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🕑 Added 2025-06-04 13:07:06 +0000 UTCThe manhunt for the three shooters dragged on for days—and contrary to what the assassins expected, public interest didn’t die down. It exploded.
Instead of fading away, the search intensified. Fueled by outrage and obsession, the internet kept the fire burning. Netizens talked nonstop—friends, families, strangers—everyone seemed to be in on the hunt. It wasn’t just an investigation anymore. It had become a movement.
Soon, a viral trend emerged across Twitter and Vine: “Witness or Suspect.” In these short-form videos, users jokingly identified themselves—or people they knew—as possible suspects or witnesses, complete with mock testimonies. Some were serious, but most were made with tongue firmly in cheek.
Even YouTubers jumped in. Michael Reeves, pale and deadpan as ever, posted:
“I can confirm that I am not one of the shooters, despite the uncanny resemblance in skin tone. If I was, I’d hand myself in for that 100k bounty—because, come on, I need that kind of money for more robot projects.”
He laughed, then added, “I checked my family. They're clear. My friends? I’m still investigating… so if you're one of them, maybe confess to me first.”
JonTron, whose stocky frame vaguely resembled one of the suspects, chimed in with his own:
“Not me. Not anyone in my family. Stop sending me DMs.”
Lilly Singh followed, deadpan as always:
“Nope, not the woman in the video. Also, who runs after a crime in heels? Couldn’t be me.”
The trend went viral. Millions laughed. But underneath the humor, something unexpected happened—the videos spread awareness. People scrutinized the suspects’ builds, gait, and skin tones, comparing them to others for real.
And just like that, Vine, a platform meant for jokes and 15-second chaos, became an unlikely ally in one of the most publicized manhunts in recent memory.
What started as a joke was now spiraling into something serious. The “Witness or Suspect” trend had turned into a digital dragnet. At first, it was all fun and games—people joking about their friends looking like one of the shooters. But then, real leads began to surface.
Some users genuinely believed they had seen the suspects. A few even recorded them from a distance and sent the footage to authorities.
In Richmond, Virginia — a southern state roughly 300 miles from New York — the trend had quietly turned into a goldmine of tips.
They showed three hooded individuals entering and leaving a run-down warehouse. The clips were grainy, shot from afar, but the body types and clothing matched the blurred NYPD photos. Some users posted them online. Others called the local police directly, hoping to claim the $100,000 reward if their hunch was right.
Within hours, law enforcement mobilized. Officers surrounded the warehouse, ready to make an arrest. Guns drawn, they burst in.
“Clear!”
“Second floor, clear!”
“Back lot secure!”
But the place was empty.
“Goddammit,” one officer muttered, kicking over a dented metal chair. “The tips said they were here.”
“We must’ve just missed them,” another replied, frustration heavy in his voice.
“They can’t have gone far,” a third said with determination. “We dispatch teams now. Check highways, bus stops, every gas station within thirty miles.”
“Agreed,” the lead officer nodded. “No rest until we get ‘em.”
~~~
Meanwhile, in a beat-up sedan rattling down a rural road, the three fugitives were anything but calm.
“This is insane,” the stocky man growled, his grip tight on the steering wheel. “We’re running because of a goddamn internet trend.”
“We could’ve laid low,” the pale man muttered from the back seat, eyes scanning the road through the rear window. “But I didn’t expect people to be that obsessed.”
The woman in the passenger seat shook her head. “Forget the trend. We stayed too long. The warehouse was a mistake.”
She paused, then added, “They’re probably tearing it apart right now. We need to get as far from here as possible.”
“Yeah. No more stops. No more resting,” the stocky man said, pressing harder on the gas. “We disappear, or we’re done.”
The second-hand car creaked as it sped into the early morning haze, taillights vanishing down a cracked stretch of highway.
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Back in Los Angeles, Lucas and Jennifer had returned to his villa. The security presence was intense—fifteen highly trained guards now patrolled the perimeter, working closely with his longtime bodyguards, Jack and Simon. With such heavy security, the media could only photograph from afar, unable to get anywhere near the property.
Inside the quiet living room, Lucas poured a cup of tea and handed it to Jennifer. Though she was holding up well, he hadn’t left her side since the incident, constantly offering his quiet support.
“Thanks,” Jennifer said with a small smile, her fingers warming around the mug. The gesture meant more than words—his presence, his calm, helped her feel safe again.
She had her doubts at first. The shooting had shaken her, and her phone had been flooded with texts and calls from her manager, her agency, and even family members—telling her to distance herself from Lucas. “At least until things settle down,” they said.
For a moment, she’d wondered if they were right.
But being with him through all of it, seeing how he handled the pressure, how he protected her—those doubts had vanished. If anything, she now felt more certain than ever.
