That afternoon, the air was moist but that did nothing to subdue the heat of the July sun. Jeremy was folded in his backseat on his porch. He could not get himself out of the car and into.his house, his mind was racing, he had to think and he just couldn't, not after his talk with Joseph. Jeremy blamed himself, he'd known that meeting with the man would ruin his evening even more than it had already been ruined but he decided to take his chances, and it turned out he'd been right. Mercury Healer was Jeremy's sweat and blood; he knew he could never get someone as corrupt as Joseph to smell the corridors of power there, much less become a partner, not while he was alive. Although he knew that the man's demands were irrational and straight-out foolish, he also knew how persistent a man like that could be, especially when he thought that he had a bargaining chip and in this case, he did have a solid one. Deciding it was high time to call Abraham Brown, Jeremy pulled his phone out o
Jeremy smirked as he saw the horror on the man's face. Joseph was shocked and he couldn't hide it. His hands trembled as he gazed into the face of the one person he never wanted to see again, a can of worms he wasn't eager to open. "You...how... how did you find this?" He stammered and all Jeremy did was smile. "You aren't the only one with informants in the city, Joseph, I'm sure with this, you will have a rethink about a deal with the Mercury Healer." He said. Joseph nodded eagerly, his hands going over the surroundings as if he expected someone to pop out and see the evidence before him. Folding the documents, he shoved them in his pocket and said, "Listen, I know I got greedy but... I need some money badly, I'm losing my home and I haven't been getting enough cases from the Sinclair firm to pay my bills. I'm sorry, I had to drag you into a deep pit." The man explained, his tone pleading. "But listen, the deal is off, okay, you can keep all the money and I'm not interested in
Coat in hand and reaching for the car keys, Jeremy was ready to follow the lead that his investigator had just sent to him. It was a surprise that the third partner was in South Dakota, he could have sworn that he'd combed the town thoroughly for anyone who was related to his case before he arrived in California to establish the Mercury Healer.As he stepped out into the air, he could feel the wet wind on his face, a promise of rainfall. He felt renewed, he felt like he'd once again discovered his purpose. Jeremy got into his car, the only luggage he could boast of was a box of cufflinks and his cellphone, he wanted to make a trip. As he bailed a taxi to the airport, he could feel anxiety eating at his guts. Was this just another dead end? Was he going to hit yet another brick wall like the other cases? What could he possibly do if this was another failed chase? Jeremy hoped badly that this would be different from the ill luck she had gotten from Sinclair's case. As they drove ou
The plane touched down in South Dakota in a few hours, already, the media was buzzing with news of a strange man who had taken over a flight at such short notice. Jeremy knew that he'd shamed Rebecca and put her in her place, but she wasn't his priority, he wanted to meet Fred at once. From the airport, he was waiting for a cab to go to the location, he didn't want anyone to drive him and he didn't want to be followed, he had a lot of questions to ask and he wanted to be alone with him. As he was standing by the sidewalk, his phone beeped and he looked at the screen, a picture had just been sent to him. The man in the picture had to be shorter than 5'8, he had scruffy beards and his eyes were hidden behind large dark frames. He was seated on a bar stool, nursing a bottle of drink and he had been very unaware of that shot. As Jeremy was wondering how long ago the picture had been taken, his phone vibrated and he took it out of his pocket. "Hello, I'm heading to the location now." H
Fred was too shocked to speak for the next few seconds, he looked at the photograph and back to Jeremy more than twice and then he pulled off his reading glasses. Jeremy could not quite say that the man before him was old. His features were pretty youthful. His hair was full and his beard was still healthy although a little overgrown. His steps were agile apart from the limp in his right leg when he walked and his voice was not thin or frail. It was obvious that although the man was older, he had lived a pretty active life that made him look so agile and healthy. Jeremy had an idea that it hadn't been so from the start. In the photograph he had, Fred had looked much larger, his jaw fuller and his size almost twice what he saw, one reason he'd been surprised at the picture that he'd received from his investigator. "Where did you get this photograph from?" Fred asked, stunned. "I found it amidst my father's belongings, and many more pictures from his work." He replied. Fred looked
The old man looked at him like he'd lost his mind. And maybe he had, but Jeremy did not care, he wanted answers, and he did not find the length he had to get to to find those answers. Outside the small cottage, he looked back at the man. He could see the sadness in his eyes, the bitterness, the hate, and the pain. He almost did not want to believe that his search for the inheritance had left him so broken. "Why can't you have your family back? Are they still in danger? Do you still believe you're in danger?" He asked. Fred modded, "I don't think, Jeremy, I know that they still have their eyes on me, I have to be careful, I have to watch my steps or I'll make one wrong move and they'll come for me again," he said with a dejected look, "Coming here to find me was a bad idea." He said. "Then come with me back to California, I know I can make sure you're safe there." Jeremy offered. Fred shook his head, "No, this isn't a battle, I'll fight it to the end." He decided firmly. "What
