Detective Tom's hands flipped the pages faster. The next information displayed Hawk's personal life. It stated that he was divorced but had a child. Where is the child now? It also mentioned that he has a mother. Is his mother still alive? The remaining information was also useless to the detective because it only contained analysis about Hawk's job. Detective Tom closed the file when he reached the last page. He realized two things. There was not a single picture of Hawk in the file. There wasn't any personal, valid information about his address in the file. Did James not request for these two vital information when the file was being prepared? Besides, the file gave off the impression of Hawk having a good office relationship with his colleagues and his boss... Why then was he detained? Why did a large load of criminal records spring up on him all of a sudden? Detective Tom looked at the file in his hand. The file has caused him to reason if those criminal records of Hawk that w
The room shivered from the freezing atmosphere. The sounds of fingers tapping the keyboard grew rapidly. The officers were even more pressured to give officer Joe a satisfactory answer. They didn't dare to sit straight which ended up causing their backs to be in a stiff position. Officer Joe's eyes reddened as he panted in anger. He felt like he had just ran a 200-meters race with the way he screamed just now. He managed to calm himself and walked round the room, from one seat to the other. The officers were sweating profusely given the intense pressure his presence cast on them. Just when he was on the third row, an officer suddenly shouted excitedly. His loud voice filled with relief,"Boss, I found it!" Before officer Joe could take a step forward to the subordinate that had just spoken, another officer called out,"Me too!" Then another and another... Till every officer in the room had spoken. They all seemed to have found the location at once. Officer Joe stopped in h
Detective Tom looked at Leo like he had grown double heads. "What the f* Are you saying?" He asked incredulously. "It's her right. She has to know." "But her mental state isn't really strong right now to handle all this!" Leo snapped irritably. "You know... The Heaven I used to know before all this was so tough, haughty, bratty and spoiled." Detective Tom kept quiet. "Then what happened? You guys should have left her at the hospital. The doctor mentioned it but you all were so adamant to get her out of there." Leo brushed his hair with his fingers. "That place isn't safe for her. In Fact, nowhere is safe for her. I allowed her to go out for just a few hours today and she was attacked. Almost abducted." "Attacked? Today?," Detective Tom inquired. His demeanor turned serious. "We really have to act fast. The murderer won't stop till he or she gets whatever they want." Leo's eyes snapped open. "You also think there's something this murderer wants right!?" He sounded relieved.
"Don't fret," Detective Tom's calm voice broke into the chain of thoughts in Leo's head. "The camera is from the station. I bet Joe must have planted more cameras in other departments too." His voice grew lower so he literally whispered the last words. Leo's eyes turned cold. Joe is keeping tabs on the wrong person. He notices the discerning look detective Tom cast in his way. The latter was simply thinking, it's quite evident that Leo has nothing to do with James' murder. He'd also studied psychology in school and had a fair knowledge of reading people— body language. He's been observing Leo from the onset. He is willing to bet that the latter has nothing to do with the murder. The sooner officer Joe realizes this, the faster it would be for them to catch the main culprit. "Fine... Since you don't want us to go back to your office, though I'll suggest not hiding this away from her... Let's go somewhere else. You can call Jake there and I'll question him myself," Detective Tom sug
"You know too much," Hawk uttered those familiar words again. The next sound that resounded in the room was someone cocking a gun. The hoodlum fell face flat and pleaded for mercy,"One more chance boss. I've pledged my loyalty to you since you found me. I'll never rattle you out." Hawk pointed the gun at him and shot it. The hoodlum gasped in pain. In that dire minute, he turned and lifted his face with great difficulty. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the clear image of the man in front of him. Hawk gave a crooked smile and fired the gun several times till the guard's eyes rolled backwards. During the hoodlum's last minute of consciousness, he couldn't help but think— no wonder... Even though they had been working with Hawk for years, none of them had even seen his real face. No wonder, when they'd come to visit him every single time, it was always in the dark. No wonder, despite his horrible escapades, he manages to escape the cops every single time... It's becaus
'I won't be able to come today,' the words kept resounding in her head. She could almost see the nonchalant way in which he had sent the message. Her lips opened slightly as she panted in anger. Why didn't he say that earlier when she sent the picture of the meals to him? How was she going to finish so many dishes!? Besides, he kept mentioning something that came up... What could that be? Valerie looked at the messages on her phone again and suddenly felt suspicious. What's he hiding? Could it possibly be that he is trying to hide his problems from her? She had watched the news on the airplane on her way here and Greene's conglomerate future wasn't looking too good according to the news. Even the family was said to be experiencing great difficulty. Valerie took one look at the chefs running around and walked to the kitchen. She instructed them gently to stop preparing any more meals and to pack up the ones they have already cooked, so that they should be disposed of. The
Even though he was intrigued to ask, he didn't say anything. He simply gave detective Tom an observant look as the latter brought out a notepad to jot down some things. "Well, I remember the janitor has worked here for almost a decade. When the late chairman mentioned to get him an assistant to take some load off his shoulder, he refused. I thought it was strange then. The man was clearly old but he didn't want to resign nor did he want an assistant," He started. Detective Tom nodded to show he was listening and penned down some words on the notepad. "His name was John... What was his last name again?," Jake raked his hair trying to remember while detective Tom gave him an expectant look. He suddenly remembered and blurted out,"Yes. His name was John Heinrich. But most employees call him old John." The pen in detective Tom's hands shook. For f* sake!? Another Heinrich? First, it was Hawk Heinrich and now John Heinrich? Why did the chairman get so tangled with people bea
It was already sunset when a police convoy disrupted the lonely atmosphere of the deserted slum area. Stray cats fled at this sudden appearance. A few eyes gleamed in the dark. When the cops began to step out one after the other, the sounds of footsteps hurrying away followed. The cops exchanged a look as they began to scrunch their noses, some even covered theirs because of the horrible scent the environment was emitting. "Sir, is it too late to turn back?," One of the officers asked officer Joe who moved to the front to lead them. The latter looked irritated by that question because he gave the officer that asked the question a harsh look. "Weren't you the ones that dug out the address?" The officer swallowed his words, nodded and moved backwards. He thought when officer Joe mentioned the fact that they got the address at the same time was suspicious, they weren't going to check the location anymore. Who would have known that after just a phone call, he changed his mind and a