The lobby of the luxurious apartment in the heart of the city was indeed fitting for its name, with beautiful and lavish decor and furniture that was a delight to the eyes. Only people with excess money could afford an apartment there. Dakota pushed his wheelchair to a stop in the middle of the lobby, looking up to take in his surroundings. The high ceiling was adorned in gold, with large crystal chandeliers reflecting the light. The floor was made of shiny granite that looked quite slippery and clean.Dakota glanced at his watch as several police officers stood guard nearby while Sam and his team headed upstairs to raid Albert, who Erw and Rina knew was behind the dashboard camera in his car. They were also aware that his last meeting that night was with his boss, who was found dead in a horrific manner. Erw managed to recover the contents of a memory card that had been deliberately damaged, which they found in Albert's office. Although that evidence was illegal and couldn't be used
They both stopped their conversation when the new therapist arrived. Creak. The door opened and closed again, revealing a young man in light green scrubs. The uniform for therapists at the hospital, the muscular young man with bulging arms stopped in front of Dakota and Sam, smiling as he extended his hand toward Dakota.“Pardon me, Mr. Sorensson, for being late, let me introduce myself, I’m Dav your new therapist,” the man immediately recognized Dakota, of course, he was the one in the wheelchair and not Sam. The young man extended his hand toward Dakota, waiting for him to shake it. Sam’s eyes widened; he wasn’t going to miss this chance again. After the last therapy session, Dakota had completely ignored him, even refusing to shake hands when their session ended, and it seemed the same thing was happening with this young man Dav, who had been holding out his hand for a while but Dakota just stared at him. Sam felt a sense of satisfaction, laughing to himself at the situation.It
Sam and Dakota invited Rina, Aries, and Emma to their apartment for a fun night, celebrating the resolution of the murder case of a woman committed by the boss of Big Papa & Co, and the murder of his boss by his own associate. All the evidence was solid and ready to be handed over to the court; the rest was no longer their job. Although for Sam and especially Dakota, their case still felt far from over, for the team, this case was wrapped up. "Cheers!" Rina exclaimed. A large glass of refreshing cold beer accompanied them as they enjoyed their casual meal, which was spread out across the table in Dakota's luxurious apartment. Emma looked around. "Wow, this apartment is nice; it really feels different. Just stepping in, the aroma is already distinct." said Emma."Of course, only Professor Dakota could have this," Rina chimed in. Aries stuffed his mouth with food, unable to comment. "This belongs to Kim; she's abroad, so I can use it to my heart's content. Besides, the securi
CW University. Almost midday.In the coffee shop on the ground floor of the main CW building. Dakota looked up as he saw Sam approaching with his order, black coffee, and a piece of tiramisu cake. Even though it was getting close to noon, they had rushed out that morning and forgotten to take the time to enjoy their coffee. Sam took a sip of his coffee. "Hmm, this smells amazing." Sam glanced at his watch; it was past eleven, but there was still no sign of Dakota's senior showing up. That guy really didn’t value their time. "It’s been ten minutes already, where is he? Let’s just head back to the office," Sam said. Dakota lifted his coffee cup, savoring it slowly. "Your watch is too fast, Sam. It’s only one minute past eleven," said Dakota. Sam widened his eyes, glancing at his watch and then at the wall clock not far from them. "Really? No wonder I’ve always been early, but still late by a minute, how silly." Sam hadn’t finished grumbling when someone appeared from beh
The next day at the police headquarters. In the meeting room. Aries was assigned to present their case this time in front of a large screen. Inside the room were the division head, Ron, Sam, Rina, Erw, Emma, and several young detectives who were helping with the investigation, not to mention Dakota, who was sitting next to Sam, listening intently to Aries’s presentation. In addition to the large screen showing photos of the victims, there was also a big board where all their findings were collected manually, giving their brains a chance to think critically as they examined the images more closely and possibly discover something from them. There were two large photos, one of the victim’s body and another of the victim’s severed leg, labeled as Victim 1 for the body and Victim 2 for the leg, confirming that there were indeed two victims. Earlier in the forensic autopsy room, Emma had placed the body of the victim without the right leg on one table and the leg on another. "There
Back to the police headquarters.Sam looked at the report on his desk. Some clues regarding their stump case. Photo of the victim, photo of the victim's clothes worn when he died. According to Emma, the victim’s clothes were exposed to some foreign chemicals, ranging from floor cleaning detergent to disinfectant, like those usually found in hospitals.The chemical is very common and can be found anywhere, so it cannot be used as a material to narrow the search area for the location of the leg cutting.Aries and Rina entered after being out all day for their investigation, Sam looked at them for a moment and continued to read the piling-up documents on his desk."What did you guys find?" asked Sam.Aries and Rina looked at each other until Rina stepped forward first."Some tattoo house owners say, judging from the shape and workmanship, this tattoo is a special order, only a group of people have it. I got information from one of the owners of the tattoo house in the city center, the P
Bud stammered, waving his hands quickly.“No, no, hehe, I can’t really afford to eat there either, but since Jon said he wanted to treat, I just went along with it. He said he really wanted to eat there but didn’t have anyone to go with, so, heh, I guess I’m lucky,” the man said as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty forehead and face. The air in the meeting room was already quite cool, but the young man still felt hot. He was sweating.“Did Jon ever mention that he has a serious rare disease?” Dakota asked.Hearing this, Bud shrugged his shoulders and nodded slowly. “Yeah, he mentioned it once in a while. He said if he doesn’t get a plasma transfusion once a week, he could die from blood loss. I thought it was just a regular joke; I mean, how could someone like him—tall, big, athletic, and muscular—have such a strange illness?”“Did he ever say anything about how expensive his treatment is? If you think your salary isn’t enough for you to eat at those fancy restaurants,
The Prime Minister's house. That night, August invited Dakota and Sam over for a warm dinner as the year was coming to an end. Dakota accepted, as he always went there every New Year's Eve, even though he didn't care much for his father. Sam's large vehicle stopped in front of the Prime Minister's grand house after passing through the long driveway. Robert's red vehicle was already parked in the far left part of the yard before they arrived. Two guards helped Sam open the door, and Sam even let one of them open the trunk and take out Dakota's wheelchair. "Young master," greeted one of the guards who opened Dakota's side door. Dakota glanced at the house worker for a moment but ignored him until Sam approached. "Don't worry, let me help him, just bring the wheelchair here," Sam said. The young man in neat suit, who was the Prime Minister's family guard, nodded. Not long after the wheelchair arrived, Sam extended his hand to help Dakota carefully get down from the rather h