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

A terrified young immigrant pleads for help from a woman in a parking lot. As the woman hastily hides her in the car trunk, an ominous figure emerges in the immigrant's pursuit, unveiling a deeper, more sinister plot.

In the silver glow of the moonlit parking lot, Emma was startled by a distant cry as she loaded groceries into her car trunk. A young woman approached frantically, pleading for help in broken English.

"Help me. My name is Nadia. I run from danger. Please help...please!" Nadia gasped, climbing into Emma's trunk in terror.

"Miss, calm down. I'll help you, don't worry..." Emma assured her, but Nadia closed the trunk.

Before Emma could comprehend what was happening, a man in a cop's uniform emerged from the shadows. "Excuse me, Miss," he began, "I'm looking for an immigrant. Have you seen a young woman? She has black hair, and she's wearing a pink dress."

Emma sensed something was off. The scared look on the girl's face, this cop…what was happening?

"I'm sorry, Officer," she replied cautiously. "I haven't seen anyone like that."

The cop's suspicion turned to Emma's car. "Maybe I should check the trunk, huh? It's just your car in this parking lot."

Emma's mind raced. "I really haven't seen anyone, Officer. But of course, you can check the trunk. I'm just going to film it and...share it with some important people. I'm sure you don't mind?" she responded stiffly, signaling that he shouldn't cross a line.

The cop sighed and handed her a card with a private number. "If you see the girl with the description I've mentioned, call me right away."

Emma's brows furrowed. Which cop asks a citizen to call on a private number? "Wait, that's weird. Why not just call 911 directly?"

The cop's gaze hardened. "Listen, you're not in the spot to ask too many questions. If you see the girl, call me right away, get it?"

As he turned away, a noise from the trunk made him suspicious. Emma quickly activated the car's alarm to cover it up. "I think something just shifted in the backseat. Probably just the groceries and my suitcase. I drove to the supermarket right after my flight landed."

"I heard something back here, and I need to check your car. Open the trunk. Now," he demanded.

Emma stood her ground. "If you really have a problem, get a warrant and search my car," she said firmly, her heart racing with the gravity of the situation.

The cop, frustrated, drew his weapon. "Open the trunk now, or things will get serious!"

Emma, alarmed, complied. But she sighed in relief as the cop searched the trunk. Nadia had moved. "You see, no one's here," she said.

The cop slammed the trunk shut, but Nadia sneezed.

"What was that?" he demanded, pointing his gun at Emma.

Emma reacted quickly, disarming and pinning him down. "I'm Officer Falcon, and you're under arrest!"

"Nadia, you can come out!" Emma called out. "Get the handcuffs from the glove box."

As Nadia emerged with handcuffs, Emma cuffed the fake cop. "I haven't seen such a fake badge in a really long time!" She plucked the fake badge pinned to the guy's uniform, and Nadia showed Emma photos on her phone. "He bad man. Hurt one old lady. We must save old lady!"

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Emma radioed for backup. "Dispatch, need backup at 1708 Maple Street."

The cops soon arrived on the scene, and the man was taken to the police station. In the interrogation room, Emma confronted him. "Start talking. Why Nadia? Who's involved?"

He confessed to targeting Nadia because she witnessed his and his accomplices' scheme against Mrs. Morgan, a blind, wealthy widow.

Weeks earlier….

Mrs. Morgan, reclining in a chair in her villa, asked her caretaker, Esther, for her audiobook. Esther had been admiring herself in the mirror after trying on Mrs. Morgan's diamond necklace.

"Of course, Mrs. Morgan," Esther replied, slightly frustrated by the older woman's demands.

After Mrs. Morgan immersed herself in reading, Esther returned to the mirror. She decided to keep the necklace. Of course, the blind Mrs. Morgan would never notice. She was startled when the older lady appeared behind her.

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Morgan?" Esther asked, hurriedly approaching her.

"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.

Esther, wearing Mrs. Morgan's diamond pendant, begrudgingly opened the window at her request. "Why can't she just leave me in peace?" she mumbled.

Mrs. Morgan, feeling the cool breeze, asked Esther to check for mail from her son, Joe. Esther found a heartfelt letter from Joe, expressing his longing and regret for any misunderstandings. She angrily crumpled it, lying to Mrs. Morgan that there was no mail from him.

Mrs. Morgan, heartbroken, reminisced about Joe's letters during his college years. Esther faked sympathy while covertly photographing Joe's address from the envelope.