The secretary looked at him with wide eyes, he could overhear the man on the other end of the call and he was curious. "What is going on, Sir?" The young man asked. Jeremy hissed as the phone disconnected, and the caller hung up. "You have no idea who sent these letters?" He asked, his tone icy. If there was one thing that Jeremy disliked, it was being baited, it was being drawn out and made to feel like prey, he did not come from a family of prey. The young secretary shook his head, "I don't know who sent it, a delivery was made early in the morning, the box was addressed to your name." He said and gestured to the envelopes that had his name boldly written on them. "How many of these have you gotten?" He asked, the secretary rummaged through his suitcase and finally sighed, he retrieved his diary and looked at it, "There's been a delivery of thirteen packages sir, but the letters are just six, and since you haven't been available to take them, I decided to take it home to you
Jeremy could hear the fear in the driver's voice. "We're being ambushed!" He yelled and reached out to grab his phone and call the cops. But immediately, the driver's door was opened from outside and he was roughly drawn out. "Please!" He yelled as he was thrown to the bonnet of the car and told to remain there."We want nothing to do with you, we don't want to hurt you at all, but that depends on you. Now take your car and get out of here." One of the masked men ordered. The driver nodded frantically, he was short of breath and literally gasping. "Please...don't hurt us, I'm sure you have the wrong man, just let us__" he stammered but the masked man cut him in before he could complete that statement. "I don't quite think you heard me, there is no 'us' in this, man." He said and went to the driver's seat where Jeremy was still seated and led him out, taking him to the side of the vehicle and having two men hold him in place. Jeremy did not struggle, he had a fair idea what the en
The room was as brooding and intimidating as the men who sat in it. It was so large that the walls could almost not be seen from the entrance. The cold air blasted from the air conditioning unit and there was no single furniture in the room except the mahogany table and six chairs that surrounded it. It was Jeremy's first time appearing before the council and he was dressed for the occasion. His white suit was immaculate and he'd had his show made the previous day. He was dressed like the heir he was as he stepped into the room. Sinclair smiled at him from across the room where he sat with the rest of the council but the smile was so slight that someone else couldn't have noticed it.Jeremy wasn't the only one standing before the council. Gilbert was likewise dressed in a white suit - making Jeremy regret picking the color - and his mother, Hilda was dressed in a tight purple dress that hugged her bodice like a second skin and extended to the floor like a wide wave, covering most of
Jeremy was shaking on the spot as he stared at the face of lord Kingston. He'd seen the man only a few times in real life as a child. When his father had taken him to meet with him once and a while. His memories were a little shaky but he knew that the lord was a handsome man who was aging finely. But even if he had never seen the lord before, he would still be able to recognize him. Right there on the makeshift hospital bed was lord Kingston with tubes sticking out of him in all the wrong places. His face was peacefully calm and his nod remained still on the bed. After the first shock wore off, Jeremy became alert again and quickly rushed to check his vitals. Even without grabbing his wrist, he could tell that the lord was still alive because the heart monitor on the wall was still ticking strongly. Jeremy however still checked his pulse and heartbeat manually, just in case the monitor was faulty. He looked around the room and could see different cabinets and drawers, they were al
The next day, Jeremy arrived at a tool shop very early in the morning, he was dressed in a form-fitting spandex and a pair of sunglasses, his feet tucked into a sturdy boot and his fingers gloved. "I'll have a chisel, a hammer, and a six-meter rope," he said to the girl at the counter who looked at him skeptically. "Are you working on something?" She asked and swallowed nervously. "You could say that," he replied and he could see the girl's eyes widen. "Don't worry, I'm not a psychopath," he said and she sighed but then he added, "I think," as he swiped his card, paid for everything he'd just bought, and backed it into his trunk. He was driving a nude-colored truck with tires larger than the regular, his backseat was filled with everything he needed to take down a door and even a wall if he needed to.Jeremy had spent the past night trying to make sense of what he had just seen the previous evening. It shouldn't have been anything worthy of note that Eugene went to the drug store a
