Peter had dozed off in the car when his junior stared at him and shook his head. His eyes were twitching as well. The tiring part of being a cop. He yawned.They've been doing this for the past two days and no new thing yet. Staking out at the hotel or anywhere else wasn't fun for any cop. Every cop could attest to that, especially when you're a junior, you don't get to sleep at the slightest chance like your senior."Huh?" He tilted his eyes to the side. There was finally movement."Detective Peter?" He tapped him.Peter lazily opened his eyes, "huh?""They're on the move", he replied."Go. Go," Peter ordered.When the car drove off, they followed closely behind and carefully."The fuck," Peter cussed as they took an alley. It was almost lonely and if they followed, peter knew they would notice they were being followed."Stop," he ordered and his junior hit the brakes.They watched from the distance as they all packed before what seemed like an abandoned warehouse.They were other p

Winston stared at her completely wowed at her narration. Her story does explain his unanswered question. They've tried searching Conrad Johnson up but the name nor face does not exist."So he's neither Matteo nor Jonathan nor Conrad and he didn't come from Neverdale either", Winston chuckled.."The face doesn't match. Isn't registered""Plastic surgery", they both said simultaneously and Winston nodded.How on earth were they supposed to track a guy with no roots, and Diana's narration didn't help so much. Winston needed a bait. Something to drag Conrad in with but it wasn't working. It might have been Deborah, but he can't reach her. Something also doubted his thought. A man like can't Conrad wouldn't care twice if Deborah died."I'm gonna head over to Ms. Harmsworth. See if she can get into his home and get Mrs. Johnson ", Winston said and Diana nodded.He stood ready to leave when he turned to her, "get well soon", he said to her."Thank you", she smiled lightly and he headed for

The man tried consoling his wife. They had taken the corpse in for autopsy. The result was out and this must be the toughest for a cop.Reporting death to the deceased family.Winston walked into the room where they were waiting. The woman nearly pouncing on him, grabbed his shirt as her being shook, "that's not my angel right?" Her eyes were bloodshot.Winston bit his lips."I'm sorry", was all he could mutter.Her wailings filled the entire room, but Winston had one more question to ask. He couldn't definitely ask the mourning wife so he drew her husband aside, presenting a picture of Conrad before his eyes and asking, "do you know him?""No", the man shook his head."Please think well...", Winston urged him. He shouldn't be doing this in this situation but he needed answers. Winston had this hunch that conrad had something to do with the disappearance cases.The man took the phone from his hand, peering deeper into the picture before a 'yes' escaped his lips."I'm barely at home,

"God! I really could use an actual sleep on a real bed", he yawned."We signed up for this anyway", his partner yawned as well.Two juniors had been assigned to stake out at the particular location Carlton had given as a place Conrad would likely visit.They didn't have up to 24hours anymore to save Denzel but they weren't going to just give up. They've come this far and lost a lot. Justice for lives lost and the traumatized parents and friends left behind. More bodies were dug up in the backyards though some were not found yet.Crimson heights were in tears and fear. They would catch him by all means..Winston sat in his office, watching time, hoping for some goodnews. They had 3 hours left. He was literally praying.His phone buzzed with a message."I know what happened to Tania Williams".Winston stared at the phone in his hand. His heart beating fast. Was this a prank?He tried to call the caller but another message came in."21st street..."Winston stared at it. He knew that p