After Bruce agreed to solve the locket, treasure and serial killer case, he shrugged and picked up the detective persona. The distraught man before him sat anxiously, clutching the briefcase in his hands.Bruce approached the man and sat in the spot where he last stood, his eyes filled with determination and empathy. "My name is Detective Liam Payne, and I'm here to assist you in finding your family heirloom. May I ask your name, please?"The man glanced up, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and sorrow. "My name is Jonathan Cartwright," he replied, his voice trembling.Bruce nodded, noting the significance of the locket. "Mr Cartwright, could you provide me with some background information about your family name and the treasures you spoke of? How are you connected to the treasures that have been locked away?"Jonathan took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before he began. "The Cartwright family has a long and storied history. We were once prominent landowners in the early days
Bruce parked his car near the old Cartwright estate, the engine humming to a halt. As he stepped out, he felt a strange silence in his head, an eerie void where thoughts usually raced. It unsettled him like a fog obscuring his clarity. He knew the silence only meant a thing - that he still had more time. Walking up the path, Bruce reached the front door and was taken by the guards. Guarded through the same old oath, and then down into a basement, Bruce came face to face with Pa Jonathan for the second time. Pa Jonathan Cartwright, a weathered old man with a stern expression, greeted him with a warm smile. "Pa Jonathan, I've been doing some digging on the site," Bruce began, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I haven't found anything concrete yet. And time is running out."Pa Jonathan's eyes flickered with a mix of concern and resignation. "Thank you, Agent Payne. I had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy. A smart mind is involved," he replied. "But there's something you should kn
Bruce sat in the club that was given in the inscription. His heart pounded in his chest as he expected to be met anytime soon. The walls were adorned with flickering diverse lights, blurring the spot from any clear view. He nervously adjusted the collar of his coat, feeling the soft touch of the black feather against his fingertips to know if it was still there. It was his identity.The hat on his head also added an air of mystery, shielding his face from prying eyes that would know him as Agent Liam Payne. As he took a deep breath, Bruce summoned the courage to order a drink from the bartender. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, momentarily draining his tension and distracting him from the imminent danger that lurked in the shadows.He scanned the room, his eyes darting from face to face, searching for any sign of the serial killer who had given him this eerie rendezvous. He that he was somewhere looking at him. The minutes stretched into an eternity as Bruce's anticip
The day was bright with the sun up in the sky, casting its glow into the room, however, Bruce's day was cloaked in darkness, mirroring the uncertainty that lingered in Bruce's mind. He had spent countless hours immersed in thoughts of Robert the serial killer, whose sinister words still haunted him.After some hours, he delved deep into Robert Lawson's online history, Bruce discovered the chilling truth that Robert had been masquerading as a reporter all along. It was a clever cover, one that no one would suspect.Robert Lawson, the well-respected reporter who had been relentlessly pursuing the Riptide case for years, had become the very embodiment of the serial killer he sought to apprehend. Cooking up a cat-and-mouse story while he was both. A perverse irony that only heightened Bruce's fear and suspicion. He understood that refusing to play along would lead to his demise, but he yearned to discover how far he could push the limits before Robert turned on him.Waves of anxiety washe
According to Riptide's request, Bruce followed to the homicidal scene and they walked in. The chilly night air filled the desolate site, adding an eerie ambience to the already grim atmosphere. Bruce, determined but cautious, walked a few steps behind Riptide, his eyes fixed on the mysterious figure. He couldn't trust Riptide completely, sensing a lurking danger that could arise from behind. Riptide had exposed his aim to hunt Agent Payne in the past and he could still do it. Feeling Bruce's scepticism, Riptide turned to face him, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I know you're being cautious, Agent Payne," he began, his voice laced with a hint of sinister amusement, "but I've had agents as my victims in the past. If I want to play with you, I know exactly how to do it – not by bringing you here on your terms. We are partners, believe!"Bruce nodded, digesting Riptide's words carefully. The killer had a reputation for being cunning and elusive, never leaving a trace
The following day, as Bruce had planned, he placed a call to Riptide and he was given another club as their rendezvous. The club buzzed with the murmurs of conversation and the distant sound of music. Bruce sat at a corner table, casting occasional glances towards the entrance as he waited for Riptide to arrive.Finally, Riptide joined Bruce on his table and sat before him. He appeared in his masquerading attire as a reporter with a briefcase, a camera around his neck and some sheets of paper.With a slight nod, he approached the table, taking a seat across from him. The dim lighting played upon Riptide's face, emphasizing his mysterious demeanour.Bruce cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Good to see you, Agent Payne. Thanks for agreeing to meet."Bruce's voice carried a low, steady tone. "Likewise, Riptide. I'm always open to intriguing propositions." Bruce leaned back, his eyes locked with Riptide's. "I've been thinking about this alliance, and I believe we have the potentia
Riptide sat in his van, parked in the silent darkness of the garage. His hands rested firmly on the wheel as he dialled Luke Cartwright's number.After a few rings, Luke ended the call abruptly. Riptide understood that Luke must have been busy and waited patiently for his return call. It was his style, a way to keep secrets from his family. A short while later, Luke called back and Riptide wasted no time in answering the call. "Luke, I have obtained crucial information about the map that you have been searching for."Riptide also informed Luke that he was currently at the garage. Without hesitation, Luke replied that he would come immediately.As Riptide patiently waited for Luke's arrival, he decided to place a call to Bruce. Bruce answered the call, and Riptide wasted no time in relaying the news of Luke's impending arrival. He made it clear that he expected Bruce to fulfil his part by attempting to locate the map as soon as possible.Just five minutes later, Luke's figure appeared
The room was cloaked in an air of anticipation, more silence hanging heavily in the dimly lit space. Bruce and Riptide, donning matching cat masks, stood as sentinels, their gaze fixed on Luke Cartwright, who was slowly regaining consciousness. The resounding click of Luke's awakening jolted him back to reality.Awareness flooded Luke's senses after a twitch and he opened his eyes. His visions were blurred and he instinctively tried to bring his hands to his face, only to be met with the resistance of tightly bound restraints.Panic gripped him, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum determined to break free. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the presence of Riptide and another unidentified figure."What! Where am I?" Luke asked. Riptide, with a sinister smile curling on his lips, spoke in a low, measured tone, betraying the simmering intensity that lay beneath his calm demeanour. "Agent Payne, Luke is awake," he declared, his eyes locked onto Luke's face. Bruce's