Then, suggesting a phone call to Joe, Esther connected the previously disconnected landline but dialed her own number, ensuring the call went unanswered. Mrs. Morgan's hopes of hearing from Joe were dashed, leaving her in tears.

Esther manipulated Mrs. Morgan into believing Joe considered her a burden now. "Children grow up and forget their aging parents," she said, feigning empathy.

Mrs. Morgan, vulnerable, believed Esther's lies. "Oh, Esther, you're like a daughter to me," she said, embracing her deceitful caretaker.

Esther didn't stop at that. She knew she couldn't afford Mrs. Morgan getting close to her son. So she forged a letter from Mrs. Morgan to Joe. Joe was devastated upon reading it. How could he not be? The letter said:

"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."

Then, one day, 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.

Damn, I should've kept the phone line disconnected. 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.

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. Why did you say those things in the letter? It hurt me and Priscilla. 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. 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?"

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

After hanging up, Esther lied to Mrs. Morgan, "Just a scam call, not Joe."

Mrs. Morgan, heartbroken, believed Joe had abandoned her. "He resents me for not selling the house," she sobbed. "He wanted me to move in with him. How can he resent me for keeping the house that was his father's, too? I always thought blood is thicker than water."

Esther seized the opportunity. "Blood isn't always thicker than water, Mrs. Morgan. I wish I had a mother like you."

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, thrilled, met her boyfriend Jake and brother Billy to discuss the plan. "She's going to transfer her property to me. We just need to play this smart."

Jake, impatient for money, was skeptical. "How long until she's out of the picture?"

"We won't wait. We'll kick her out once the property is mine," Esther plotted.

They planned to disguise Jake as a lawyer to avoid suspicion from Mrs. Morgan's neighbors. "We must act before she changes her mind or her son interferes," Esther urged.

Billy questioned the plan's viability. "What if she refuses to sign?"

"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 entered Mrs. Morgan's home to execute their plan. "Mrs. Morgan, I've brought Mr. Wright, the lawyer. He's here to help you with the will," Esther announced, ushering Jake forward.

Mrs. Morgan, unaware of their deceit, greeted Jake. "Let's get started, Mr. Wright."

Jake laid out the papers. "Based on our discussion, everything will go to Esther, your caretaker," he said.

"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…" Esther pretended to be the sweetest caretaker, and poor Mrs. Morgan fell for her trap.

But as the older lady prepared to sign, she casually mentioned Pastor Joshua, a well-known figure in town.

"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.

Mrs. Morgan arched her brows. "You don't know Pastor Joshua?"

"Yes, yes, I know him. Alright, I'll tell him you said hello. Sign for now!" he said, but Mrs. Morgan refused.

Esther grew frustrated. "Sign, old lady!" she sneered.

Mrs. Morgan, now fearful, realized the truth. "Esther, how could you betray me?"

Billy, growing impatient, brandished a gun. "Enough! Sign it, or it's the end for you!"

At that moment, Nadia, the immigrant maid who worked for a neighbor, emerged from the kitchen with a tray. Shocked, she screamed and dropped the tray, witnessing Mrs. Morgan at gunpoint.

"Sign the papers, lady," Esther demanded as Billy threatened Nadia with a gun.

As Mrs. Morgan signed, Esther struck a blow to Mrs. Morgan's head, rendering her unconscious. As Esther and her gang began to remove Mrs. Morgan's jewelry, Nadia snapped their photo, and then she fled with the signed will.

"Go after her!" Esther ordered Billy.

Present-day…

After learning the whole truth, Emma and her team rushed to Mrs. Morgan's villa, where they found her in the basement, bound and gagged but alive.

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

"Your cat is fine, Mrs. Morgan," Emma reassured her.

Thanks to Emma's work, Jake and Esther were arrested soon.

Joseph, after learning what had happened with his elderly mother, flew over to Mrs. Morgan. A touching family reunion followed, with Brad, Mrs. Morgan's grandson, embracing his grandmother.

A week later, Mrs. Morgan left her home to live with Joseph in Florida. Before leaving, she gave Nadia a gift box.

Nadia opened it to find a check for $50,000 and a heartfelt note from Mrs. Morgan, expressing her gratitude and wishing Nadia a warm Christmas.

Nadia tearfully watched Mrs. Morgan leave for her new life, touched by her generosity.

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