Detective Tom's hands flipped the pages faster. The next information displayed Hawk's personal life. It stated that he was divorced but had a child. Where is the child now? It also mentioned that he has a mother. Is his mother still alive? The remaining information was also useless to the detective because it only contained analysis about Hawk's job. Detective Tom closed the file when he reached the last page. He realized two things. There was not a single picture of Hawk in the file. There wasn't any personal, valid information about his address in the file. Did James not request for these two vital information when the file was being prepared? Besides, the file gave off the impression of Hawk having a good office relationship with his colleagues and his boss... Why then was he detained? Why did a large load of criminal records spring up on him all of a sudden? Detective Tom looked at the file in his hand. The file has caused him to reason if those criminal records of Hawk that w

Detective Tom looked at Leo like he had grown double heads. "What the f* Are you saying?" He asked incredulously. "It's her right. She has to know." "But her mental state isn't really strong right now to handle all this!" Leo snapped irritably. "You know... The Heaven I used to know before all this was so tough, haughty, bratty and spoiled." Detective Tom kept quiet. "Then what happened? You guys should have left her at the hospital. The doctor mentioned it but you all were so adamant to get her out of there." Leo brushed his hair with his fingers. "That place isn't safe for her. In Fact, nowhere is safe for her. I allowed her to go out for just a few hours today and she was attacked. Almost abducted." "Attacked? Today?," Detective Tom inquired. His demeanor turned serious. "We really have to act fast. The murderer won't stop till he or she gets whatever they want." Leo's eyes snapped open. "You also think there's something this murderer wants right!?" He sounded relieved.

"You know too much," Hawk uttered those familiar words again. The next sound that resounded in the room was someone cocking a gun. The hoodlum fell face flat and pleaded for mercy,"One more chance boss. I've pledged my loyalty to you since you found me. I'll never rattle you out." Hawk pointed the gun at him and shot it. The hoodlum gasped in pain. In that dire minute, he turned and lifted his face with great difficulty. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the clear image of the man in front of him. Hawk gave a crooked smile and fired the gun several times till the guard's eyes rolled backwards. During the hoodlum's last minute of consciousness, he couldn't help but think— no wonder... Even though they had been working with Hawk for years, none of them had even seen his real face. No wonder, when they'd come to visit him every single time, it was always in the dark. No wonder, despite his horrible escapades, he manages to escape the cops every single time... It's becaus

Even though he was intrigued to ask, he didn't say anything. He simply gave detective Tom an observant look as the latter brought out a notepad to jot down some things. "Well, I remember the janitor has worked here for almost a decade. When the late chairman mentioned to get him an assistant to take some load off his shoulder, he refused. I thought it was strange then. The man was clearly old but he didn't want to resign nor did he want an assistant," He started. Detective Tom nodded to show he was listening and penned down some words on the notepad. "His name was John... What was his last name again?," Jake raked his hair trying to remember while detective Tom gave him an expectant look. He suddenly remembered and blurted out,"Yes. His name was John Heinrich. But most employees call him old John." The pen in detective Tom's hands shook. For f* sake!? Another Heinrich? First, it was Hawk Heinrich and now John Heinrich? Why did the chairman get so tangled with people bea

'Q, are you challenging me to solve the case before you do? I'm really curious about your boss— and the Hawaii trip too. I used to wonder how you managed to survive traveling with your lazy trait. Seems like I was wrong,' Joe's response. 'Officer, why do I feel like you are being garrulous tonight? Besides, won't it be a slap in your face if I were to solve the case before you.' Joe could imagine Q's bored face as he sent this message. He hurriedly replied,'It's the nature of a cop to be curious. The chief would be glad to have you back in the team. Why don't you think about it?' Q didn't reply to this message for a few minutes. Joe shook his head and made a clicking sound with his tongue. Seems like he touched Q's sore spot. No one knew why the brat quitted the police force those years when he was clearly so good at it even though he was so young. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned it. Joe checked his phone one last time. The message displayed was read by the recipient but ther