A scream pierced the air, dangerously close to where Tyler was. His instincts kicked in and he jumped up, his eyes darting around crazily in search of his life.Remembering that she was in room 110, he changed course, practically running to her room. “Where is she? Where's Katerina?” He yelled, about to rush into the room.He could see Katerina struggling on the bed and about three nurses overshadowing her. One stabbed her in the arm with an injection and she reacted, practically bowing off the bed.Before he could rush to her rescue, two heavily built men stopped him, pushing him away.His jaw set incensed that they would try to stop him from going to her. “What the hell? Let me pass!”A doctor draped in a white lab coat stepped forward. “Mr Redwood…is it? May I talk to you for a moment?”Tyler ignored him, not in the mood to discuss but the guy placed a hand on his chest, firmly but politely pushing him back when he tried to move. “Please…”Tyler stared at the man before grudgingly

Katerina was having the time of her life. Staying at home with a husband who absolutely adores her and a work-free week.Yeah, she told Davis about her unfortunate incident at the parking lot. Of course, he sounded horrified, and the last time she heard he was replacing all the lights around the building and installing the camera. Ooh, there was even a police officer trailing the area.The details of the night were still very much sketchy but ever since she told that Sasha lady that she was attacked, the woman got it into her head to save Katerina from an abusive relationship. Now, the police were involved. They had interviewed her at the hospital and at that time, she was groggy, irritated, and a little high on all the drugs they'd pumped into her system.She'd confessed that there were about three or four guys that night, aside from the one that assaulted her…Mark.A part of her wondered why she was so reluctant to give up that information, apart from the fact that they'd look at

“Hello, I'm here to see Mr Mark Kincaid.” Katerina walked up confidently to the receptionist's table. The plaque in front of her said ‘Tabitha’ and she held up a hand, pointing to the receiver on her left ear.Katerina waited for Tabitha to finish the call she was on, tapping her foot impatiently.“Listen to me sir, I am so sorry that your orders were misplaced but due to our regulations, you'll have to come in and file a complaint. It'll take two weeks and then you can get your orders back.” She was saying to whoever was on the other end of the call, rolling her eyes in exasperation.There was a pause then Tabitha went on with another plea/denial thing she had going on. Katerina turned out not interested in listening to the customers and their complaints.After some odd minute or two, Tabitha hung up the phone sending an apologetic look her way. “I'm very sorry about that ma'am, how can I help you again?”“I'm looking for Mark Kincaid, I need to talk to him,” Katerina repeated.Tabi

“How did they find out so fast?” Tyler asked, leaning over the freshly dug space in which those three men were dug up. Currently, they were being carted off to a police station, where the M.E. would examine the body and point out the cause of death.As if it wasn't already obvious, a shot to the chest killed them all. Unfortunately, the bullets would be traced back to the gun he used to dispatch the men to the great beyond. One good about him though was his quick thinking.That same night, he dispatched the gun into a bay just along the way. Thankfully, Katerina was way out of it too much to remember that pit stop. “I have no idea boss.” Scott stared at the hole with his face squeezed up in annoyance. Not one for words, he looked thoroughly pissed off at the police making this discovery. “Is it possible that one of them had some tracking devices that were still transmitting even after I shot him?” Tyler mused, rubbing his chin as he considered all avenues.Scott shrugged, burying hi

Tyler watched the lady doctor walk away after her little speech, leaving then resigned with the news and little to nil how for the future.He had many questions swiping through his brain that needed answers.Why did she leave the house?According to the reports he'd overheard from one of the spectators that were on scene when it happened, she was driving along Newport Road, which is pretty far away from their home, about four to five miles away.Was there someone she wanted to visit there?Who was the person?Who-His head snapped up, his eyes searching for Skylar, flicking his wrists in a come hither motion. Skylar kicked off from the wall he was leaning against, a respectable distance. “Boss?”“I need your help.” Tyler licked his dry lips. “I need you to help me find the guy who did this to Katerina.”“What? The guy driving the SUV?” “Yes, exactly. Find him, ask him what he knows, and most importantly why he rammed into her car which was on opposite ends of the lane.” He instructed