Once the door creaked open, Reed's heart pounded in his chest as he laid eyes on his mother, bound and gagged.Panic surged through his veins, but he knew he had to act swiftly.His eyes darted to the lone bodyguard standing nearby, reaching for his gun. Reed couldn't let him pull the trigger. Without a moment's hesitation, Reed lunged forward, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion.His foot connected with the bodyguard's arm, knocking the gun out of his grasp.The room filled with the sound of their struggle as they grappled with each other, Reed determined to keep the fight silent to avoid alerting any other guards.Blows were exchanged, fists and feet flying through the air as they danced around the room.Reed's mind raced, calculating each move, each strike, ensuring he didn't make a single sound.He knew he couldn't rely on the gun; this battle had to be fought with their bare hands.The bodyguard fought back fiercely, his training evident in his powerful strikes
Reed and his mom short victory escape was short lived as walker's men pursued them in their own car, Reed glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the black SUV gaining on them.He gripped the steering wheel and pressed the gas pedal, hoping to outrun Walker's men.He had just rescued his mom, Margie, from Walker's compound, where she had been held captive for months.They had barely made it out alive, and now they had to face another obstacle."Mom, are you okay?" Reed asked, his voice strained."I'm fine, son. Just keep driving," Margie said, her eyes wide with fear. She looked at the wound on Reed's arm, where a bullet had grazed him.She felt a surge of anger and guilt. She blamed herself for getting him into this mess.She had been working as an undercover agent for the FBI, infiltrating Walker's criminal organization. But she had been exposed and captured, and Reed had come to save her."Reed, look out!" Margie shouted, as the SUV rammed into their car from behind. Reed swerved to
Reed put a stop to the car as they were safe and away from any sign of danger.He looked at his mother, who was sitting next to him, clutching her arm.She looked pale and weak, but relieved."You're bleeding," Margie told her son, pointing at his forehead."Nah, I'm okay, the bleeding will stop," Reed said, wiping the blood with his sleeve.He didn't want to worry her more than she already was.He had just rescued her from Walker's clutches, and he knew she had been through a lot.They both sat inside the car, panting, trying to calm down.Reed glanced at the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following them. He had managed to evade Walker's men, but he knew they wouldn't give up so easily.He had to find a safe place to hide, and fast.He turned to his mother, who was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and fear.He felt a surge of anger and curiosity, and he decided to bring up the topic that had been bothering him for a long time."Why did you go out from the hospital?" he
"Did Ralph leave anywhere to contact him?" Reed asked his mom, hoping to find a clue to his whereabouts."No, but he did leave me an address once, a place I first met him to discuss about the evidence," Margie said, digging into the glove compartment and pulling out a piece of paper, "But I doubt you will see him there because he told me he was leaving when he suspected Walker might be onto him."Reed took the paper from her, and looked at the address. It was a rundown motel in the outskirts of the city, a place where no one would look for them.He wondered if Ralph had left anything behind, or if he had been captured or killed by Walker's men."Alright, I will start from there," Reed said, putting the paper in his pocket, "Maybe I can find something that will lead me to him, or to the evidence."He restarted the vehicle, and drove away. He knew they had to be careful, and avoid any more traps.He knew they had to find a way to prove their innocence, and to expose Walker's lies.He ch
Mike felt a surge of fear as he walked into Walker's house. He knew he had screwed up, and he knew Walker would not let it go.He had also felt a wave of anger from Walker, who had seen everything on his security cameras.And now, Mike was standing in front of Walker, in his living room, surrounded by his guards.He saw the rage in Walker's eyes, the hate in his voice, the violence in his fists.He knew he had no chance, and he knew he had no choice."I gave you one last chance, and you failed me," Walker shouted at Mike. "I am sorry, I..." Mike said, but he stopped as Walker slapped him across the face. He felt a sting in his cheek, and he tasted blood in his mouth. He tried to apologize again, but Walker punched him in the stomach.He felt a cramp in his gut, and he gasped for air.He fell to his knees, but Walker kicked him in the face. He felt a crack in his nose, and he saw stars in his eyes.He groaned in pain, but Walker grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the couch. He fe
Reed and Margie arrived at the address Anna gave him and they entered the cabin. It was a cozy place, with a fireplace, a sofa, and a small kitchen.Reed felt a surge of relief as he saw Anna sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea. She looked up and smiled when she saw them."Thank God you're here," she said, getting up to hug them. "I was so worried about you.""We're fine, Anna. Thanks for giving me the address," Reed said, returning her hug."Of course, Reed," Anna said, hugging him as well. Reed nodded, but he didn't feel brave. He felt exhausted, sore, and guilty. He had barely managed to escape from Walker's men, who had kidnapped Margie.Reed glanced at his mother and felt a pang of anger and sadness. He wished he could have prevented her from suffering."Where's Mandy?" he asked, looking around for his daughter."She's in the bedroom. She was sleeping, but she should be awake by now. She'll be so happy to see you," Anna said.Reed felt a lump in his throat. He hadn't seen
Reed parked his car in front of the cabin and got out. He looked around and saw no sign of anyone. He hoped that Anna and her parents were still there. He had something important to ask them.He walked up to the door and knocked. He heard a voice from inside."Who is it?" Anna asked."It's me, Reed. Can I come in?" he said.There was a pause, then the door opened. Anna stood there, looking surprised and nervous. She was wearing a simple dress and a cardigan, her brown hair tied in a ponytail.She looked different from the last time he saw her, when she was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, her hair dyed red."Reed, what are you doing here?" she said."I need to talk to you. And your parents. Where are they?" he said."Uhm.. they are at the back. They're gardening," she said."Let me talk to them," he saidReed stood awkwardly, his eyes scanning the room as his shifted brows furrowing in concern as he glanced at Anna, who was fidgeting near the door."Uhm... they're at the back," Ann
Mark stared at his daughter, Anna, in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He wondered if she had used her tuition money to run her own investigations into her brother's murder. "Is that why your tuition money was gone?" he asked, his voice rising. "Did you use it to run your investigations?""Yes, Dad," Anna said, her voice low. "I'm sorry. I had to do something. I couldn't just sit and wait for the police to catch Matt's killer. They weren't doing anything. They were bought off by Walker and his gang."Mark felt a surge of anger. He wanted to yell at her, to scold her, to punish her. But he also felt a pang of guilt. He knew he had failed her as a father.He had been too busy with his work, too distant from his family. He had neglected her, and Matt. He had let them down.He looked at his wife, Sarah, who was sitting next to Anna. She looked shaken. "I just wished that you could have told us about all this before," Sarah said, her voice breaking. "We could have h