At the police station, Jason sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the walls. His hands were cuffed to the metal table, and he could hear the faint murmurs and buzz of activity outside the door. His mind raced as he tried to piece together the events leading up to Officer William’s murder.The door opened, and two detectives walked in. Detective Harris, a stern-faced woman in her forties, and Detective Lee, a younger man with a sharp gaze, took their seats across from him. Both wore the insignia of the Luger, a special unit within the police force tasked with investigating crimes involving law enforcement personnel."Mr. Grey, I’m Detective Harris, and this is Detective Lee," Harris began, her voice firm. "We need to ask you some questions about the events at the Grand Lumiere tonight. And I suggest you are honest with us because things do not look good for you. Lying to us would only make it worse"Jason nodded, taking a deep bre
Back at the Grand Lumiere, Timothy reached Jason’s car and knocked on the window lightly.His knocking woke Connor, who had fallen asleep in the vehicle. On waking up, Connor opened the door and stepped out of the car.“Mr. Timothy, good evening." Connor greeted, his voice slurred slightly. He shifted his gaze, looking around for Jason, then turned back to Timothy. “Where is Jason? Is he still at the party?”Timothy sighed “No, Jason is at the police station.”Connor’s eyes widened. “The police station? What’s he doing there?”“To cut a long story short, there was a murder at the party, and Jason was found with the body, so he was taken away by the officers,” Timothy explained. He tried to be neutral, but worry was clearly etched across his features.Connor frowned as he heard the news, but not because he was worried for Jason or concerned about what happened. He frowned because he was annoyed. If Jason was imprisoned, then his plans would be even harder to execute. “How did that idi
Timothy’s eyelids fluttered open, and a sharp pain radiated from the back of his head. The cold, hard surface beneath him sent chills through his body. As his vision cleared, he realised he was lying on a concrete floor in a dimly lit warehouse, his hands and feet bound by ropes. The sound of dripping water echoed around him, and he struggled to sit up, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.“Finally, I was starting to think I'd have to hire a marching band to wake you.” Connor’s voice, now clear and cold, pierced the silence. Timothy’s eyes snapped to the source of the voice, finding Connor standing a few feet away, his face shrouded in shadows.“Adam” Timothy breathed out, his eyes full of disbelief as he stared at the man in front of him. “What am I doing here?”Connor rolled his eyes. “I think that’s quite obvious, don’t you?”"Yes, but why are you doing all of this? How are you even alive?” Timothy questioned, his voice going thin from surprise. He still couldn’t believe his
“If you tell me everything, you’re going to get rid of me after, aren’t you? '' Timothy said. His words were slurred as he was still recovering from the effects of the hit to his head and the drug.“Relax Timothy, just let me talk, don't worry about what happens after” Connor smirked. He pulled a small wooden stool from the corner and placed it in the corner and sat on it, making himself comfortable.“I can't tell you everything of course, but for when this all started…It started the second I found out that Michael wasn't my biological father”Timothy blinked then blinked again. He was almost certain that he didn't hear Connor right. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice full of surprise and confusion.“I meant exactly what I said. Michael isn't my biological father. Sebastian and I are half-brothers, we have the same mother but not the same father. Apparently, faithfulness wasn't one of our dear mother’s virtues and she decided to have me with the man who wasn't a multi-billionaire
The pity that Timothy felt was now creeping away, and the anger quickly rushed in to fill the void it left.“You tried to kill him!” Timothy exclaimed, the words alone tasting bitter in his mouth. He had underestimated just how callous Connor really was."Yes, and his mother as well, but they escaped. But let’s just say I made even,” Connor. grinned.“What do you mean by that?” Timothy asked. At this point, he wasn’t. sure that he was ready to hear any more of Connor’s answers, afraid of what else he would reveal.“Let’s just say that a premeditated car crash can easily be made to look like an accident." Connor said nonchalantly as he shrugged his shoulders, “I learned a lot from those ‘bad’ people I was mixed up with. The Russians truly know best.”All the color drained from Timothy’s face. He couldn’t believe how Connor talked about his family and, much worse, the things that he did to them and was still planning to do to Jason. Timothy thought for sure that there was more to it; he
Early the next morning, Jason sat in the cold, sterile holding cell, his hands trembling slightly. He had barely gotten any sleep the night before. As he sat in the cell, he anticipated the arrival of his lawyer, but he figured that it would take a few hours for them to arrive, judging by the fact that the sun had just begun to peak out of the horizon.Suddenly the door creaked open, causing Jason to jolt up slightly. A blonde woman in a sharp suit stepped in, her heels clicking against the tile floor.“Jason Grey?” she asked, extending a hand. “I’m Serena Wilson, your lawyer. Timothy sent me.” She smiled, showcasing her perfect white teeth and confident demeanour.Serrana was undeniably gorgeous with her long, wavy blonde hair, striking green eyes, and perfect facial structure. It looked like she was a model cast to play the role of a lawyer. Even Jason, who had seen many good-looking women, was quite struck. by her features.He stood up slowly, shaking her hand. “Thank you for comi
Jason sat in the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights casted harsh shadows across his face. The dull buzzing of the lights rang in his ears, and a cold shiver travelled down his spine. He didn’t know if it was because he was genuinely cold or if it was because of the unpleasant memories the room was bringing to him.Serena sat beside him, her expression steely and unwavering. Her presence was reassuring amidst the turmoil. The door creaked open, and Detectives Harris and Lee entered, their eyes fixed on Jason with a mix of suspicion and determination.Detective Harris’ eyes travelled to Serena. “I see your lawyer finally arrived. Let’s see if she’s as good as she is pretty.”Serena shifted uncomfortably because of the comment, but she kept her face neutral. She could tell that Harris was the type to intimidate others. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Jason glare at Detective Harris.Detective Lee began the interrogation, flipping open his notebook. "Mr. Grey, we have a few q
Jason sat in the holding cell, the cold metal bench digging into his back as he awaited his arraignment. His thoughts were a whirl of anxiety and anger. The more he thought of the events of the previous night and the evidence against him, the clearer it became to him that he was set up. He began to pick apart the events with himself.“William mentioned my enemy meeting his requirements,” he began. “That was obviously Stefan. Which means he was expecting something from Stefan. He was blackmailing Stefan, wasn't he?” Jason asked himself, then answered, “Yes of course. He had to be. So Stefan actually had a motive to get rid of him.”The door opened, interrupting Jason’s vocal thinking. “Talking to yourself already Grey? The crazy usually sets in after the hearing” the guard mocked him “Well when I talk to your detectives they don’t seem to listen to reason” Jason spat ”It's time for the hearing,” the guard scoffed.Jason nodded, and the guard escorted Jason down the dimly lit hallway