Michael’s POV I had barely settled in my office when Joy reported that the Forensic Science were done with their testing. The documents now splayed across my desk made me feel nauseous, if the testing results were of any use to me then I might be on my way to rebuilding the Vikings and conquering Pablo. With a motivated sigh, my hands moved and worked on the documents. Pulling them from each other into single units. They had run five tests in total with the blood sample they had managed to collect from the crime scene. I picked them one after another unable to adequately pinpoint what they meant due to the terms used but one thing was clear. At the bottom of the paper, it read; ‘No previous matches.' I was in a daze, I didn’t quite understand what it meant but I hoped it . Just then a knock on the door got me started on my feet. I let the forensic agent in and took my fear eager as ever to hear what he had to say. He was to brief me on the important parts of the document that may

Michael‘s POV It is often believed that coincidence happen but I am not much of a coincidence believer but I accept it now. How else would you explain two situations that have similar characteristics and which are both very essential to one another occurring at the same time to aid the effectiveness of the other. My directly senior detective was a stout man in his late forties who was overly obsessed with his twin daughters, age five and never ceased to inform me about how they enjoyed watching girly cartoons but would always sit patiently as he watched his football match or late night news, how they would crowd the kitchen trying to help their mother do the dishes or help with the cooking. He would constantly fawn over them as ants to a summer meal. He had been in the Investigation Department for half of his life and he was willing than ever to pass on his legacy to me as je claimed to need more free time to spend with his cuties. On arriving on his office, I met him on a video c

Michael’s POV At the rear end of the document was a signed next of kin and it read; Nathan Wellman. My eyes rounded in surprise, was this some kind of trick? Nathan Wellman was a Viking brother, one of the brothers that lived in the villa along with Torrance, Drico and Landon. “I have downloaded it successfully. You should get out of there now.” I couldn’t bring myself to get up instead I kept on staring at the screen. “Mich, are you still there?” “Barb, briefly scan through the document. I think I saw wrong?” “What’s it about” a pause over his end before he replied; “Wow, that’s coming as a shock but we expected something like that, didn’t we?” I gulped my saliva and hurried shut down the page before locking the computer. I picked up the case file I had come with and walked out to the elevator. Was Torrance aware that his brothers disguised their own as dead? Were they really so bitter as to keep their brother a secret while pushing me to find him? My memory was distorted, wer

Michael‘s POV The cruel day had finally come to an end with all its bad and shocking news swept aside in my mind as I relaxed into the fluffy pillow, my back to the soft bed. My meeting with Barb and Ayla was too commence soon and I couldn’t bring myself to get up from my bed and welcome them in. My mood was sour, not necessarily because of the news of Nathan’s collaboration into feigning a death and acting all innocent, instead it was Ayla. Something about her seemed off, other than the fact that she had not the usual enthusiasm she normally did when I talked to her few hours ago. Behind that dull voice, I sensed fear of the unknown and I had not an idea where it originated from. The Ayla I know was strong, brave and courageous, neither wavering nor getting intimidated easily. For her to have such tone; something of serious magnitude had happened and she wasn’t going to tell me. “Miss Ayla is here with Mr Barb sir. They are currently in the living room” a maid said to me, bringing

Michael’s POV “Michael, how is the new office treating you?” A colleague, from my previous division of work, greeted over the counter as I walked in. “It’s really nice over there.” I responded with a smile On getting to my office, I pulled open the blinds and let in the morning air to aerate the stuffy room. I settled into the armchair and unbuttoned my suit, I really need some added strengths for today’s work. The telephone chimed continuously signaling a call; I stretched and picked it up, answering the call. “Junior Detective Hastings” “Here; who is speaking please?” “Senior Detective Walker on the line. I received the case file early this morning and was wondering if you were chanced enough to come up and see me” “Oh, sure. Absolutely, I just got to work. I will make my way up to your office in two minutes” The line cut off and I dropped the receiver back in its place. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Torrance, I had tried his line on my way to work but he had n