Chapter twenty-two: The Identity. Police Commissioner Reynold was surprised to see him and before he could say a word, Mike vanished. “Everyone stop! I said stop!” police commissioner Reynold shouted and there was silence in the cafe. “What is the problem, Sir,” one of the policemen asked. He was surprised to see the commissioner shout like that. “What is the problem? You just asked me that question (he walked to the officer and looked him straight in the eye) didn't you see him?” police commissioner Reynold asked, his eyes looking around, checking if he could spot Mike among the crowd in the cafe but he couldn't. “Sir, I don't know what you are talking about, did I see who?” the police officer asked, still confused. The waiter called out Reynold's order. The police commissioner was still in shock over what just happened. Police Commissioner Reynold snatched his coffee off the hands of the waiter dashed into the crowd that was in the cafe and looked around. “Where is he? Polic

Chapter twenty -four: what next? “Brilliant! That is brilliant!” billionaire Andrew said. He dropped his cigar on the floor. “Yes it is,” police commissioner Reynold said. Reynold was still feeling restless and worried, very worried. “So why did you look so worried, you supposed to be happy, now we can end this madness,” billionaire Andrew said. He sipped his whiskey that was on the table. “I am worried because there is a problem,” police commissioner Reynold said. He was still looking worried and restless. “What is the problem? What is that problem that money and my influence can not solve,” billionaire Andrew said. He was boastful about his status in the city and government. “The problem is that he has videotape of Me confessing everything, we have done,” police commissioner Reynold said. He told billionaire Andrew why he was worried and restless. Billionaire Andrew looked at him sipped his whiskey and laughed. Police Commissioner Reynold was confused because this was a serio

Chapter twenty-six: The Assistance. “Thank you but you can help me by telling me the name of the suspect,” Officer Joe said. He looked at the police commissioner Reynold, waiting for the answer, which he had been hungry for a long time. Police Commissioner Reynold looked at him he analyzed something in his head and replied “I don't know his name because he did not tell me his name but all I know is that he, the suspect in question, is average in height and a bit muscular,”. The police commissioner described. The officer was not satisfied with the information but he acted as if he was satisfied with the information. “Okay, thank you for the information, I will work with this information, thank you once more,”. Officer Joe bowed showing false gratitude. “Okay, that is what I have and I will let you know if I have more information (he will never call him back and Joe knows that) thank you,” police commissioner Reynold said. He looked at Officer Joe and studied his body language to ch

Chapter twenty-eight: The Preparation. Officer Joe sat on the desk staring at his clue board, trying to crack down on this case. An idea came to his mind. Officer Joe quickly stood up from the desk he drew out the drawer that was attached to his desk and brought out a piece of paper. He looked at the pinned sketch on the wall and started drawing something, he kept looking at the sketch drawing and kept on drawing. When he finished drawing he raised his piece of art and took a look at it and he said “Perfect,”. Meanwhile, Mike and his best friend, Manson were at a restaurant, downtown having lunch and enjoying their afternoon but Mike was plotting something in his head. “Oh, my gosh, this chicken, is so spicy. You know I am a good cook but I need to tell you the truth, I can't make something spicy like this,” Manson said. Manson dropped the spicy chicken wing on the plate and he licked his fingers. “Yeah, I know,” Mike replied. Make took a bite of the chicken and licked his fin

Chapter Thirty: The Expectations “Okay, but she couldn't make it, someone else will come,” Jane said. Jane started smiling and he decided to move away.“Wait, who is the someone else?” billionaire Andrew asked. “Just no one, it is not necessary, see you later!” Jane said. Jane walked away continuing her journey to the pool that morning. Billionaire Andrew adjusted his glasses and smiled, he then turned to Mr. Paul, his special accountant, and said “Don't mind her, it is how young ladies behave, always joking, isn't it?”. Billionaire Andrew asked Mr. Paula. “Yes Sir, it is,” Mr. Paul replied with a smile on his face. “Okay, that being said, let's continue our business, shall we?” billionaire Andrew asked. “Yes Sir, we shall,” Mr. Paul replied. Billionaire Andrew and Mr. Paul walked towards the parlor. “Okay, so where was I?” billionaire Andrew asked. Billionaire Andrew gave a sign to his butler who was close by to get him his whiskey. “Sir, you were asking about your foreign il