Lucas sat across from her, hesitating before speaking. “I’ve been thinking...” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe it’d be smarter if you stayed away from me for a while—just until we figure out who’s behind this.”
“No.” Jennifer cut him off firmly, her voice steady. There was no hesitation in her eyes—just resolve.
Lucas blinked, then raised his hands in surrender with a sheepish laugh. “Okay, okay. I was just putting it out there.”
She reached across the table and took his hand. “Lucas, we’ve already talked about this. I’m not leaving. Especially not now.”
Lucas looked at her, touched by the conviction in her voice. He gave her a soft smile. “Thank you,” he murmured.
They didn’t say much after that—but they didn’t need to. In that silence, there was understanding. They were in this together.
“Now tell me…” Jennifer narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone playful but sharp. “Was it my manager or my family who put that idea in your head? Telling you to suggest I stay away from you?”
Lucas hesitated, then finally looked away with a sigh. “They’re just worried. That’s all.”
“I knew it.” Jennifer rolled her eyes and shook her head, exhaling. “Of course they are.”
Trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, Lucas cleared his throat. “Anyway, I got a call from the NYPD. They said they’ve got leads on the three shooters.”
“Really!?” Jennifer perked up immediately, her eyes lighting with a mix of hope and relief.
Lucas nodded. “Yeah. They were reportedly spotted in Richmond, Virginia.”
“Richmond?” she repeated, surprised. “Wow… from New York to there? They probably took a train—it’s only a few hours.”
“Most likely,” Lucas agreed.
Just then, Simon stepped into the room and leaned in to whisper something into Lucas’s ear.
Lucas nodded and said, “Let her in.”
Simon gave a curt nod and exited.
Jennifer glanced at him, curious. “Who is it?”
Lucas gave a small smile. “Emma. Her team reached out—they’re at the gate now. She wants to visit.”
“Emma?” Jennifer blinked, genuinely surprised. “She actually wants to come here? Right now?”
Lucas chuckled. “Yeah, I was a little surprised too. But I think it’s about the Oscars. We’re supposed to attend together for La La Land, remember? She’s nominated for Best Actress, I’m up for Best Actor.”
Jennifer leaned back with a nod, processing it. “Makes sense. Still… brave of her, coming here.”
“She’s tougher than she looks,” Lucas said with a grin.
A moment later, the door to the living room opened, and Emma stepped in with a soft smile. “Hey, guys.”
Lucas and Jennifer stood to greet her, sharing a quick hug.
After the brief welcome, Emma settled onto the sofa and looked at them with genuine concern. “I heard what happened… It’s been rough for you two. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Lucas said with a wry chuckle. “It’s not like you’re the one who pulled the trigger.”
Jennifer gave him a light nudge. “Not the time for dark humor.”
Emma smiled gently. “Well, it’s good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. Honestly, I’m just glad you’re both okay.”
Jennifer glanced at her curiously. “I’m surprised your manager let you come visit. Aren’t they worried too?”
Emma let out a short laugh. “They practically begged me not to. Said I should steer clear until everything dies down. But I couldn’t. I’ve been thinking about you both nonstop—I had to check in.”
Jennifer and Lucas exchanged a small look, touched.
“Anyway,” Emma continued, shifting the mood slightly, “the Oscars are just around the corner…” She turned to Lucas. “I figured you probably wouldn’t be attending, so… if you want, I can accept the award for you—if you win, of course.”
Lucas shook his head. “No need. I’m going.”
That made both Jennifer and Emma blink in surprise.
“Wait—seriously?” Emma leaned forward, eyeing him carefully. “You’re not joking?”
“Lucas…” Jennifer said softly, worry creeping into her voice. “Should you really go? Neil already told you it’s okay to skip it. Someone else can accept it for you—”
“But that’s exactly what they’d want,” Lucas cut in, voice firm. “Whoever’s behind this… even if they failed, maybe their goal wasn’t just to kill me. Maybe they wanted to make me afraid. To lock me in a room, make me a prisoner in my own life.”
Emma and Jennifer stared at him, taken aback.
Lucas’s eyes glinted with resolve. “I’m not going to give them that satisfaction. That’s why I need to go. It’s not about the award—it’s about standing up. Showing I’m not afraid. That I won’t be silenced.”
His hands curled into fists, jaw tight. Inside, a thought echoed: ‘And if I do win… that Oscar speech will be my message to whoever’s watching. I’m not backing down.’
Comments
Matt
Lily Singh couldn’t be the crime committer because they were successful and she’s so Indian she would’ve shit in the street as a win move
Tyler Karp
Thank you for the chapter
Benoit Valtin
❤️Merci pour le chapitre. ❤️ 20/20 Because he doesn't plan on staying cooped up at home for a good reason. I can't wait to read his speech, it's going to be epic.
