There was a silence in the air as Brett finished his story.
Detective Watson did the only thing that he could do. He walked over to Brett Summers and arrested him. “Brett Summers, you're under arrest. We'll send men to rescue your son as soon as you tell us where your boss is keeping him.”
Watson cuffed Brett's hands. He then gave Marlowe a glare. “I should arrest you too, Marlowe.”
Marlowe glared back with his fists clenched, “If you had let him talk to me alone in the first place, this wouldn't have happened, 'Detective'.”
The two men glared at each other for what seemed like ages. Finally, Watson walked towards the door with Brett Summers in tow. “Are you coming, Sheryl?”
Sheryl shook her head, “No, I'll stay here. My role in this case is over.”
“Alright then, thank you for your help on this one, Sheryl... and Marlowe.”
And with that, Detective Watson left with Brett Summers.