The time had come for them to meet with Alicia. She called Abigail again and instructed her to ensure Phillips wasn't with them.Abigail was somewhat surprised; this behavior mirrored Damon's. What's the deal with them and Phillips? "That won't be a problem because he's not with us," Abigail replied."Good," Alicia said and hung up. Abigail had only agreed to work with Alicia because of Damon. Otherwise, she would have blocked Alicia's number the moment she called.Abigail, Fortune, Danny, and Dominic went to the school to meet with Alicia. She led them to the chemistry lab, where she pulled out her laptop from her backpack. Then, she connected a drive and played a video for them to watch.In the video, a figure covered in a large black material walked inside gently, as if sneaking in. The material got caught, revealing something golden embedded on their chest and by the waist – a gun. However, the video was blurry, making it impossible to discern the person's face."This looks like t
"We need to start asking questions: Where was the last place Damon was seen after the trial?" Alicia asked."Um, I didn't see him leave, but neither did we see Phillips too. He and his mother were both present," Abigail replied."We should go check the park. Maybe their security cameras caught something. It's possible that I can hack into it to retrieve videos, photos, or anything that can help," Dominic added."No, it's too risky to hack into a court's security system. Why don't we just ask my dad to retrieve it legally?" Alicia suggested."We don't have that kind of time. This is Damon we're talking about," Fortune said."Trust me, I know the implications of things like this. Let me ask my dad. Just give me time," they all contemplated for a while before agreeing to her plans.Alicia then went to her father's office to discuss with him. In the office, she saw Martha, Philip's mother. Not wanting her to know what they wanted to discuss, she whispered to her father to dismiss her. He,
In less than 24 hours. The FBI was already in the city carrying out investigations, the first thing they did was go to Alex’s school as they learned that he sent the voice message the night they won the championship. With the permission of the school, they began to question students whom they’ve learned are Alex’s known associates, including Fortune and the rest. “So you’re saying he gave his phone to this guy name Phillips and Phillips went home with it?” An agent name “Wood” asked. “Yes, I’m certain,” Alicia replied. “Are you saying that this Phillips person has something to do with Alex being missing?” Wood asked. “I’m not saying that, but we should try connecting the dots here, Alex went to get his phone from him and that was the last time he was heard of or seen.” Alicia explained. “Well, I suppose we’re gonna have to bring this Phillips person in for questioning, I’ve heard his name countless times in this investigation, a few kids said the same thing you said,” Wood said.
Allen, seated on a large chair in his house, contemplated who might have held his son hostage just to get back at him. He was so confused he didn’t know what to do. Just then, his assistant came in with a cup of coffee to help him relax.“Thanks,” he said as soon as he was served. Before sipping the coffee, he asked, “Hey James, do you think one of them has him?” He asked with concern.“I doubt that, sir. They wouldn’t do that; they’re not that dumb. Moreover, if they did, you’d know,” James, his assistant, assured.“Let’s just leave the investigation for the FBI. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be working with them. You know you’re already on their radar,” James added.“I know, but I’ll do anything for my son. They won’t get anything out of me,” Allen said and dismissed James. He then continued to contemplate. Shortly, James came in to announce that Wood was here to see him, to which he told him to allow Wood in.Wood came inside wearing a corporate suit. He walked gr
Wood decided to work with the local police. This time his focus was on Damon, who had recently gone missing. He was thinking that maybe the two of them had run away from society to be with themselves, to avoid criticism about their identity, but Allen had made it clear that it was bigger than that. On his way to the sheriff's office, Wood bumped into a beautiful lady. From the looks on her face, he could tell she was stressed out. Could she be Damon’s mother?“I’m so sorry, my bad,” Wood apologized.“It’s okay,” she said and proceeded, but he stopped her.“Excuse me, are you Damon’s mother?” he asked, getting her attention.He watched as her curiosity peaked and her eyes flashed with hope.“Yes, do you know my son? Have you seen him?” she asked.“That’s why I’m here. I’m Agent Wood. I work with the FBI, and we’re here for the ongoing case of Mr. Alex. During our investigation, we learned that your son also went missing a few days after Alex did,” Wood said.“I don’t even know when Ale
In the ominous hush of Richville's moonlit streets, pandemonium erupted on that fateful evening. The shrill, piercing wails of police sirens shattered the tranquility, sending shockwaves reverberating through the neighborhood. One solitary gunshot, like a sinister omen, shattered the stillness, heralding a night of unrelenting darkness.As the police vehicles converged on the scene, their crimson and blue lights cast eerie, ever-shifting shadows. Illuminated by the flashing lights, the tableau that unfolded before them was nothing short of macabre—a lifeless body sprawled on the unforgiving pavement. It was none other than Nate, a notorious 18-year-old student of Richville High.Chaos and commotion gripped the crime scene, as the police officers struggled to maintain a semblance of order among the gawking, anxious crowd. Amid the tumult, the sheriff and the seasoned investigator knelt beside Nate's lifeless form, their expressions etched with grim determination.After a meticulous exa
In the dimly lit chamber of Richville's Town Hall, a clandestine gathering unfolded. Mayor Samuel Grant, an influential figure himself, had summoned the town's nine founding families to discuss a grim matter—the untimely death of Nate. The air was thick with tension, and shadows danced ominously on the wood-paneled walls.The chamber filled with a silent anticipation as the town's most prominent figures took their seats, some accompanied by their partners. Here, in the heart of Richville, power lay not only in numbers but in old alliances forged through generations.Mayor Samuel Grant, his poise unwavering, surveyed the assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on this solemn occasion."As he spoke, the spotlight of attention fell upon the families in attendance:The Grants, with Mayor Samuel and his wife, Roberta.The Harringtons, led by Lucas Harrington and his wife, Margaret.The Worthingtons, represented by Charles Worthington and his wife, Eleanor.The Prestons, w
The booming music reverberated through the backyard, where everyone was dancing and cheering, fully immersed in the lively atmosphere. Damon, however, sat beside the pool, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant for anything unusual. He had a penchant for suspicion, always on the lookout for anyone not acting as they should.His trance was interrupted when Abigail settled down beside him. She greeted him with a warm smile. "Hey, stranger," she said.Damon turned to her, his curiosity piqued. "Why aren't you partying like the rest of them?" he inquired.Abigail deftly redirected the question back at him. "Well, I could ask you the same."Damon shrugged, leaning back a bit. "You know that's not my thing. I'd rather be on my couch playing video games right now."Abigail let out a sigh, her gaze fixed on the partygoers. "Well, I'd rather be beside my dad, telling him that everything's going to be okay and that this killer is going to be found."Damon raised an eyebrow. "Why aren