As Dexter stepped out of the director's office, his mind was already racing with thoughts of the NIS case. He quickly dialed Richard's number and waited for him to pick up."Richard, it's Dexter. I need you to look into why the NIS closed the case and find out who's pulling the strings behind it," Dexter said urgently."Got it, I'll get right on it," Richard replied before Dexter ended the call.Dexter leaned against the wall, deep in thought. Jack suddenly came to mind - he had arrested him for being part of a slush fund. Dexter couldn't shake the feeling that Jack might seek revenge, and he knew Jack was capable of pulling the strings from behind the scenes.As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake in arresting Jack. But there was no time for second-guessing now. He had to stay one step ahead and figure out who was really behind the closed NIS case.Dexter paced down the dimly lit hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of the closed NIS cas
As Dexter made his way through the bustling office, he couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere that seemed to hang in the air. His employees, usually chatty and lively, now cast furtive glances in his direction, their expressions a mix of concern and unease. It was as if a heavy cloud had settled over the workplace, and Dexter couldn't shake off the feeling that it was somehow connected to the earlier protest."Good morning, Mr. Dexter," one of his employees greeted him with a forced smile as he passed by. Dexter nodded in response, but the strained politeness in the employee's voice did not go unnoticed.As he reached his office, Dexter's mind was still reeling from the encounter with the protester. He sank into his chair, feeling the weight of the day's events settling heavily on his shoulders. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts."Come in," Dexter called out, straightening up in his seat.Sarah, his trusted producer, stepped into the room, her expression f
Dexter's unease continued to gnaw at him as he looked at his uncle, James, searching for any sign of reassurance. "Uncle James, I need to know what your plan is in all of this. I can't shake the feeling that there's more going on than we realize."James paused, his expression softening as he regarded Dexter with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Dexter, I'm here to support you every step of the way. But I think it's best if we keep our investigation on the low for now."Dexter furrowed his brow, a tinge of frustration creeping into his voice. "On the low? But Uncle James, we can't afford to be passive about this. There's too much at stake."James placed a reassuring hand on Dexter's shoulder, his voice calm but firm. "I understand your urgency, Dexter, but we need to
As Dexter stood by the window in his room, the late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the neatly arranged space. His eyes were fixed on the figure of his uncle and his sons in the garden below, their tense interaction not escaping his notice. His mind kept circling back to the memory of the black cloth that Jack had been wearing earlier. The scent of it had triggered something deep within him, igniting a suspicion that he couldn't shake. Was Jack the man who had hit him at the restaurant?Just as he was lost in these troubling thoughts, his phone buzzed, jolting him back to the present. He picked it up and saw a message from his friend, prompting him to join them for a gathering later in the evening. Dexter hesitated for a moment, torn between his current preoccupations and the prospect of some much-needed distraction. With a sigh, he decided to reply, "I'l
“Is he dead?” Dexter asked as he and Richard looked at the hanging man, whose blood dripped slowly, staining the tiled floor. Dexter walked to where the mystery man hanged, trying to recognise his face, he couldn't because he hadn't seen the man anywhere.As Richard nudged him, "Dexter, look," he said.Dexter turned to see what he was pointing at. On the wall, in bold red letters, were the words "Stop the investigation. The airplane crash, it's all your fault he died." Dexter's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the message. He looked closely at Richard, who seemed shaken and distressed."Dexter, we need to call 911 and the police," Richard said urgently, his voice trembling.Dexter nodded, his mind racin
Richard drove, his eyes darting between the road and the man in black, who was now sprinting ahead. "What's going on, Dexter?" Richard asked, his voice urgent.Dexter's gaze remained fixed on the man as he replied, "I've seen that guy many times. He's been hanging around the office, I think he might be involved in all of this somehow."Richard's jaw tightened as he focused on tailing the mysterious figure. "We can't let him get away. We need to find out who he is and what he's up to," he said, determination lacing his words.The tension in the car was palpable as Richard expertly maneuvered through traffic, never losing sight of the man in black. Dexter's eyes remained trained on their target, his mind racing with who the man might be.
Dexter spun around to see James, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. How did James know he was with the chief of police? The chief sat in his office, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he looked at James, understanding what he was to do next. Turning to Dexter,Mr. Dexter, you can go sir, it's very obvious that you're not involved in all this ruckus. Just put your fingerprint on the scanner and you can leave,” the chief instructed.“we will put our hearts and make sure to find the criminal responsible.”Dexter hesitated, his mind racing. How did James know of the incident. And why was the chief suddenly letting him go? With a sense of unease, Dexter placed his finger on the scanner, the machine beeping as it registered his fingerprint. The chief
James sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered Alex's suggestion. "Convincing or threatening Richard to incriminate Dexter is a risky move, Alex. We need to tread carefully. We don't want to make any mistakes that could ruin the case."Alex nodded, his expression determined. "I understand, Dad. But if we can get Richard to cooperate, we might finally have the evidence we need to bring Dexter down."James couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for his son's quick thinking. "You're smarter than your twin, Alex," he said with a small smile. "But remember, don't overact your role. We need to handle this with finesse."Alex straightened up, his resolve evident in his eyes. "I won't, Dad. I'll be careful."Latest Chapter