anything. Her trust in her supposed caretaker and so-called lawyer left her with no room for doubt. She glanced blankly at the papers and smiled, although she was unable to see anything.

"My husband Frank would normally do this. Unfortunately, he passed before me, leaving me all alone to handle such complicated legal stuff," Mrs. Morgan chuckled as she reached out for a pen to sign the paperwork.

Jake and Esther faked a laugh. Their patience started wearing thin. "Mrs. Morgan, here you go!" Esther handed her a pen.

"Thanks, dear. Where should I sign?" Mrs. Morgan ran her shaky fingers on the document as Esther held her hand firmly and placed it on the spot to be signed.

"Over here, Mrs. Morgan!"

"You know, I'm so stressed lately," Mrs. Morgan started crying. "The more medication I take, the worse I get. It's so strange. I didn't want to live fearing what might happen to this estate after I'm gone."

"I get it, Mrs. Morgan. I know you're vision impaired. Based on our discussion, one hundred percent of what you leave behind will go to your caretaker, Miss Esther. She can review the documents on your behalf if she wants," Jake said while Esther's face lit up with joy.

"Oh my, Mrs. Morgan. Are you going to leave everything to me? What was the need for you to do this? I'm sorry...but I cannot accept it! I'm here to take care of you out of the goodness of my heart. You told me you were like my mother. I would never ask my mother to pay me to care for her!" She feigned a shock and cupped Mrs. Morgan's hand. Jake and Esther shared a silent laugh, excited about the million-dollar fortune heading their way.

"Who's paying you, dear? I'm giving you what you truly deserve," Mrs. Morgan smiled and kissed Esther's hand. "My husband is gone. My only son has abandoned me. He's not even answering my calls. I talked it through with Mr. Wright. He was really helpful. I've decided to sign the papers today. Besides, you are no different from my child."

Just as Mrs. Morgan grabbed the pen and pressed it on the document to sign, she remembered something and turned in Jake's direction. "Mr. Wright, you told me about visiting church this Sunday when we spoke on the phone. Can you please tell Pastor Joshua hello for me?"

"Pastor, who?" Jake exclaimed as Mrs. Morgan arched her brows. Something didn't feel right. Pastor Joshua was a church clergy member for two decades, and everybody in town knew him.

"Wait a minute. You don't know Pastor Joshua from the church?" She glanced up at Jake. "You told me you go to church every Sunday. And you don't know Pastor Joshua?"

"Pastor Joshua. Oh, yes, yes! I do know him very well," Jake lied.

"Really? What's his full name then?"

"Come on, Mrs. Morgan. Let's get this done quickly. I've got other appointments," Jake pressed Mrs. Morgan to sign the papers. "Just sign the documents. Don't waste our time."

Mrs. Morgan's suspicions heightened. "Esther, something isn't right. Who is this man?"

But to her shock, Mrs Morgan had no idea she was surrounded by three people. Esther knew it was time to remove her mask and show Mrs. Morgan who she really was.

"Look, old lady, we don't have time for your stupid sentimental drama. Sign the papers, NOW!" she grabbed Mrs. Morgan's arm and forced the pen into her hand.

"ESTHER? Oh my God! What's going on? How could you...how could you do this to me?" Mrs. Morgan stuttered in fear. "I trusted you."

Beads of sweat rolled down Mrs. Morgan's face when she heard a gun being loaded. "Enough of your babbling, old lady!" Billy drew the weapon. "Sign the paper or get ready to die."

As the situation escalated, Nadia, the immigrant maid who worked for a neighbor, emerged from the kitchen with a tray. She had visited Mrs. Morgan with Thanksgiving dinner and had been in the kitchen all this while.

A cold sweat broke on Esther and Jake's faces when they heard a loud scream. Nadia dropped the tray and stood shaken at the kitchen entrance, her eyes bulging in horror at seeing Mrs. Morgan at gunpoint.

Having realized the plan was falling apart, Billy waved the gun at Nadia. "Nobody moves! Mrs. Morgan, sign the papers, or things will get ugly...and you won't be there to regret any of it. And you...come here."

Mrs. Morgan's eyes widened in fear, and she sat still, paralyzed with shock. Esther grabbed the papers and forced a pen into Mrs. Morgan's trembling hand.

"Sign the papers, lady. Or you won't wake up to see another morning!"

