Victor was standing right under the tree in front of Detective Reynolds's apartment. He had tracked him down to his house in Swagvile. He had his face cap on just to hide his identity a little bit, but the scorching sun wasn’t doing any good on his bare skin as he stood there and watched the yard for a while. The neighborhood in which Reynolds lived isn’t as sophisticated as Victor had thought it would be. Birds were chirping from the orange trees around the yard, and on one side stood a fully grown oak tree, spreading its roots and branches effortlessly. Victor surveyed the yard and scanned to see if anyone was watching him, even though he had been standing in the same spot for the past thirty minutes. The yard seemed much quieter than most areas of town. On the front porch of the building were two vases of giant Aloe Vera standing on both sides, with a long wooden bench standing in the center. He raved his eyes in the garage and found two cars, but one of them seemed abandoned. Vic
Reynolds stood on the front porch, wondering what audacity had made Victor show up at his house unannounced to try to bribe him. He laughed and shook his head at the temerity he had built over the years to think that a renowned and well-respected detective like Reynolds would set the tone for such foolishness.“I am way bigger than that change you came with." He murmured and went back into the house. He checked the gun again, knowing fully well that there was no bullet inside the gun. Reynolds smiled. At least he has a day or two to enjoy the house they made available for all the moments. He got into his apartment, dressed up fully, before leaving the house on his way out and placing a call to Reuben, his colleague. He looked at his car from a distance, and a white substance rested in between the windscreen and the glass. Reynolds rubbed his chin quickly as he walked forward to take a look before getting into his car. “The idiot left a note," I murmured to myself and pulled out the
The next morning, Reynolds got up from his bed and grabbed his towel immediately. He checked the raw time and murmured some words to himself. He sluggishly walked into the bathroom and got a quick shower, and the moment he got back from the bathroom, he was dressed in shabby-looking pants and a black shirt. He checked himself out in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. ‘This is just the perfect look I have been waiting for." He said this to himself and strapped a baseball cap over his head. He didn't need to go with his car, so he kept the keys in the drawer and locked it. He has vowed to get to the bottom of the whole investigation all by himself because he knows Reuben might as well do the opposite. He grabbed a little bag containing his phone and a few valuables and stepped out of the building. He took a long walk out to the estate's main gate before flagging down a taxi to take him to the central city. It's just a little distance from the warehouse where the goods were stock
Reynolds rested, and after a while, he went straight to the Warehouse. He had thought of going there the next day, but then he thought about having something at hand to walk with for the night. He stood by the roadside in his funny disguise and waved at a taxi he thought would take him there.“Parham’s Avenue”. He said this when the driver stopped in front of him.“That would be thirty bucks." The driver said that, and Reynolds quickly gave the man the money without hesitating. He had not used any public means of transportation for a very long time, but he had to do it so that he could come up with something tangible to deliver to Mr. Peter when he next met him. He had worked on worse cases of intent and deep murder, yet none of those tough cases had made him disguise the way he is doing for Peter’s case. Aside from the fact that he had boasted so much to Peter, he knows his onions around this detective job, and that is why, for years, he has not failed to bring tough perpetrators of
Reynolds sat there, waiting for the man to finish with the others so he could meet him in person. He had to act like the main person they thought him to be, even though he didn’t know who it was, and from the way the boss was acting, it reveals that he too doesn’t know the person he was bringing into the company.In less than an hour, the boss came again with a pair of safety boots and overalls. “Here is your uninformed. You might need it to protect your body when working, and make sure you don’t spoil anything before you leave here from work. I will deduct your pay." He warned again. Reynolds looked at him, his long fake-aged beards dangling as he moved his mouth.“Did you say something to me?’ he asked.“No, Mr. Luther," Reynolds answered that he got the man’s name from the name tag on his breast pocket. Within the last couple of minutes spent with this man, Reynolds can attest that the man was just a grumpy old man who likes to give others and expects them done in less than an hou
The whole saga made Reynolds sleep like a baby in his crooked room. He had asked the receptionist to keep an eye on his properties, but all of that didn't work. It was already eight p.m., as he should have been out seeking answers to his numerous questions. He laid back after a while and watched the city. He took off his mask and rested for a while. He came out of the room with the thought that they might as well invade his privacy again. He has nothing to worry about because he doesn't even have anything again. They raided his apartment, and now he is left with nothing but two sets of clothes.Downstairs, it was a different life altogether. The men had different game groups as well as discussion groups. Reynold looked at them for a while and decided to join a group. There were about four men in this group. Nothing mattered to him except the fact that he needed information as quickly as possible. He stood for a while and then decided to challenge one of the men.“I can bear you to stu
Reynolds mimicked Luther and his aggressive way of saying things. He got up and finished his portion for the day. He had to do all of this to distract his colleagues from raising their brows since he looked different from them. He had to do whatever he had planned as fast as possible because if he was caught here, he wouldn't get the desired result. He hurriedly mowed the grass and cleaned up all the instruments he used, then went on to harness his plans. He looked to the IT room from the back of the building. He peeped left and right, and when he was sure there was no one there, he went into the room.He turned on the computer, only to find out it had a passcode on it. From where he was, sir, he could see the entire factory and the people working in its different sections. Peter didn't bother to check what they were doing; all he wanted was the footage from the said dates. He suspects the criminals have entered the factory. He broke the passcode, and it was beginning to load. Then he
After a quick shower, Reynolds rushed off to the playground, where the others had been waiting for him to come and play the game. The moment he showed up, the crowd began to cheer for the victory of the previous day."Oh, my good friend is here, and today I shall teach him the ways of the old when it comes to chess.”“Be mindful of what you wish for, my dear friend," Reynolds spoke, his fake white beards dangling from side to side. They played the game for very long hours as no one of them was willing to quit for the other, and then at the last minute, Reynolds won again.This time, Pablo had put his one hundred dollars into a bet. Reynolds laughed hard and patted him on the shoulder. Pablo shook his hand off with all his strength and then fell back into heavy laughter."Man, you are a monster. Now I can believe that you are a lord when it comes to the game of chess. I will hand over the crown to you for as long as you are here." He told Reynolds, who was busy taking his drink. Reynol