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
“So when can I get it?” Rylan asked. He was standing at the fireplace with a glass of scotch in his hand and with a phone in his ear. “It’s going to take about twenty-four hours,” the voice replied on the other end of the line. “Splendid. Get back to me soon.”“Will do, sir.”And with that, the line went dead. Rylan sighed and shoved the phone back into his pocket taking a sip of his scotch. The fire was warm and crackling. There was a lot on his mind. Something bad was about to happen, and that was he was feeling both queasy and anxious. He didn’t know what it was, but he could feel it in his guts. And his guts never lied. The door swung open and Lana stepped into the house. Rylan turned around to face her and arched a questionable eyebrow at her. Lana paused when she saw Rylan. “Where have you been?” He asked. Lana clenched her jaws as she walked up to him. Her facial expression confused Rylan. She seemed infuriated by something. “I was out looking for answers,” she replied.
Seth Mannen was in disbelief as he sat before the fireplace recollecting what had just happened. It was confusing at first, but yeah he began to make sense. There were a lot of things Seth didn’t know until tonight. It seemed Carlos had been planning this for a long time. Seth couldn't believe that Carlos had chosen to keep him in the dark for that long. It made him pissed, but there was burning he could do about it. Before him stood Carlos who was making a phone call. Big things were about to happen. Soon, they would get rid of Rylan Daystar, and then he would have his revenge. Not only his revenge but what was rightfully his—half of his properties. Rylan had destroyed the only thing that mattered to him most. And that had been his casino. He had watched Rylan tear it down to pieces like it didn’t mean anything to him. Well, it didn’t because he hadn’t built it from scratch like he had. Seth had watched his casino grow from nothing to the joy of the city. It was incomparable to w
A black sedan pulled over on the lawn of Tristan’s mansion and Detective Jain Reynolds stepped out of the car. She had her phone in her hand as she tried calling Stanley but there was no response. What the hell could he be doing? There were a lot of questions he had to answer, like why he had chosen to shut down all the cases that were related to the cartel. It made no sense to Jain. Jain shoved the phone into her pocket after trying his line one more time. She knew that she was going to find her answer here. This was where it had all climaxed. If there was ever going to be an answer, it was going to be here.When she had first seen Stanley’s name appear in the files, it made no sense. There were a lot of things that couldn’t make Stanley the killer. First of all, he was left-handed, while the killer was right-handed. The evidence didn’t match. Jain walked onto the porch and swung the door open. It creaked which made a spooky sound. The insides were dark, and Jain didn’t like it.
Rylan Daystar had his hands on his head as he sat on the couch. The anxiety that had gripped him was getting more intense. He was also waiting for the feedback from the man he had been talking to on the phone. Without that phone call, there was nothing he could do. All he had to do was wait, but Rylan was against that. A few hours ago, he had been drunk and had thrown a tantrum, making Lana feel bad in the process. They hadn’t spoken since then and it made Rylan uneasy. He wasn’t sure Lana was going to forgive him easily for what he had done to her. Well, he didn’t expect her to. He had yelled at her and had almost molested her if Williams hadn’t stepped in on time. He was grateful for that. If Williams hadn’t arrived on time, Rylan feared he would have her Lana badly. Being sober was a blessing, and Ryan decided to stay that way. No amount of negative emotions would let him overdrink again. The last few days had been terrible for him. He had been scammed a huge sum of money by his
“What are you thinking about?” Frederick McCullough asked his daughter. Karen was seated quietly at his desk while he paced around the room. It hadn’t been long since they had returned from the meeting with Carlos Borges. A lot had been revealed there, and it left both of them baffled. Especially Karen who was quiet throughout their journey home. Frederick was worried when she barely spoke. It meant she was thinking about something. Either something was out of place, or she was thinking of another strategy. Frederick felt it was the former. “It doesn’t make any sense,” Karen said. Frederick paused and looked at her. “What?”Karen looked up at her father. He was dressed in a white undershirt with his sleeves rolled up. They were still dressed from the meeting. At first, it had been a celebration to mark their victory over Rylan. It had been their first win in over five years and therefore had to celebrate it. There was something Carlos had told Karen at the meeting at was still st
Rylan stepped out of his black Lamborghini. He was standing before a video game store. This was where he was going to meet the man he had been on the phone with earlier this morning. This man had the answers to his questions. It was time he knew everything. The sunset was beautiful and was slowly fading away. Rylan could feel twilight creeping up on the town. He had to hurry before it was too late. Maybe if he got the information on time to Jain, it would make things easier. They could regroup and map out a new plan. Rylan clenched his jaws before stepping into the store. The bell above the door rang and he closed the door behind him. Rylan walked into the store and realized that it was empty. There was no one at the counter either. Was this a trick?Rylan looked at his phone and tried to phone the man, but immediately, a door behind the counter opened and the man stepped out. It was a man in his late forties–a technical engineer. Rylan knew him very well. The man walked slowly t