As Mrs. Morgan swallowed hard and reluctantly started signing, Nadia waited for the right moment. Jake and Esther were curiously waiting for Mrs. Morgan to finish signing.

"Well done, lady! Now get some sleep!" Esther struck a blow to Mrs. Morgan's head, rendering her unconscious. "What are you waiting for? Remove her diamond bracelet and jewels. She's gonna wake up in the streets when she regains consciousness. Hurry! We'll deal with the girl later."

As Esther, Jake, and Billy busied themselves in removing Mrs. Morgan's jewels, Nadia snapped a picture of them stealing. She then grabbed the will bearing Mrs. Morgan's signature and bolted towards the door.

"Help, someone, help!" she shouted out loud and stormed out of the gate onto the main road, entering the mall parking lot, where she ran into Officer Falcon.

"Billy, go after her! Get the document, and don't leave her alive. Find her before she goes to the cops! Go!" Esther barked orders as Billy chased Nadia.

Present day...

"It was all Esther and Jake's idea. They said the old lady was rich and lonely. We thought we could grab a fortune and escape to a tropical island or something...settle down until we find another vulnerable older person to pull off our next heist," Billy, the cop impersonator, revealed the details of the malicious plan to Officer Falcon.

Mrs. Morgan was still trapped in her house with Esther and Jake. It had been an hour now, and anything could have happened to her. So Officer Falcon knew she had to hurry and save her life.

"You're going to pay for your crimes," Officer Falcon sternly replied and radioed for backup before rushing to Mrs. Morgan's mansion.

As the team approached the grand villa, they found it eerily empty, except for Mrs. Morgan's cat, Snowball, meowing on the couch. The search intensified, leading them to the basement, where they discovered Mrs. Morgan bound and gagged.

"Mrs. Morgan, don't worry, we're cops. We're here to help you," Officer Falcon exclaimed as they untied her. She was visibly shaken and looked up with tearful eyes.

"My cat...he was hitting my cat..." Mrs. Morgan cried.

"Mrs. Morgan, your cat is fine. Please come with us," another cop helped Mrs. Morgan upstairs and sat her down.

Eventually, Esther and her boyfriend, Jake, were arrested on time before they could flee the town using their fake passports.

"Thank you for saving my life, Officer," Mrs. Morgan sobbed, her voice quivering with disbelief. She was still not out of the string of nightmares she had been through. It pushed her to the edge of her fears when she recalled sharing the same roof with an evil woman like Esther, who was a wolf in sheep's skin.

"If you have to thank someone, Mrs. Morgan, it would be your neighbor's housemaid, Nadia!" Officer Falcon patted Mrs. Morgan on the shoulder and smiled.

"Oh, dear, Nadia…that girl from Persia! Is she fine? They were chasing her. I hope she isn't hurt."

"She's fine. Not to worry! And she reached the right hands at the right time!" Officer Falcon added with a smile.

The next day, upon hearing the news from the cops, Joseph flew to his hometown with his family. He ran to his old mother and hugged her, unable to find the right words to express his sorrow and guilt.

"Mom, I missed you so much. I'm so sorry. I should've never left you alone. I promise you'll never be lonely again," Joseph cried on his mother's shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie, I missed you so much, Joey. I'm so sorry for not listening to you and moving in with you," Mrs. Morgan reciprocated, pecking a kiss on her son's hand. "Is that...is that your son?"

Mrs. Morgan could not hold back her tears when her grandson Brad hugged her. He was five the last time she'd seen him. He'd grown big, which melted her heart following the heartfelt reunion.

A week later, Mrs. Morgan kissed the wall beside the front door before bidding goodbye to her precious home. She was leaving the town with her cat to Joseph's house in Florida.

"Sweetie, did you get the gift?" Mrs. Morgan turned to Joseph.

"Yes, Mom! Let's give it to her!" He led his mother as she gingerly approached Nadia.

"Thanks for saving my life, dear. Your courage made all the difference," Mrs. Morgan said, thanking Nadia and handing her a gift box. "This is nothing compared to your help. But I'm sure it will bring you a smile this Christmas!"

"Thank you so much!" Nadia said with teary eyes as she watched Mrs. Morgan board the taxi and embark on a new chapter with her family. Nadia unwrapped the gift box and could not hold back her tears at seeing a check for $50,000 and a little note:

"May this small gift brighten your Christmas & bring warmth to your heart. With Love, Mrs. Morgan."

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