CRIME BOOK 101

Ambush

Dakota looked around, his eyes stopped looking at the small room next to the living room, the music room. Slowly he moved his wheelchair towards it.

Dakota stopped in front of the piano which was covered with a dusty white cloth, just staring at the small piano for a long time.

"What song do you want to hear? Mom will play for this very sweet little prince.”

It was his last year with his mother and all the memories he recently got back, how could he forget all those good memories? Dakota approached the piano, lifting the piano keys at the very end that had slipped out of place, though they were still functioning perfectly fine. Only little Dakota knew it was broken and he often hid something inside, whether it was chocolate or a snack and ate it when his music teacher wasn't looking at him. And there was something small in it which was almost covered in dust.

Sam approached, widening his eyes at what was already in Dakota's hand. The thing that the Prime Minister mentioned the other da