Investigates

He crept closer to the door, his heart pounding in his chest. He pressed his ear against the cold, hard surface and listened intently.

From inside, he could hear two women's voices, both of them sounding panicked and scared. They were whispering to each other, trying to keep their voices down. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could hear the fear in their voices.

He could also hear a man's voice.

It was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the fearful whispers of the women.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you," the man said. "I know a place where you'll be safe. I can hide you and protect you."

Scott's grip on his gun tightened as he listened to the man's words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Who was this man, why was he breaking the law? Was he one of them?

He peered through the peephole and saw the man standing in the middle of the room, his arms spread wide as if to comfort the women.

They were both black, and their faces were etched with fear. One of them, spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "We are scared that someone will take us as slaves," she said, her eyes darting towards the man as if seeking reassurance.

The man's expression was calm and soothing, but Scott could sense a hint of tension in his voice. "No white man will come here with the gang controlling this area," he said, his words meant to be reassuring, but Scott could sense a note of uncertainty beneath the surface. The women seemed to accept his words, and they nodded slightly, their eyes still wide with fear. "I'm going to help you, but first, I need you to do something for me," the man said, his voice still calm and soothing. He then pulled out his cock, and the women's eyes widened in shock.

The older woman, looked at her companion, a tight teen who seemed to be trembling with fear. But the older woman's expression was resolute, and she gave a slight nod.

"If this is what it takes, so be it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man's face broke into a relieved smile as the two women got down on their knees in front of him. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh as the women began to pleasure him.

But his moment of relief was short-lived as the sound of a door being kicked open echoed through the room.

Scott burst into the room, his gun drawn and aimed at the man. "Freeze! Police!" he shouted, his voice booming through the small apartment. The man's eyes snapped open, and he quickly reached for the gun on the table beside him.

But Scott was faster. He squeezed the trigger of his gun, and a loud bang echoed through the room. The man's body jerked as the bullet hit him, and he collapsed to the floor, his gun clattering to the ground beside him.