The sound of the rain falling on the roof of his car sort of calmed him. Jeremy sighed as he cuddled a hot styrofoam cup of coffee on his lap and listened to the weather report on the radio. It was morning and the weather had surprised him as it did everyone else in the city. The day had started pretty sunny and then the clouds were out and soon, it was raining cats and dogs. "Climate change," Jeremy muttered as he listened to the reporter go on and on about the unpredictable state of the weather for the past few days. But if Jeremy was to be entirely honest, he'd seen a few clouds gathering the previous evening and it was a little chill too. Turning down the volume of the radio, he pulled on his raincoat from the backseat over himself and grabbed a towel from the glove compartment. He didn't have an umbrella on him because he wasn't exactly expecting the downpour. Opening the door, Jeremy raced to the porch of the restaurant and huddled with the crowd there. His eyes scanned throu
Hilda wasn't going to take chances with the new lady in town talking about Kingston like she knew him more than anyone else. Despite Gilbert and Eugene's warnings, she decided to take that risk and try to meet up with Cynthia once again. At first, Cynthia blatantly refused but after a second phone call and agreeing to go over to the spa again, she finally gave in. Hilda had to shift grounds and agree to meet in public since Cynthia was skeptical about coming to the estate. Dressed in a pair of black trousers and a chiffon top, Hilda moved into the spa and took a seat closest to the pool. It was a different crowd from the one she'd seen the last time at the spat. But they were very similar in many ways, rich, uppity, and lazy women who knew nothing about making a penny but a lot about how to spend it. Hilda could not help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over her as she waited in the spa. Cynthia using the place twice in a row was a sign that she visited there often. It was not a c
The three men looked at each other in silence. What Fred had said made no sense at all, there was no singular way of knowing who the true heir of the Kingston inheritance was or what the illegitimate child should look like. "This sounds like utter bullshit and I mean no offense, Fred," Jeremy said. Maybe it was his cravings for Chinese food or that he was just hungry, or maybe it was the irritation from the previous day's meeting with Cynthia and Tricia. He wasn't certain exactly why but he could tell he had no patience for crap. "No offense taken, Jeremy, but it is rather sad that you can't see what's right before your face," Fred said and shook his head, sipping his black coffee that had just arrived at the table. "So you came all the way here to find me and speak to me in parables?" Jeremy asked, he was about to call him jobless but then he did not want to offend Fred. "That's a thoughtful thing to do, thanks," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Fred laughed at his sarca
The smell of coffee and freshly baked loaves was thick in the air. Sinclair grabbed his mug and it warmed his fingertips as he blew on the surface of the brown liquid. "All that sugar isn't so good for a man your age," Jeremy reminded him as he drank his latte. “You need to live a little, Jeremy," Sinclair replied with a smug smile. Jeremy rolled his eyes and grabbed his cup of espresso. He did not order the pancake-like the lawyer did because he didn't have an appetite for anything other than Chinese soup. Sinclair was allergic to Chinese food and so he had turned down the offer to meet at the exquisite Chinese restaurant downtown. But even with his allergy, Sinclair sometimes indulged in the nice dish. He was an embodiment of a strong and resilient man. Earlier that day, Jeremy could still remember walking into him making a phone call with a client that he was representing for a murder case. It was a surprise how Sinclair bounced back right on his feet after such a tragic incide
Cynthia was placed under the heat of the midday sun, her eyes flicking at her watch now and then. She was a little anxious to meet the anonymous caller who had asked to see her. She was well aware that she'd stirred up a little talk in town with her sudden emergence, but she was basking in it. "How long are they going to keep us here for? We've been waiting for forever," Tricia, who was in the back of the car, snapped. Cynthia rolled her eyes at her daughter and replied, "We came here earlier than we were supposed to, in fact, technically it's just not time for the meetup yet," she stated. Tricia groaned and muttered something under her breath about rich people and their nasty habits. "You'll have to quit saying that, Tee," Cynthia warned her but she retorted defensively that it was the truth. "But I'm right, mum, rich people don't care about anyone but themselves, and right now, we're trying to get into their world, it's gonna be frustrating," she groaned again. Cynthia leveled
It felt good to see the Sinclair firm standing strong again after the unfortunate incident that ruined the entire place. As Jeremy drove in, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight.The building was towering, the signpost proud at the entrance and the grass had been replaced with synthetic grass carpets that looked way healthier than the original thing. Jeremy couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of plastic. At the parking lot, he could see Sinclair's car on the left side as he stepped out and shut his door, locking the car behind him. The lobby was redesigned a little but he could still see some semblance of the old firm in the renovations. In the elevator, he looked at his watch, it was a few minutes after noon and he was happy to have arrived on time. His mission at the bank proved abortive. Benedict had not been kidding when he said that he was risking his life and entire career just by getting copies of the records. Jeremy was barely allowed into the accountant's office and