Coming out of prison, Paul knew that many inmates who got out before him had him on their radar.He wasn't naive. Many terrible things had happened in prison, and he just knew that, one way or the other—licensed or not—he had to keep a gun close to him. Just in case.It was no longer about trust. It was survival.“Yes!” He smirked to himself, almost as if affirming the madness building inside him.“How dare you think I will pay you a whole 50k? Do you know how much I need this money?” Paul snapped, raising the pistol, his finger crawling toward the trigger.He hadn’t pressed it yet, but he had already placed his finger gently on it.Delilah’s eyes became reddish with fear. She knew Paul’s history—everyone did. She knew he was an ex-convict. However, she didn’t expect him to turn on her like this, especially not today. Not after everything.“Walk to the bed,” Paul commanded immediately, voice steady but cold.His eyes had changed. There wasn’t even a shadow left of the man Delilah used

Justice Alaric Vennor was a chief Judge in the supreme court of Velmoria since the past twenty years. A well respected figure in the society who was known for his incorruptible ways.Over the years, many corrupt politicians have come to him in the past to help them alter one or two things, but being the man he was, he always declined.This consistency in character had built him a reputation. So naturally, seeing that there was no way Judge Alaric could help them impeach Morries was the reason Victor went this far in the first place.On this particular evening, Alaric was staying late at his office. He was going through a case file of one of the criminals whose case was presented to him.He was to judge the supposed criminal by the following week. As a man of principle, he always believed in understanding a case beyond the arguments presented in court. Thus, he wanted to understand everything about the criminal aside from what the lawyers might say in the court about him.He fixed his

“Hey!” Grayson voiced on his phone as soon as he got back into his car. He had the pictures of Delilah and Paul right in his hands, and he knew just whom to contact to help him dig up information about these two.Without wasting time, he scrolled through his phone and tapped on a familiar contact.“Hello, Senator Grayson,” Private Investigator Lawson said on the phone as soon as he picked the call.Without any greeting, Grayson dove in. “I have a task for you to do for me, Lawson. Are you in?”Lawson was a private investigator who had worked for Grayson numerous times. Most of the time, Grayson slept with a lady, and if the lady started causing trouble or pretending to be a highly reputable person in society, Grayson always contacted Lawson to run some background checks.Lawson sighed on the other end. “Is it the usual, sir? Let me have the picture.”“No, not the usual, Lawson. This one’s different. Something’s off here. I’ll be sending the pictures to you via your mail right away. Pl

Snowman had been working for the government for years as an undercover agent. Though when he first started, he was a private investigator, offering his services to people who could afford him. But now, given how exceptional he was at his job, he had been contracted by the government and had continued working for them ever since.He received the latest assignment—photos of the individuals he was meant to investigate. As he glanced at the images, he turned toward his superior.“Is that all, sir?” he asked calmly.“Yes. That’s all for now,” Morries answered.Snowman smiled faintly. This was going to be an easy job for him. At most, ten minutes and he’d be done. That was all he needed.Upon returning to his office, he opened his laptop and swiftly accessed a secret website. This was not just any website—it was a dark web platform no one knew existed. In fact, Snowman was its creator. He had built it entirely by himself with one goal in mind: to make his investigative work much more effici

Snowman bowed to Morries. He stood at the front of his desk and narrated everything he witnessed to Morries with careful attention to detail. Morries raised his brow. This was more serious than he had initially thought. He flicked his eyes to the side, his mind beginning to calculate the possibilities. “What should we do now?” he asked, already suspecting the answer. Morries knew Snowman was an expert at his job. Only he would know what the next course of action should be. If the ex-convict had escaped from his home, it only meant one thing—he was planning to leave the country. Not just that, he was trying to avoid being caught by the federal authorities once again.“I need you to grant me the permission to arrest him and send him back to jail if we find out that he’s done something terrible, sir,” Snowman said firmly, his tone unwavering. Morries let his hands rest on his jaws in deep thought. He knew Snowman was right. An ex-convict who had suddenly taken off, stapling his identit