“ I have something for you, Master Rylan,” Williams said, coming into the room. They were in his study room. A place he rarely came to. Why? He never had time to settle down and read, but now there were extra people in the house, this was the only place to hear private conversations. Rylan who was busy on his MacBook lifted his face to meet Williams who was standing before his desk now. “What is it, Williams?” He asked. Williams pulled a file and a voice recorder from behind him and placed it on the table. Rylan looked at them in confusion. They didn’t seem to correlate with each other. Rylan pushed the MacBook aside and drew the file closer to him. “What is this?” He questioned. “It’s news about your parents, sir.”Rylan’s eyes lit up in surprise as he heard that. His parents? He had been looking for them ever since Arlene had told him the truth but had found nothing. There was no evidence that they were still alive. The only files he found were the ones from college and they w

Rylan Daystar was surprised when he heard that certain Carlos Borges was outside waiting to see him. It wasn’t something that just happened. He had heard of Carlos and his involvement with the Valdez cartel, but that had been a long time ago. Carlos had broken off from the cartel but that didn’t stop him from going on a rampage on his own. Carlos had terrorized the city of San Diego which event prompted Ernesto Valdez to withdraw most of his troops there. Carlos had taken over the streets of San Diego and even the cops didn’t know about it. Rylan opened his door and stepped out of his office. He found Carlos Borges talking to his secretary in a flirtatious manner. Carlos was dressed in a black Italian suit which was almost similar to the one that Rylan was wearing now. He hated the fact that his style was being copied. Rylan, now in his white undershirt, folded his arms and watched his secretary, who didn’t seem to notice his presence. “Mr. Borges,” he called a few moments later. H

Detective Jain Reynolds could feel her head spinning as she heard the news. It couldn’t be true. At least that was what she was hoping. She heard that Carlos Borges was back in time. She was familiar with that name all too well. Carlos Borges was part of the Valdez cartel back in San Diego. That was when she had been in San Diego County and served as an officer. There was too much blood in her past whenever she recalled that name. Ernesto Valdez wasn’t the only mastermind behind the Valdez cartel. He had been working hand in hand with Carlos who was the most nefarious of them both. Carlos Borges was brutal and notorious for being involved in gang activity even in drug trafficking cases. Unfortunately for her, she was never able to bring him to Justice. Just like Ernesto, Carlos always found a way to get out of trouble. It was sickening, but she couldn’t just arrest him without a warrant. Her hands were tied when she watched the cartel kill Tim and her daughter, Hope. She had spent th

Tristan Monreal poured some coffee into his mug and sighed. It was going to be another late night. He had just returned home from work and was exhausted, but he still had something to fix. It was Rylan’s video. When he had first seen Rylan at his doorstep, he had felt that Rylan was going to convince him to come and work for him again. Tristan was tired of that. He wasn’t sure he was going to work under somebody. He was successful and established. What more did he need?Tristan took a sip of his mug and stretched his limbs backward. His Harry Potter glasses were about to fall off from his nose bridge and he used his index finger to push it back to place. Tristan walked out of the kitchen and headed towards his digital room. He was thinking of calling that his bedroom because that was where he had been sleeping for the past week. It was exhausting, but a promise was a promise. The picture was hard to understand. He wondered where Rylan had gotten the video from. Another reason he didn

“Seems you like it here, Detective,” Stanley said as she arrived at the car. Jain shoved her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket and chuckled as she arrived at the car. “I don’t trust Tristan. I think he’s lying,” she said as she got into the car. Stanley stepped in and found her wearing her seatbelt. “What makes you say that?” He asked. Jain sighed and ignited her sedan. Jain reversed out of the parking lot and turned to him. “I think he knows who the murderer is,” Jain said. She turned to Stanley who had his brows furrowed as he thought about it. “What’s on your mind?” Jain asked. “I think you’re right, Jain. Maybe we should go back and interrogate him?”Jain shook her head. “There’s no need for that. We already got what we needed,” she said. “We have the evidence and we will run the analysis at the lab. We will fix the video ourselves and find out who did this.”Stanley raised an eyebrow at that. “Do you know anybody in our team who can fix this video?” Jain shru