The pieces of the puzzles were set. All Detective Jain Reynolds had to do was place them accordingly. Only then would she find the answers she seemed. That was her task as she sat down behind her desk going through the cases one more time. Miss Lopez had opened her eyes a few hours ago. She had shown her a clue she had been missing the whole time. There was a possibility that the killer could also be the person who had poisoned Lana. The cases all seemed connected. So what was missing?That was what Jain was looking at. The first body, Dylan Veeschoris, had been found in the apartment. A gunshot wound to the head and another on the chest. Jain could remember the blood all splattered on the wall which signified that he had died from a gunshot wound to the chest, and the headshot was simply a confirmation from the killer. Tristan had died through the same means—a gunshot wound to the head. It meant that it was one killer. They were the same. And the killer was right-handed. The same

Seth Mannen was in disbelief as he sat before the fireplace recollecting what had just happened. It was confusing at first, but yeah he began to make sense. There were a lot of things Seth didn’t know until tonight. It seemed Carlos had been planning this for a long time. Seth couldn't believe that Carlos had chosen to keep him in the dark for that long. It made him pissed, but there was burning he could do about it. Before him stood Carlos who was making a phone call. Big things were about to happen. Soon, they would get rid of Rylan Daystar, and then he would have his revenge. Not only his revenge but what was rightfully his—half of his properties. Rylan had destroyed the only thing that mattered to him most. And that had been his casino. He had watched Rylan tear it down to pieces like it didn’t mean anything to him. Well, it didn’t because he hadn’t built it from scratch like he had. Seth had watched his casino grow from nothing to the joy of the city. It was incomparable to w

Rylan Daystar had his hands on his head as he sat on the couch. The anxiety that had gripped him was getting more intense. He was also waiting for the feedback from the man he had been talking to on the phone. Without that phone call, there was nothing he could do. All he had to do was wait, but Rylan was against that. A few hours ago, he had been drunk and had thrown a tantrum, making Lana feel bad in the process. They hadn’t spoken since then and it made Rylan uneasy. He wasn’t sure Lana was going to forgive him easily for what he had done to her. Well, he didn’t expect her to. He had yelled at her and had almost molested her if Williams hadn’t stepped in on time. He was grateful for that. If Williams hadn’t arrived on time, Rylan feared he would have her Lana badly. Being sober was a blessing, and Ryan decided to stay that way. No amount of negative emotions would let him overdrink again. The last few days had been terrible for him. He had been scammed a huge sum of money by his

Rylan stepped out of his black Lamborghini. He was standing before a video game store. This was where he was going to meet the man he had been on the phone with earlier this morning. This man had the answers to his questions. It was time he knew everything. The sunset was beautiful and was slowly fading away. Rylan could feel twilight creeping up on the town. He had to hurry before it was too late. Maybe if he got the information on time to Jain, it would make things easier. They could regroup and map out a new plan. Rylan clenched his jaws before stepping into the store. The bell above the door rang and he closed the door behind him. Rylan walked into the store and realized that it was empty. There was no one at the counter either. Was this a trick?Rylan looked at his phone and tried to phone the man, but immediately, a door behind the counter opened and the man stepped out. It was a man in his late forties–a technical engineer. Rylan knew him very well. The man walked slowly t

FOUR HOURS AGO. Miss Lopez watched the video once more to confirm her suspicion, and she could recognize those walking steps anywhere. She had worked in the Los Angeles police department for too long not to be able to recognize those footsteps. They could only belong to one person alone—Detective Stanley Rogers. Her heart was thumping fast as the realization hit her. Why would Stanley do such a thing? Miss Lopez hated the fact that she was right this time. She had some doubts when the first results from the analysis came out saying that the bullet was from a registered gun in this department. Why would Stanley make such an obvious error? Surely he must have known that he would be caught when the bullets were finally analyzed? Miss Lopez didn’t know what to think anymore. She was glad that Jain hadn’t told him about their discovery. He would have killed her too. It was only now that Miss Lopez understood why there were so many closed cases of the Valdez cartel. It had been so su