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
It was 6 pm on a Sunday, and the RichVille High soccer team, RichVille FC, was warming up for their match, scheduled to begin in an hour. They were engaging in fitness exercises and mental preparation to ensure they were ready for the game. Fortune asked Damon if he had given the sheriff the phone, to which he confirmed. "What's going to happen now?" Fortune inquired. Damon replied, stating that he had no idea and preferred not to dwell on it, as he needed to be mentally prepared for the match.An hour later, the field was filled with enthusiastic spectators, and the match was set to commence. Cheers and support echoed from both schools as they rallied behind their respective teams. The commentator announced the exciting match-up between RichVille FC and Rivers FC, highlighting the talent and determination displayed by both high school teams throughout the season. It was a perfect evening for soccer, promising an action-packed game. The referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of
Tension hung heavy in the air following Alex's bold claim that he had evidence implicating Danny as the murderer. Abigail couldn't quite wrap her head around what she had just heard; it was a gutsy statement. "What do you know?" she asked, her tone tinged with disbelief. Alex thought it best to take the discussion somewhere more discreet and led them to the locker room before spilling the beans."On the Tuesday night we were celebrating our victory, I asked Phillips to film it because I wanted to share it on my social media," he began. He went on to recount the ongoing hostility between Nate and Danny after their brawl at school the next day, marked by intense glares. According to Alex, Diana was Nate's crush, and he suspected that Nate saw Danny getting too close to her as payback. "So, on Thursday, he invited me to go to Diana's house," Alex continued.Abigail interrupted, seeking clarification, "What was the purpose?" Alex replied, "That's a good question." He explained how they di
Laura found herself immersed in a barrage of police questions regarding Diana’s mysterious death. It was she who had discovered the lifeless body, entering the hospital ward with an uneasy feeling. She knew something was amiss. Carefully, she tapped Diana a few times, her heart sinking as she confirmed the absence of a pulse and a heartbeat. With a heavy heart, she alerted the hospital staff to record the time of death.Amid the relentless police inquiries, Laura did her best to answer their questions. She chose, however, to leave out the detail that her son and the sheriff’s daughter had been the last individuals seen with Diana in the ward aside from the medical team.The sheriff arrived at the hospital and promptly requested a private conversation. Laura led him to her office, where they began discussing the pressing matter.“How did she die, and why was it already in the news?” the sheriff demanded, his voice laced with urgency.“A friend of hers paid a visit this morning and poste