Morning comes. The sun shone brightly until it hit the highest part of the Bayward One tower and reflected all around it. The busyness of the metropolitan city has been visible since the sun was bright. Far below, the city's main roads are starting to fill with vehicles of all sizes sharing the pollution.
Sam had just put on his leather jacket, today was going to be a busy one. He had to go early in the morning to the office for the weekly routine meeting and to analyze the various cases that were piling up.
The bombing case at the center has not yet been resolved and several other cases have emerged. He came out of his room, and saw Dakota who was ready at the dining table in the kitchen. As usual, chef Edi looks quite busy in the kitchen.
Don't look at his appearance like that, what is clear is that his monthly salary is much bigger than Sam's, he knows that from Kim. Sam just wanted to resign and become Dakota's personal driver, that would be more profitable
Emma sat back down, and it was now Rina's case. Sam looked serious until his phone in his pocket vibrated. A call from someone he wasn't expecting, just as he thought. Jack Moris from the federal agency."Yeah," Sam said, getting up from his seat. He glanced at Ron across from him, then got up to answer the phone.“You’re incredible! We haven’t even released any reports to headquarters, how did you know about this? Did you plant spies in our office?” Sam asked. Jack Moris’s voice boomed in his ear; Sam had to pull the phone away, his ear aching from the man’s thunderous tone.“Ouch, that’s loud,” he muttered, pressing the phone back to his ear.“This might not even be the same case. Why don’t you let us handle this first? You won’t be late getting information, trust me. It could just be a random attack, like what usually happens. Anyone can go crazy, right? Are you sure this is
"Shutt," a whispering sound echoed in the darkness of the night, where only a faint light from the chandelier in the center of the room illuminated a small space filled with various heavy equipment such as spears and fishing hooks. "Umm." A muffled voice emerged, stifling sobs, with a mouth tightly gagged with dark fabric, possibly red. A pair of terrified eyes, those of a woman, still adorned with makeup that had run down her cheeks from tears. "Hu hu..." Her sobs were choked and trembled. A tall, large figure, dressed in black resembling a raincoat stopped, carrying a horrible tool which still drenched with blood dripping to the floor. You can still hear the dripping which getting louder and louder by the time."Ummm! Ummp!!" The heart-wrenching cries, though muffled, still sounded terrifying. The floor swayed as if on a boat, the light from the hanging ceiling lamp flickered along with it. No matter how loud the screams were, it was impossible for anyone to hear them in this de
"Clang" The sound of the metal door grinding against the frigid floor echoed through the confined space.In the dimly lit and chilly room, measuring three by three with barely any visible light, only a faint glow seeped in through the barred holes near the ceiling. This was one of the isolation cells in a highly secure prison, designed to keep the most dangerous individuals away from society.The warden pushed open the door and stepped inside. There sat the prisoner, handcuffed in a corner. Despite the maximum security, this person was kept secluded from the lights and commotion, still bound by handcuffs.A sneer could be heard from the figure sitting in the light as two officers pulled him, still shackled, out of the room. "Let’s go!"The prison was carefully designed to prevent any escape attempts, with multiple layers of security guards and extensive CCTV surveillance.That afternoon, Dakota was accompanied by a man in his fifties, his face covered in stubble from not shaving for a
Shortly thereafter, at the front main entrance of the high-level prison, Dakota and Thomas were accompanied by Warden, Carlos, who guided them through the gates."How did he end up in isolation? What did he do?" Thomas asked. The guard, Carlos, whose rank was a few levels below the chief, replied, "He challenged one of the lifers here. They could have easily taken him out, but this guy is insane; he didn't hesitate to poke the eyes of a prisoner twice his size with a plastic fork. If he hadn't been stopped, he might have killed that guy without blinking."Thomas smirked. "Crazy people like that still have someone willing to stand up to them?""Well, after this, no one might dare to go near him," Carlos grinned.Once outside the prison gates, Thomas and Dakota headed towards the parking area. Thomas paused for a moment in front of the car, staring at Dakota's face for a long time. He furrowed his brow, noticing how calm the young man was, even though he already knew Dakota's true natur
The camera shutter dominated the scene. Sam approached Emma, who had arrived earlier, as usual. A charred body was discovered by the construction foreman that morning as he started his shift, hanging from the end of a crane, still with a bit of smoke wafting from its blackened form. Several police officers had to use special safety equipment to retrieve the body. Even after managing to get close, they still struggled because the chains binding the body were still hot from the remnants of the fire. Sam shook his head. "Wow, they’re really innovative, aren’t they? Committing murder in such a spectacular way, incredible. Is this some kind of competition?" Emma took a deep breath; she had been wearing her latex gloves for a while, but the poor body was still hanging there. "You think this is some kind of competition, Boss?" "Well, if not, then what? Every week there’s some bizarre and increasingly brutal murder, as if the killer is trying to up the ante on their inhumanity."The are
