"So Miss Tyanna, it is only for your own good if you tell us who it is that put you up to do this. It is the only thing that may save you from here, a name"."Well, I do not know his name." She replied, struggling to keep a straight face. Even if she was able to pretend so much, Detective Sniff had not been known to get deceived easily."You work for someone without knowing his name, how dumb do you think the police is?""It is totally possible, detective. Even right now, you have me in custody but you don't know my name".What was she going on about now? The detective wanted to check her name written below the cluster of files before him, but that would only prove her right."Of course, I know your name, woman. And I just said it a few seconds ago so don't be playing games with me, Tyanna".Mark interjected. "Hmm, detective. It is Dianna"."You see", the young lady giggled. "I am not the only one in those shoes"."Well, Diana or Tyanna, the bottomline is you most probably took part i

It was a blustery evening, and the events of the streets of fire had boiled down to the most popular event of Crescent.With the moon taking her place slowly among the entities of the sky, and with her crescent shape in perfect fit with the resplendence of the evening, the cars stood ready in long lines as their engines revved with promise. The noise of the cars was overwhelmed with that of the crowd, as they yelled their favourites riders to victory.A girl strode before the vehicles, holding a little gun in her thin lovely arms. Her red bandeau rhymed with the colour of her hair, and her short skirtie shined perfectly to the lights of the cars, jumping up in response to the blowing wind in a bid to capture the focus of every eye.She walked past the cars, one by one, step by step, with her stylish steps so engrossing and her movement so intriguing that even the battle ready riders could feel her energy. "Ready!" She said, and her voice was daunting enough to fuel the tank in each c

His eyes opened slowly. He could feel a heavy weight still persisting somewhere in his brain, making his head hurt. At the same time, he could feel extreme lightness in his head.He was sitting on a chair, hard and wooden. He could sense the smell of smoke coming all the way from somewhere, and he could hear loud noises ringing in the farthest depths of his brain.Forcing those two eyes open, a familiar figure was right before him in a similar position as his. Strapped to the chair with ropes so thick, and barely unconscious."Jack?" Hermes managed to utter, but the words were too faint to get to the man. He tried to move, but he could feel his hands held in place behind him, tightly bound together by a strong hold.Then the noises came again, this time in the form of a continuous thunderous rumble, rising and lowering with an irregular pattern. Then he knew the noise was not from his head, but from above.He looked up, examining the form of the roof below which they were being held.

So it had been with Rachel all along, this was a suprise to Hermes. One that struck him in his heart as well as shattered his pride. "Your wife, you say. So she knows about the gold too", Swiss said with his eyes wide open as if they were the ones to receive the answer and not his ears."My wife has no idea what the drive contains. I only gave it to her to safe keep it for me." Jack protested, quite aware of Swiss's direction to reasoning. But nothing that he would say could change Swiss's mind about his next point of action."I have always found relationships to be an impossible feat. You know why?" He asked in rhetorics and without waiting for response, he continued. "Because there is always a conflict between the concept of love and the concept of trust. She loves you, so you don't expect that she will check what is in the drive? But you love her too, so why can she not check what you gave to her, why is there a problem with it? Afterall, you have both now become one in the union!

"Oh my God, you freaking cop!" Howard stuttered, aware that he had just led the man before him to the conclusive part of his investigation.The detective chose to smile again, directing the stack of photographs into a little bag that he had with him."Did you just trick me into giving you information? You damned agent of the uniform!""Mr Howard", he said. "As much as I would love to appreciate you for letting the cat out of the bag, I still have to observe that you sound a bit suspicious and unwilling. Why sir? Is it that you do not want this man here to get justice for his killer or were you also a part of this murder?"The reply began with glooming red eyes of anger, followed by a dark version of the thickened voice. "You do not call me a murderer! You do not try to make me a criminal!""Well, that is what I thought", the detective said, drawing out the cold dead body from its chilly abode. "And if that is the case, I am sure you will have no problem telling more about this Hermes"