"Sir, there is someone here to see you." Vincent's secretary informed him while his head was buried in papers."Who is it?" Vincent asked, clearly busy with other things."It's the detective chief inspector." his secretary answered.Finally, Vincent looked up from his papers after hearing his secretary's answer, "let him in." he said, putting aside some of the papers."Yes, sir." the secretary left and in walked a man with a defeated expression on his face."May I seat?" he asked.Vincent glanced at him, scoffed and then continued with the papers on his desk.The man took it as a yes and made himself comfortable."Mr Johnson. You are dressed so casually today. I can also tell by the look on your face that you have come to deliver the news of one out of many of your failed attempts at finding the Idris brothers." Vincent commented."Sir, it's not like I am not trying hard enough. I and my men are doing the best we can with the little you offer.""Then try even harder!" Vincent slammed
Vincent returned home later in the evening with a different look from what he normally carries on his face."What's wrong?" Tasha asked, seeing him enter the living room.Vincent lazily sat down on the couch and sighed heavily while allowing his suitcase to slip out of his fingers.Tasha walked up to Vincent looking worried."Where's the baby?" Vincent asked Tasha."In the cradle sleeping. A maid is watching over her." Tasha answered.Vincent covers his face with his hat after relaxing his head on the couch."Why are you so down?" Tasha inquired, determined to know everything."I don't want you to worry too much. You have a baby to take care of while I'm away and these kinds of things aren't for you to worry about." Vincent explained, removing the cap and lifting his head to sit up properly.Tasha smiled, "It's about the Ferdinand and José problem isn't it? What did the detective say?" "You don't need to know that honey." Vincent waved Tasha's question away."Yes, I do. I am your wife
Mr Johnson was dropped off at the police station by his colleague who had to go somewhere else."I'll report back on my own then." Mr Johnson said."Good. So if the lie is discovered, I won't be known as someone who supported it." Mr Johnson's colleague replied and drove off, letting a gush of wind hit again Johnson who was still standing by the roadside."Dick head." Mr Johnson cursed and turned around.Now facing the police station, he sighed, "Here goes nothing."Detective Chief Inspector Johnson entered the CID office, his head hung low and his steps heavy.As he walked towards the Superintendent's office, he could hear the sound of his colleagues talking and laughing."Hey, Johnson! How many more years do you need to solve that case?!" one of them mocked and others laughed, not forgetting to also contribute."I bet he's going to tell the CID he can't handle the case anymore.""How hard can it be to find just two escaped convicts?" the third added, grinning while the first two lau
For his life in front of his captor, Mr Johnson knew he was in trouble the moment he saw the menacing look on Jared's face.Even a little child could see that face and know in an instant that this current predicament that Mr Johnson had found himself in was no joke.Jared made sure to make it clear to Mr Johnson that he was now the boss of the moment. That needed no effort, of course. Jared was a man with a terrifying glare right from the start.Mr Johnson stared at Jared, waiting for whatever the question would be but as soon as Jared shook the gun just a little bit, Mr Johnson's eyes stared down at the floor in fear.Jared smirked seeing how pathetic the man he had to deal with was."Please just tell me what you want." Mr Johnson begged, hardly managing to hold back his tears.In his entire life, nothing scared him more than death. How he got his job remained a mystery. Perhaps he thought there were a lot of things he could dodge while being surrounded by men in uniform."Stop your
"You what?!" Vincent exclaimed through the phone.He couldn't believe his ears. Did Jared just commit murder? That was not part of the plan."Sir. I can handle it. Don't worry about anything." Jared tried his best to calm Vincent down."How the hell do you expect me to calm down?! You just k..." Vincent held his tongue when he realized he was about to shout out the crime."I'll work things out sir. Let me call you back." Jared said. He ended the call when Vincent was about to speak and Vincent almost threw his phone across his office."Fuck!" Vincent scratched his head repeatedly while pacing back and forth in his office, feeling exasperated with the whole thing.How could Jared go as far as committing murder? There's no doubt he will get arrested after someone finds out about it. How wouldn't anyone notice the absence of the detective chief inspector?Vincent went to the part of the office his phone landed and picked it up. Seeing it in good condition, Vincent decided to call Jared a
Mr Alfredo Clayton was a trickster, a manipulator, a man who couldn't care less about how his actions would affect others around him.He was sick in a head psycho who was after nothing but bloodshed and the death of others. Whenever it killed, it felt to him as if he was addicted to it. He would always feel good after a good killing.He was not anyone to be around and even the members of his cult feared him to an extreme. He may behave sanely but the moment he knew he was going to kill someone or torture someone, his madness becomes clear in the eyes of everyone around him.Well, except when it came to his son. That was someone he could put above all other things even when he wasn't aware of it.Mr Alfredo Clayton entered his bedroom and locked the door just to be alone with pictures that would take him back on memory lane.Even when those memories were anything but happy, still, they were the kind that Mr Alfredo Clayton could never let go of.He went to where his drawer was and sat
Vincent sat in his plush leather chair, staring out the window of his corner office. It's been five extra months since he put the case of Ferdinand and José in the hands of Jared and a lot has been going through his mind lately."Why?" he muttered.He got up and went to his window, gazing out at the busy street below and getting deeply drowned in his thoughts.Vincent was suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on his door.Startled, he turned around and found himself going to attend to it himself.Before Vincent could even reach the handle, the door flew open and a dishevelled-looking Jared stormed into the office.His clothes were wrinkled and stained with blood. His body didn't get any better as he looked as though he just received a thorough beating.Jared's face was covered in bruises and his lips were stained with blood.Seeing him in that condition, Vincent guessed it right that his entrance had caused quite a stir-up in the company.Two security guards rushed in after the man
"Oh no! Whatever shall I do?!" Vincent said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers as if mocking Jared.Jared was taken aback by this behaviour but didn't take it to heart. With no remorse attached, Jared pulled the trigger.All that came out of it was a clicking sound but no bullet at all. Jared opened the gun and it was empty."Surprised. Right? I made sure those men that beat you up secretly emptied your gun. You didn't think I would let you come here with a loaded gun did you?" Vincent watched as Jared flung the gun aside and attempted to run.As soon as Jared got to the door and opened it, he bumped into one of the huge security guards and fell back on his butt.The security guard ls picked Jared up and had his hands locked in theirs. Jared struggled to free himself but failed."What do you want us to do with him boss?" one of the security guards asked Vincent.Vincent wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to one of the security guards."Tie him up and fling