Bayward Police headquarters, at the Coroner's Office. The autopsy room is located at the end of the hallway on the first floor of the five-story building. Where Doctor Emma and her team worked. Sam Danson, fine, handsome detective known as one of the most impressive, talented police who gained his position as the supervisor level 3, below the chief, at the very young age, just twenty - eight years old. But, most of his team are so young and fresh, one of them is Emma, a gorgeous young forensics doctor who's known as, cold, stern, sharp young, lunatic evil doctor, they said. Some people just over reacted, the woman looked so fine.Emma pulls back the covering cloth from the unfortunate body, charred beyond recognition, making it impossible to tell if it was a woman or a man. The body is so burnt that the bones are nearly visible, with the flesh blackened like overcooked steak.The entire body is scorched, and some bones can even be seen peeking through the flesh, which is almost reduce
"Um, yeah, I was going to say the same thing, Dax," Sam replied. Dakota get closer to the white board; every image in front of him might hold crucial clues. "The perpetrator wants to show how they could pull off such a big performance and how they managed to execute it perfectly. They’re even willing to do dangerous things to demonstrate just how high their confidence level is. The problem is, in this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime." "I know! It's like one of your famous lecture titles, right? I've watched the video over and over; it's so cool, Prof," Rina exclaimed. Sam turned to Rina, furrowing his brow, wondering what the young woman meant. "What video?" "That one, Boss! The title is 'There’s No Such Thing as a Perfect Crime.' So in Professor Dakota's lecture, he gives examples of some murder cases that are so tough they’re almost unsolvable. But even if the perpetrator isn’t found, the crime is still imperfect because of the evidence left behind, just wa
Sam was still sitting in his office. It was eight in the evening, and he hadn’t moved yet. Looks like he had to work late for their ongoing cases which keep coming.He lifting his head when he saw Dakota appear at the door. “Dax, aren’t you going home?” Dakota walked closer, observing several photos that Sam and the team had arranged on the whiteboard in front of the desk. He stood there for a while, just watching intently, his brow furrowed.He just keeps being calm and quiet, as he used to be, just observing with forehead furrowed deeply, sometimes Sam has a little doubt does this young man heard him or not.Sam got up from his desk, pulled out the drawer to take out something out. He was carrying a clear plastic bag with a letter that Dakota had received. “Do you recognize this handwriting? This letter is really addressed to you. I’m worried that people might still be following your every move; you need to be careful, Fax.” said Sam.Dakota glanced at the plastic bag with the paper
Emma sat back down, and it was now Rina's case. Sam looked serious until his phone in his pocket vibrated. A call from someone he wasn't expecting, just as he thought. Jack Moris from the federal agency."Yeah," Sam said, getting up from his seat. He glanced at Ron across from him, then got up to answer the phone.“You’re incredible! We haven’t even released any reports to headquarters, how did you know about this? Did you plant spies in our office?” Sam asked. Jack Moris’s voice boomed in his ear; Sam had to pull the phone away, his ear aching from the man’s thunderous tone.“Ouch, that’s loud,” he muttered, pressing the phone back to his ear.“This might not even be the same case. Why don’t you let us handle this first? You won’t be late getting information, trust me. It could just be a random attack, like what usually happens. Anyone can go crazy, right? Are you sure this is
Morning comes. The sun shone brightly until it hit the highest part of the Bayward One tower and reflected all around it. The busyness of the metropolitan city has been visible since the sun was bright. Far below, the city's main roads are starting to fill with vehicles of all sizes sharing the pollution.Sam had just put on his leather jacket, today was going to be a busy one. He had to go early in the morning to the office for the weekly routine meeting and to analyze the various cases that were piling up.The bombing case at the center has not yet been resolved and several other cases have emerged. He came out of his room, and saw Dakota who was ready at the dining table in the kitchen. As usual, chef Edi looks quite busy in the kitchen.Don't look at his appearance like that, what is clear is that his monthly salary is much bigger than Sam's, he knows that from Kim. Sam just wanted to resign and become Dakota's personal driver, that would be more profitable
