Chapter twenty-eight: The Preparation. Officer Joe sat on the desk staring at his clue board, trying to crack down on this case. An idea came to his mind. Officer Joe quickly stood up from the desk he drew out the drawer that was attached to his desk and brought out a piece of paper. He looked at the pinned sketch on the wall and started drawing something, he kept looking at the sketch drawing and kept on drawing. When he finished drawing he raised his piece of art and took a look at it and he said “Perfect,”. Meanwhile, Mike and his best friend, Manson were at a restaurant, downtown having lunch and enjoying their afternoon but Mike was plotting something in his head. “Oh, my gosh, this chicken, is so spicy. You know I am a good cook but I need to tell you the truth, I can't make something spicy like this,” Manson said. Manson dropped the spicy chicken wing on the plate and he licked his fingers. “Yeah, I know,” Mike replied. Make took a bite of the chicken and licked his fin
Chapter twenty -nine: Mike's preparation. Billionaire Andrew smiled and said, “Okay, my daughter's birthday is in a few weeks and I don't want him, to cause any distraction.”. Billionaire Andrew pointed his pinky finger toward police commissioner Reynold, to show power and authority. “Alright Sir, I won't let you down, I promise,” police commissioner Reynold said. He gave billionaire Andrew assurance of security. “You better not let me down, remember who put you in this position you are in, and remember, I can remove you from that position also.” billionaire Andrew said. He sipped his drink and looked at police commissioner Reynold with a serious face. “I promise not to let you down, I promise,” police commissioner Reynold said. He sticks to the assurance gave billionaire Andrew. “Okay, that is fine and I hope nothing will happen,” billionaire Andrew said. He sipped his drink again and emptied the cup. He ordered one of the butlers that was in the event, to give him another drink
Chapter Thirty: The Expectations “Okay, but she couldn't make it, someone else will come,” Jane said. Jane started smiling and he decided to move away.“Wait, who is the someone else?” billionaire Andrew asked. “Just no one, it is not necessary, see you later!” Jane said. Jane walked away continuing her journey to the pool that morning. Billionaire Andrew adjusted his glasses and smiled, he then turned to Mr. Paul, his special accountant, and said “Don't mind her, it is how young ladies behave, always joking, isn't it?”. Billionaire Andrew asked Mr. Paula. “Yes Sir, it is,” Mr. Paul replied with a smile on his face. “Okay, that being said, let's continue our business, shall we?” billionaire Andrew asked. “Yes Sir, we shall,” Mr. Paul replied. Billionaire Andrew and Mr. Paul walked towards the parlor. “Okay, so where was I?” billionaire Andrew asked. Billionaire Andrew gave a sign to his butler who was close by to get him his whiskey. “Sir, you were asking about your foreign il
Chapter thirty-one: Roy. Roy turned and looked at her and he saw the followers and he asked: “Are those flowers from Dad?”. Roy gave his mother a serious look expecting her answer. “Look, umm... What about we talk about this tomorrow?” Pearl said. She kept the followers on the couch and moved close to Roy, her son. “Mom! I asked a question, are those followed by Dad?” Roy asked with a serious look on his face. Pearl now realizes that her son, Roy, is not joking. Pearl gasped and she looked down and said “It is… it is not from your father,”. She couldn't look at her when replying to his question. Roy was broken, he breathed out and said nothing. He wiped the sweat off his face and Pearl could see how disappointed he was at her. “Look, Roy, I can explain, it is going to be fine, trust me,” Pearl said. She moved close to Roy, her son, and she touched his thigh, thinking that would calm him down. But Roy removed her hand and he stood up and said “Everything is going to be fine with
Chapter thirty-two: Pearl's New Life. “She is going on a date!” Roy interrupted. Roy revealed the main reason for Mike's invitation to babysit him and the purpose of Pearl dressing beautifully and going out. Mike was surprised. Mike looked at his son, Roy, after hearing the statement and he then turned to Pearl and asked “Is it true? Is Roy lying about what he said?”. Mike was broken. Pearl gave both of them (Roy and Mike) a quizzical look and said “Fine! It's true okay? Can I go now?”. Pearl moved close to the door. “Just a minute, but Pearl it hasn't reached a month, you now have someone else?” Mike said. Mike looked at her with disappointment. “Look, I am running late okay? I don't want to be late and yes, it is what it is, so deal with it,” Pearl replied, she grabbed the door handle. Mike gasped and said, “That dress, I purchased it for you,”. Mike now buried his head. “I don't think you want it back or do you?” Pearl replied rudely, while Roy sat down watching. “No I don'
Chapter thirty -three: the identity Manson picked up one of the papers and to his surprise, he saw the perfect sketch of Mike. Manson was shocked and Officer Joe noticed it. “Is everything okay, sir,?” Officer Joe asked as he picked up the paper and observed Manson’s facial reaction of surprise. “No, I am okay, it is just that this sketch is beautiful,” Manson said. Manson held the sketch in his hand and gave a false reason why he reacted in such a manner. “Really? I appreciate your compliment, I really do, thank you very much,” Officer Joe said. He packed up the papers and placed them in the briefcase and he forgot the main facial sketch in Manson’s hand. Manson noticed it and he quickly put the sketch drawing in his back pocket and he asked “But wait, are you can artists? Because I would like to get some painting from you,”. Manson was still surprised and wanted to clarify his suspicion. “Oh! No, I am not an artist, I am a policeman by the way, that was my sketch of the suspec
Chapter thirty-four: The Birthday Plan. Mike smiled and said, “Manson, we have a new partner,”. Mike was still looking at the paper and he stared at Manson, who was still under pressure, with a smile on his face. “What?! Are you kidding me? He is a police officer for Christ's sake! And police officers don’t condole our (he pointed at Mike and himself) businesses, do you understand?” Manson asked, he was still sweating, showing that he was still under pressure. “Yeah, you are right. Police officers do not condone our businesses. But you didn't ask the right questions,” Mike said. Mike walked towards the waste bin he tore the paper that had a sketch of him and threw it into the bin. “Wait, are you trying to be funny, or do you just want to play with my mind?” Manson asked. Manson turned on the air conditioner because of the way he was sweating. “No, I am not playing with your mind, I am just saying…. All I am is That you didn't ask the right question, at the right time, that is all
Chapter thirty-five: A LETTER FROM MOM Miss. Jane looked around it and she found an inscription that said “A LETTER FROM MOM”. Jane was surprised. “Okay, I will look at it, you can go now,” Miss. Jane said. She sent the butter away while admiring the letter. Something came to Jane's mind and she called the butler who was moving away saying “Excuse me! Excuse me!! Sir!”. The butler stopped and turned to her and he asked “Is there anything you would like for me to get you, Miss?”. “No, I don't want anything for now, Maybe later but I want to ask, do you see who dropped this letter?” miss. Jane asked. She waved the letter to show the butler what letter she was talking about. Miss. Jane doesn't see her mother that much, maybe once or twice a year but this year, she hasn't seen her. “No, I didn't, it was the courier that dropped off the letter, is there a problem? Or should I call and tell them it is the wrong address?” the butler asked. He noticed the way Jane was surprised and anxio