Sam's eyes widened as he saw the needle's tip starting to pierce the vein in Dakota's neck. He raised his weapon. “Alright, let him go, don’t do that! You’ll only make your crime worse—killing girls is different from injuring police, especially the Prime Minister's son. You know what the consequences will be, right?” Sam shouted. He had to use every trick to convince the cornered man; when someone feels trapped, they might do something desperate. Sam glanced at Aris and Beni, who had appeared from the parking lot exit behind the man, both quickly hiding so he wouldn’t see them. Dakota grimaced; he could feel a burning sensation from the needle slightly piercing his vein, hot and painful. Yes, it was the AB drug he knew all too well, and his heart began to race, even though only a tiny bit of liquid had entered his system. Charlie lifted Dakota's body as he felt the young man starting to waver and about to fall. But he couldn’t give up; there was no other choice for him to escape
A week earlier. Sam stopped his vehicle in front of the main building of CW campus. He saw Dakota unbuckling his seatbelt and getting ready to step out. He grabbed Dakota's hand before he could exit. “Dax, stay here, and this afternoon the driver from home will pick you up and take you straight back to the apartment. You don’t need to go to the office; this isn’t your case anymore. From now on, I’m pulling you out of this task force,” Sam exclaimed. Dakota halted his hand movement, giving Sam a sharp look. “You must be joking. We’ve been working on this case for a while, and now you want me to back off? Do you really think I won’t be suspicious about what’s going on?” said Dakota.Sam pursed his lips. “Well, nothing’s happened, but Kim heard about this case from the news. She said it’s really dangerous, and before she could say anything, your dad already knew from some news bulletins he read. In the end, he was the one who said he would pull you out of this case. The commiss
Meanwhile,Dakota was busy with his campus activities, and since he couldn’t go to the police station, he decided to stay on campus longer. His theoretical slides were displayed on the big screen, his voice echoing throughout the large room filled with his students. His teaching assistant was sitting at the end of the table, not far from him, preparing all the materials for the lecture. “A family murder in a house locked from the outside. Form groups of five or six to present your theories about the murder that took place in the locked house. Here are some scenarios you can study; this is an unsolved case from twenty-five years ago. You can draw conclusions from the news that circulated or come up with your own theories…” said Dakota.At the door, Dean Arnold entered with several guest lecturers. He was very proud to showcase his star lecturer, Dakota Sorenson, who was well-known even at other universities. Some of the guest lecturers were certainly familiar with who Dakota Sorenson
"I was also skeptical at first, but seeing Mr. Sorenson's blood split, it seems to be due to the effects of the AB. Right now, the amount of the drug in Mr. Sorenson's blood isn't that much, but if it were more, just imagine what would happen. His entire body could become paralyzed and stop functioning." said the doctor.Sam's eyes widened. He covered his mouth. “The drug is one of the hell” he can’t believe the effects himself."Guy made that drug, using Mr Sorensson DNA blueprint. The goal was to kill him with a single injection, in the deadliest way he could think of. Guy and I were colleagues back when he worked in virology; I know what he can do to create even the most dangerous drugs," Dr. Holland continued. "But how did Guy get Dakota's blood in the first place?" Sam asked, glancing at Roger, who let out a heavy sigh. "Well, the young master went missing when he was twelve. At that time, the kidnappers demanded a ransom, threatening to kill him if we didn't pay. Luckily, we f
Sam was eventually kicked out of the Rowen family home. John Rowen said he would personally take the car to the police station so Sam wouldn’t have to bother going in to retrieve it."That guy is unbelievable," Sam muttered.He widened his eyes as he saw Dakota walking toward his car. "Hey, Dakota," he said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward his vehicle. "Come on, you’re coming with me."He and Dakota settled back into the Hummer, leaving the upscale neighborhood in District One. Sam asked Dakota's driver to go back to the apartment first while he and Dakota would grab a bite to eat before heading back.A few times, Sam glanced at Dakota, trying to stay focused on the road, but he kept turning to look at him, making Dakota feel a bit uncomfortable. "Just ask it, Sam.""Ask what?" Sam replied.Dakota leaned his head back against the seat, trying to close his eyes. "How did I end up there?" said Dakota.Sam pursed his lips, as if his partner could read his mind. "Well, yea
The sun was a vibrant orange above the skyscrapers as the red luxury vehicle stopped in front of the Bayward One apartment lobby. Sam stood in front of the lobby as if waiting for his child to be dropped off by a teacher—who else would he be waiting for if not Dakota? The vehicle came to a halt, and Sam hadn't even stepped down to greet Dakota when the driver exited the car and walked around to the passenger side. Although Dakota didn't need him to open the door for her, the man was being polite—perhaps overly polite. "Hey, please, Professor. Sorry our trip was interrupted because of my business; I hope you don't mind," said the man, none other than Andrian Carls, holding the door handle that Dakota had already opened from inside. Dakota glanced at the man for a moment, pursing his lips and nodding slowly. "Not a problem, Mr. Carls. It was indeed very important. Thank you for driving me home." The man smiled. "Hey, it's no big deal, eh." Sam looked at the man with a sharp
And in the end, Sam and Dakota had to stay put and weren’t allowed to step outside even once. Sam kicked the leg of his bed after the guard shoved him roughly into his room. “Damn it!” The Prime Minister even confiscated his phone, so he couldn’t contact Rina or anyone else. “That guy, does he think he’s above the law?” The door to the room opened from the outside, and Roger walked in. Sam was about to curse, but the man just stood there with a blank expression. Sam knew that the head of security had no choice since the Prime Minister was his boss; he couldn’t refuse his orders. “I apologize for this unpleasant incident, Detective Danson. The Prime Minister said he would let you go tomorrow morning; it’s already late.” Sam looked sharply at the man. “Then where’s my phone, and will Dakota be coming with me tomorrow?” he asked. Roger glanced at Sam’s outstretched hand. “We’re holding onto your phone for safety reasons, and regarding Mr. Dakota, according to the Prime Minister, he
The sun was shining brightly, reflecting off the glass of the tall skyscrapers in downtown Bayward. The sounds of the bustling metropolitan city echoed faintly up into the beautiful Bayward sky, which was a bright blue with a few fluffy white clouds resembling a smile welcoming the lovely Sunday.Sam had just finished his delightful shower, having barely managed to close his eyes for less than two hours since returning from Cyan, from the Prime Minister's private residence on the west side of the city near the capital. He dried his wet hair with a towel while walking over to his desk, checking his phone that had been vibrating for a while.There were a ton of messages in the group chat; he hadn’t had the chance to read them since last night. “Boss, Lucy Lowe's car has been at the office since last night, boss. It’s clean, no blood or anything,” Rina wrote. Next message. “Boss, we got news from one of the drug suppliers outside the city and plan to head there this afternoon. Do yo