"Hello, Jeremy," the man said with a wide and wicked smile on his face. "Long time no see," he added. Jeremy stared into the eyes of Joe, Rebecca's notorious brother. He could recall his last encounter with him, he'd been lucky to be pulled out of it just in time by Ella. But now he didn't need help, he was sure he could handle the man himself, especially now that his sister had upset him even further. "This is getting rather old don't you think?" Jeremy asked, a bored expression on his face. Joe shook his head, "Anyone who messes with my family messes with me, and you should know that I'm not someone you want to mess with." He said. "Are you forgetting so soon how the last time ended?" Jeremy sneered at him, the man bared his teeth and said that he'd just gotten lucky. "You're just lucky that one of your little toys saved you then, I'm pretty sure she won't be here to help you anymore." Joe said, pissed off, "I heard she wasn't even yours, you've been pretending to be important
Jeremy knew that Rebecca and her mother would not be very pleased to find out that Joe was being arrested, more so that he'd be tried and taken to jail for drug dealing. "I'm guessing this isn't the first time that he has harassed you," Sinclair said and Jeremy nodded. He'd thought he had seen the last of the rascal the last time they met but apparently, no one in the Jason family gave up that easily, not Rebecca, not her mother, not her brother. "So, do you want to tell me about him?" Sinclair asked, he was curious. He'd met with Jeremy severally, he was always the one chasing answers, it was never him being chased. "It's a good thing you're being hunted for a change, you're always the hunter," Sinclair noted jokingly. Jeremy smiled, it was clear that he had been the one chasing for a while now, Gilbert, Hilda, Rebecca, Sinclair, Fred. The list was rarely ending, it had been from one secret exposed to another and one trail to another, finding just about anyone that could be instru
Jeremy acted like everything was normal, he quietly followed Sinclair to the restaurant which was a good distance away from the law firm."This should be a good place to talk," he said and pulled up to the parking lot of the building. As Sinclair got out of the car, Jeremy weighed the gift in his hands and almost left it in the glove compartment but decided against it. Something told him that the camera being directed at him and the package was related, he just had to find a connection. At the last booth, Sinclair sat across from him and pulled out his phone, laying it on the table. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked and Jeremy sighed. His lips suddenly heavy as he thought about the parcel in his pocket. How hard could it be to lay it on the table and let them both talk about it - like they always did other issues? "Can I trust you?" He asked and Sinclair nodded, "You know you can." He replied promptly. Jeremy dipped his hands in his pocket again and this
"What the hell?!" He snapped and dropped the paper as it burned. "I'm as surprised as you are," Hanson said with a shrug, "when I first saw it, it didn't make any sense, I had to try and separate the ink, but here it is, I can't even deny it." He said. Jeremy stared at the sheet again, hoping he could see some letter, some stray alphabet, anything to make it obvious that it wasn't his name, there was none. Right below his name were a few other words that didn't quite make sense: Come, time, pursue, and urgent, were some of the words that he could make out. "What does this mean?" He asked, his tone sober. Hanson shook his head with a frown, he was as lost as Jeremy was, or even more so. "I don't know, it's as much of a surprise to me too," he said and finally pulled out the desk from the light raw. "What did you find on it? Any clues? Fingerprints?" He asked."There's a lot, over a dozen, I'm guessing this was a calculated effort to frustrate any investigations that would have bee
Jeremy Harrison was disappointed to find out that he couldn't even trust the one man that he believed was on his side. As he left Hanson, his father's words echoed in his head. He was warned not to trust anyone. Sinclair was on that list. Jeremy pulled out the litmus paper and looked at it closely again, it had no traces of any ink, just like Hanson had said, it was invisible to the naked eyes and God knows what else had been written on that paper. Time, reach, urgent, Jeremy Harrison, it was all a combination of words that didn't quite make sense. It was part of a sentence and that sentence was lost to him, Hanson couldn't figure it out yet. Could it be that someone was trying to reach him urgently? Maybe he had limited time and someone had to talk to him. But why would they show up at the Sinclair firm when he didn't stay there? Jeremy sighed in frustration, the incessant worrying was beginning to form a migraine and that was the last thing he needed. With or without Hanson, he h
"Fuck!" The cool said as he turned and faced him. He looked guilty, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I...no... I don't think so," he said, his voice breaking at the end. "Okay, I don't need another cup of tea," Jeremy replied, he knew it was useless to ask the man what had happened inside, he'd only lie about it and feel attacked. He had to make him talk by himself, that way he could tell him everything he needed to know. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast," he said and tried to hurry away but Jeremy hissed and slammed the cup on the desk, the man jumped and turned to him, his face crumpled. "It was all his idea," the man said and Jeremy kept his eyes on him firmly, it was obvious that the man was going to open up soon. "What are you talking about?" Jeremy asked, acting like he had no idea what he was talking about. "I know you overheard us from the kitchen, we could see your car from the kitchen window," he said and nodded in the direction
It took a few hours that afternoon before Titus was finally well-rested and woke up shortly after the doctor checked his vitals again for the third time. Jeremy sat on the sofa in the waiting room of the clinic. Titus was being rushed to a clinic in the Milton Community once Jeremy noticed the state in which he was in. He didn't spare a second in calling the guards and making sure he was taken to the clinic and given proper care. It didn't matter if he had betrayed him or was planning to sell him out to his rivals, all that mattered at that moment was the man's life, if not for his own sake then for the sake of his family that loved him. "Did he try to kill himself?" Ray asked him for the third time that afternoon in the waiting room. Again, Jeremy simply shook his head. He didn't believe that Titus had attempted to end his own life, no, he guessed that the old man had tried to escape from the second floor and it had ended badly for him. "Will he be alright? Is he going to die?" R
Titus jerked up from the hospital bed as he heard of jail. He was not ready to go to jail. He had his son in rehab already and his wife was going insane slowly with worry, his daughter was beside herself, and the last thing he needed was to stay behind bars too, it would shatter his family for good. "I can't go to jail, master, please." He said, his tone pleading. Jeremy shook his head, "That's not my choice to make, it's yours, you have twenty-four hours to give me the information I need or I will be dragging your ass to court," he said and then turned to leave the room. "Please wait!" Titus called out, he came down from the bed despite the doctor's stern warning that he should rest and recover fully before being discharged the next day. "Please, you can't make me go to jail, I'll do anything!" He begged his knees on the floor. Jeremy sighed, he hated seeing humans like this, beggarly, pleading for mercy when they dug their graves with their greed and then thought that someone e