It was getting late, midnight, and Sam had just finished cleaning up. He came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair with a small towel, his upper body bare except for a towel around his waist. He approached the bed where Dakota was already sitting, opening his laptop."Wow, it's midnight, my dear professor. Time for bed, why are you still working?" Sam said, stopping beside Dakota.Dakota looked up, seeing Sam's slightly wet, bare upper body displaying his muscular chest. Sam seemed quite proud of showing it off.Dakota just pursed his lips, ignoring Sam and continuing to look at his laptop screen. Sam smirked; he'd intentionally teased Dakota, but the young man was completely unaffected. He'd hoped for some kind of reaction.Sam sat down next to Dakota. But before he could sit on the soft bed, Dakota moved the pillow from his left side onto the bed, preventing Sam from sitting down."You can get a blanket from the closet. The couchis very s
Dakota looked at the takeout container Luke had placed on the table. He watched him slowly sit down."Aren't you with guests? Why aren't you eating with them?" Dakota asked. Luke waved his hand dismissively."Let my secretary keep them company, I said I had important business. Look at this, supposedly amazing steak, almost perfect reviews. Next time we have time, we'll eat at the restaurant, they say it's much better there."said the man excitingly.Dakota looked at the logo on the box."I tried it last week with Sam."said Dakota.Luke's hand movement stopped; he looked disappointed."Oh, really? Was it good? How’sthe rate?" Luke asked."Yeah, pretty good," Dakota replied casually.Luke placed the plate in front of Dakota and carefully took out the neatly arranged steak from the box. Even though it was in a delivery container, the restaurant paid attention to quality, keeping it aesthetically pleasing wit
Rina approached their office just as Sam came back in after dealing with the attackers. She looked annoyed.“Boss,”Sam turned. He was applying a compress to his jaw, which was swollen and slightly red from the hard hit.“What about the woman? Did she confess?” Sam asked.Rina and her boss went into their office. It was dark outside, and the air was getting cold. Everyone was exhausted.“She’s very good at making excuses, Boss. According to her secretary, there was information about a room that couldn’t be used; she told Amelia because she was in charge of the seminar. After that, she got word to move everyone to the auditorium at the last minute. All the information fits Amelia Roy’s alibi,” Rina replied.Sam sat down, wincing slightly from his bleeding lip, a souvenir from the thug’s punch.“She must have planned everything meticulously. Find out the woman&rsquo
The wail of sirens echoed in the distance. Fire trucks had arrived and were tackling the blaze that erupted from an explosion of some electronic equipment in the now-destroyed auditorium building. Several ambulances pulled up, administering first aid to the victims, including Dakota, Luke Osborn, and Sam, who sat on the side of an ambulance, their faces and bodies covered in dust."Here, let me brush off your clothes," Sam said, brushing thick dust from Dakota's sleeve. They both looked like they'd just cleaned out an abandoned warehouse.Dakota had some scrapes on his forehead, and his clothes were torn; besides the aches and pains from the impact of the debris, they seemed alright. Medics bandaged a gash on Dakota's arm and Luke Osborn's forehead scrapes."Why did they target this building? Man, this was built less than two years ago. If they wanted to blow something up, they should've gone for that old building behind the lab," Luke said, propping his chin in his hands.Sam sat b
"Having no one to eat with is kind of weird, right? Is Mr. Meyers still reaching out to you?" Luke asked as he opened his takeout bag and pulled out his food, setting it in front of him. Dakota closed his laptop, watching Luke unpack his meal from the carton and arrange it neatly. The guy even opened the chopstick wrapper to hand it to Dakota."Why would he reach out to me? We're not that close," said Dakota.Luke raised his eyebrows at Dakota's response. "Oh, really? I thought you two were close. He often invites you to lunch and waits for your class to finish. If that's not close, then what is?"Dakota opened his lunch box. For some reason, he felt like trying the wet noodles Rina had recommended a while back; they looked pretty good."We have lunch together too,
The sun shone brightly, breaking through the curtains and hitting the long sofa in Dakota’s room. Sam lay face down there all night, still in the clothes he wore yesterday.“Ouch, my body,” he turned over, feeling sore after sleeping on that couch all night.Even though it was the softest, highest-quality sofa money could buy, it would still be more comfortable to sleep in a bed. He remembered that last night because he was so tired, he fell asleep on Dakota’s very tempting bed, so why did he end up there?“Boss, let’s go out!” Edi’s voice still echoed in his head. His forehead was hot, and he was sweating even though the room was cold. He pulled himself up and sat, glancing at Dakota’s neatly made bed. It was nearing noon, eight in the morning when h
Sam frowned; he had misspoken.“I mean, don’t stay up too late. You’re still in recovery. The city is now in chaos; it’s better to stay in the apartment and lock all the doors. I’ve already asked Roger to add more people if needed.” Sam added.“What does that have to do with me? I have Edi here; don’t do unnecessary things. Since when does Roger have to listen to you?” said Dakota.Sam bit back the urge to shout. That stubborn one.“Since the honorable Prime Minister said I have to keep an eye on you, twenty-four hours a day, every second, every minute, even microseconds if necessary. So Roger and anyone else has to listen to me,” he said, annoyed.