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Interpellation à l’Aéroport International du Cap-Haïtien du policier Cleevens Degazon alias “My man”, connu comme bras droit du chef de gang Krisla.

Ce dimanche 01 octobre 2023, le détachement du BLTS/DCPJ, à l’Aéroport International du Cap-Haïtien (AICH) suite à des informations reçues d’une source confidentielle, a procédé à l’interpellation du Policier Cleevens DEGAZON alias “My Man”, né le 05 juillet 1986 à Port-au-Prince. Il était enregistré sur un vol de la compagnie Sunrise airways à destination de Miami dans le cadre du Programme…

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What's going on? ¦¦ Kris & Isla

Isla sighed, putting her phone down and wiping her face with yet another tissue. She'd been crying all morning, glad Amber was out for once. She got up and washed her face, the day-old mascara had run down her face, and she knew she looked like crap. Deciding to wear her comfiest cold-weather outfit, she changed quickly, applying her makeup once again, she checked herself out. The jeans were fitting a little looser and she smiled, finally getting rid of what she considered a pouch, a small bit of fat on her stomach. Giving herself a once over, she picked up her purse and phone. When she did, she saw the small bag of pills, the ones the girls had given her a few nights before. Shrugging, she took one, knowing it might be better to be numb during the conversation that was about to happen. Isla left the dorm, arriving at the coffee shop about 10 minutes later. She had walked of course, not trusting herself to drive, and it was close enough to the dorms, she didn't really need a car. Placing her order, she waited for it to be made and then sat down, waiting for Kris to show up.

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Home Sweet Home ¦¦ Kris & Isla ¦¦ Future Week

Isla had been so glad to get off the plane, not just because it meant she was home; she’d been sick almost the entire flight, enough so that a flight attendant had asked numerous times if she was alright. She was fine; she’d always been a slightly nervous flyer and neither Amber or Kris were on this flight to soothe her. The first thing she did was let Kris know she was home, elated when he offered to come pick her up; she wanted to sleep for a few hours before the show that night, and she was sure a taxi driver wouldn’t be too thrilled at her falling asleep in the car. Getting her suitcase out of baggage claim after going through all sorts of security, she headed toward the exit, feeling her stomach upset once more. Changing course toward the bathroom, she smiled a bit; she couldn’t wait to tell her boyfriend all about what had happened in the few days since she’d seen him last.