CrackSam closed his car door, removing his sunglasses to block the glaring afternoon sun as he drove west to the CW campus. He stopped in front of the cafe that Dakota and himself frequented, as usual, and he saw Dakota already sitting in his usual place, and not alone. He took a deep breath, who knows how many times Sam had reminded Dakota not to have anything to do with that girl anymore?"Heh, it's her again"A moment ago in his office. Aris approached after successfully finding something they were looking for since yesterday, CCTV footage after footage at the corner of the road where Rio Damsy's body was dumped.“Boss, we found him. Look at this, there is a reflection of the glass wall of the supermarket on the night of the incident. This is thought to be the day the victim was killed as he was not seen passing by at this time. Here, see what Erw found boss”Sam looked at the enlarged image. The quality of the street CCTV which was not so good made it difficult for the team to se
“A certain solution?” asked Sam. Meanwhile, Rina and Aris did not forget to take notes. She nodded. "Yeah, a type of chlorine but modified so that it has more effective power to clean water. There are several types of chlorine that are commonly sold and some are still in the trial stage. I've already given the samples to Rina and Aris to narrow down the search area." Sam nodded. He saw the body that had been dissected by Emma in front of him. Cloth covered the chest and lower body, while other parts showed blue bruises on the abdomen to the upper chest, thighs to the ankles. “Is that a wound caused while the victim was still alive?” Dakota approached, and examined the wound in more detail, even though Emma was the most expert in post-mortem here, but he and Sam had often seen a stiff body with so many wounds all over its body, that they understood more or less about the cause of death of the victim. Emma nodded. "That's right. This is a burn from the pads of a manual cardiac sh
"Hoaaa" Sam opened his mouth wide, yawning profusely. His eyes look so sleepy."Heh, I should have come at noon" he glanced at his watch, it was already ten in the morning but the sky above his base was still very lazy to show its passion, it looked like it was going to rain, he thought. Sam enjoyed his morning coffee, with his favorite donut glaze, this would be a perfect morning if he were in the apartment at this time, sitting on the balcony looking out at the city and even enjoying the calm raindrops. There wasn't any sound other than the rain there because they were far from the crowds below the building. Sam turned his body, in fact, he couldn't relax because of their piling up cases. So he has to divide his team into several groups with two or three cases at once, do they have to find new people?Sam reached into his pocket, his phone vibrating. Incoming call from Kim, that early?“Yeah, Miss Sorenson”Kim who was at her house pouring coffee into her cup frowned.“Why, is it st
Sam pulled out his phone again, asking Rina and Aris, who were standing in front of him, to go into the interrogation room and start without waiting for Dakota. They both complied and entered their respective rooms where the witnesses were already seated, waiting.“Good afternoon, uh, Mr. Jon Broun?” Rina entered with Luk. The middle-aged man worked as a city park maintenance worker and was also Ronald Ween's colleague; he was the one who first found the severed hand on the night of the incident. The man looked pale, though he was trying to stay calm, whether it was because he hadn’t eaten or the air in the interrogation room was too cold. Rina smiled, flipping through some documents in her hands, occasionally glancing at the man in front of her, who was growing impatient about why the police had called him there.“So, um, you’ve known the victim for, um, eight years? That’s quite a long time, right?” Rina said, looking at the man. He nodded. “Yeah, roughly that long.”“You used to w
The sun shone brightly, reflecting off the glass windows of the long, spacious building at the Elgens nursing home. A gentle breeze fluttered the white curtains that lined the long windows in the quiet hallway of the house. Behind the window, a young woman with long, wavy hair, dressed in a flowing white outfit, was arranging some flowers in a vase. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her task, smiling widely with her rosy red lips. A middle-aged woman approached her and gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Miss, there's a guest looking for you outside." said the woman.The young woman turned; it was Alisa Aldrin, looking so down-to-earth with her light makeup and simple attire—a long white cotton dress, without any sparkling jewelry adorning her face like before. She smiled at the middle-aged woman, who was one of the nurses there. "Oh, a guest for me? I wonder who’s looking for me here?" the young woman asked. Not long after, the front garden of the nursing home was quite spac
"Yeah, Kim?" Sam reply in somewhat lazy tone.Kim stood in front of her apartment window, looking far out."How's it going? Is Dax still mad?" she asked.Sam walked down the gentle slope, lucky he was wearing his trusty sneakers that day, so the slippery road wasn't an issue."What do you think?"Kim bit her nail, deep in thought. She hadn't even showered and had hurried to call Sam as soon as she woke up, only to find the two young men weren't there, including her brother."Should we tell him? He’s going to be really angry and disappointed that we hid something so important from him; I can understand how he feels," said Kim.Not long after, Sam arrived at the scene. Emma and the team had already documented as much as they could and were preparing to transport the body to the office. Meanwhile, Rina and Luk were combing through the area, searching for evidence or the victim's identity—anything they could find. "We'll talk about it later, Kim. I’ll be the one to tell Dax," Sam said, oc
Sam stepped into his office, placing a hot cup of coffee on Dakota's desk. His colleague had been studying some images on wall of fame board in the middle of the room quite seriously. Sam stood beside him, also observing the board where they had pinned all the evidence photos they had gathered so far.Dakota looked so serious as he examined the murder victim's belongings in the trash, Rio Damsy. "What are you looking at, Dax?" Dakota glanced at the photo of the ring they had just placed there. "I've seen it somewhere before," Dakota said. Sam, who was about to take a sip of his coffee, nearly spilled it all over himself. Instead of drinking, he ended up blowing on it, a bit startled. Dakota shot a look at his partner, wondering how he could be surprised by something like that. He returned to his desk, grabbed the cup of coffee that Sam had just set down. His favorite piccolo coffee; he had only started liking it recently. "Where did you see it?" Sam asked. "The Monty fami
Dakota lifted his head, glancing at the woman for a moment. "Don't you find it suspicious that your son's belongings weren't with him when he was found? You haven't found him yet, have you?" Dakota asked. The woman nodded. "Yes, my husband and I were wondering the same thing, but it's possible that the river's current was so strong that Mike's things could have been swept away. And I also don't understand why he wasn't wearing anything except his underwear when he was found. We can't think of anything else, other than bringing our son home," she cried again, sobbing so hard it was difficult to speak. Dakota looked over at Sam for a moment. "Your son was majoring in business, right? Did any professors or even the dean come to pay their respects after his death?" Sam asked. The woman nodded. "Yes, at the funeral home and a few days after my son was buried." "Do you know any of them?" Dakota asked. The woman furrowed her brow, thinking. "I don't really know them well,