Dr. Mathew Meyers walked through the underground parking lot of the hospital as he headed toward his vehicle. It was quiet and he could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing through the parking lot. His heart was thumping hard against his ribs. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but here he was. In his hands was a black briefcase which seemed important to him because he held it tight against his chest. His eyes caught something a few feet away from him; his vehicle. He smiled and approached it. Dr. Meyers jammed the key into the lock and opened the door, stepping into the car hurriedly. He couldn’t get caught here. If he did, he would be in so much trouble. He ignited his car and reversed out of his parking space. As he looked up at his rear mirror, he caught a figure standing behind his vehicle. The figure was dressed in a black suit and had a black mask concealing his identity. His heart squeezed in fright as the realization hit him. He had been caught!Dr. Meyers switched the gear
Williams had found him. The Doctor who had been in charge of his mother’s postnatal care. He was the man Rylan blamed for killing his mother. Rylan was in his study room looking into his mother’s death when he got the call from Williams. He hadn’t seen Williams since last night and thought he had gone back to New York for a few days to stay with Arlene. Rylan and her hadn’t spoken much even after they had made up. He was focused on finding his parents, and she had given him the space that he needed. Now, he was stuck in a dilemma. “Where are you?” Rylan asked. Williams told him the location, and he rose from the desk immediately. There was no way he was going to let him get away. Williams had sworn to find him, and he did. Rylan had thought he had said it that night to make him feel better, but it had been a promise. A promise he had kept. “I’m on my way,” Rylan said and hung up the phone. He looked at the files on his desk and closed them. When it was time he understood everythi
SOLANA BEACH, SAN DIEGO. Detective Jain Reynolds watched the water splurge onto the beach stopping a few inches from her feet. She was standing on the beach with her hands shoved in the pockets of her brown leather jacket. The sunset looked beautiful as she watched it through the shades she wore. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail making her look gorgeous. Jain wondered why she was there. She had come for one purpose alone—Nostalgia. It wasn’t the next emotion to hold on to. After having a series of nightmares, she felt it was next she came back to make peace with herself. A lot was going on in her mind, and she didn’t know what else to do. Maybe it was best, she came back here. But that was a terrible idea for her. As the waves came crashing towards the beach once more, a warm memory sparked her mind. Jain could remember bringing Hope here on weekends to play. This used to be one of her favorite spots, and that was why she was here. She was hoping to a
As Rylan gazed at the man tied to a chair, he could feel the anger rushing through his veins. He had never felt this way before. He was convinced that his man here was the one who had murdered his mother, and he was going to make sure that he was going to pay for that. “They say that doctors are healers,” Rylan said as he walked towards. “In earlier days of man, people thought that illness was a punishment from God and that Doctors were angels sent from God himself to redeem them.”Dr. Meyers was trembling as he watched Rylan walk towards him. This was the man he feared because of Arlene. They had ruined his life. From having a good job, a stable income, and a loving family, he became jobless, broke, and lost his family. And he owed that all to Arlene. She had made his life terrible and unbearable. Only because of a small misunderstanding. That had taught him a lesson—Never mess with a Daystar. “Isn’t that right, Doctor?” Rylan asked. Dr. Meyers didn’t know what to say. He was tre
The sound of the doorbell made Rylan nervous. He walked towards it rubbing his hands in the hope that it would wash away the anxiety he felt also. The phone call he had gotten after finding out that his mother was dead and that his father had taken her body away made him feel this way. Rylan didn’t even have the file to process the news he had gotten. Things were moving too fast just like this one. There was a feeling like lingering around which made him uncomfortable. He felt like something bad was about to happen—something terrible, but he didn’t care. As long as he had his team with him, there was nothing to be afraid of. The doorbell went again and Rylan rushed to the door. He knew who that was. So when he held the doorknob, he sighed before swinging it open. The door revealed Detective Reynolds. Rylan flashed her a smile. Jain was feeling nervous about this. She felt she was making a bad idea, but there was nothing wrong with that. Going back to San Diego had turned out to be
Rylan didn’t know that Jain would be willing to let him know the truth. He had done his research on her. Her daughter had been murdered by the Valdez cartel, and the suspect she had proposed was Carlos Borges who was now in town. He wondered how she had felt when she heard the news. Carlos Borges was after him now, and it came as a surprise that he was working with the McCulloughs. It was something he had never expected. They had teamed up to take him, and so far they had been successful—maybe a little. He understood why Jain wanted to work with him. They all had a common enemy—Carlos Borges and also the serial killer. If the McCulloughs could work together with Borges and be successful, then there was a possibility of both of them getting the case solved. “It all started five years ago,” Jain began as she sipped her cup. “I was simply an officer who had a daughter when I was younger. Just before I joined the academy. My mother wasn’t particularly happy with the fact that I ha
Detective Jain Reynolds was confused so she watched herself being dragged into a room by Miss Lopez. She had just arrived at the precinct, and already she was being summoned by her. As they stepped into the lab, Miss Lopez looked around one more time before shutting the windows. Jain was surprised by this. What was wrong this time? Perhaps she had found another clue?Miss Lopez came to Jain who was looking at her confused. Jain shoved her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket as she waited for Miss Lopez to explain what was going on. “What is it?” She asked. “Have you found anything yet?” Miss Lopez asked. “Any clue on who the murderer is?”Jain shook her head. She reached into her pocket and brought out a phone, handing it over to Miss Lopez. It was Tristan’s phone. She had refused to hand it over to Stanley. This was personal to her, and she was happy that Miss Lopez was with her. Without her help, she wouldn’t have gotten this far. “Whose is this?”“That’s Tristan Monreal’
The pieces of the puzzles were set. All Detective Jain Reynolds had to do was place them accordingly. Only then would she find the answers she seemed. That was her task as she sat down behind her desk going through the cases one more time. Miss Lopez had opened her eyes a few hours ago. She had shown her a clue she had been missing the whole time. There was a possibility that the killer could also be the person who had poisoned Lana. The cases all seemed connected. So what was missing?That was what Jain was looking at. The first body, Dylan Veeschoris, had been found in the apartment. A gunshot wound to the head and another on the chest. Jain could remember the blood all splattered on the wall which signified that he had died from a gunshot wound to the chest, and the headshot was simply a confirmation from the killer. Tristan had died through the same means—a gunshot wound to the head. It meant that it was one killer. They were the same. And the killer was right-handed. The same