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
It couldn’t be true. How was this possible?Jain didn’t want to believe what she was seeing in the image. The face of Stanley dressed in black was on the screen. And on the rim of Lana’s glass was the bottle of option being held by his right hand. Jain felt she was refusing to believe the truth. But there were a lot of things that didn’t add up. Like how Stanley was left-handed and not right-handed. Her mind raced as she tried to put the puzzle pieces together. Her mind led her back to the first crime scene she had stepped into in Los Angeles. It was with Stanley, and he had been there on time. Stanley was always there on time. He always showed up earlier than her. Could that be why? He would perform the killing and would call everybody to arrive. Jain remembered Tristan’s crime scene. She had been at the precinct when Stanley had called her. When she got to the crime scene, Stanley had already been there. It was starting to make sense now. Her mind also took her back to the first
FOUR HOURS AGO. Miss Lopez watched the video once more to confirm her suspicion, and she could recognize those walking steps anywhere. She had worked in the Los Angeles police department for too long not to be able to recognize those footsteps. They could only belong to one person alone—Detective Stanley Rogers. Her heart was thumping fast as the realization hit her. Why would Stanley do such a thing? Miss Lopez hated the fact that she was right this time. She had some doubts when the first results from the analysis came out saying that the bullet was from a registered gun in this department. Why would Stanley make such an obvious error? Surely he must have known that he would be caught when the bullets were finally analyzed? Miss Lopez didn’t know what to think anymore. She was glad that Jain hadn’t told him about their discovery. He would have killed her too. It was only now that Miss Lopez understood why there were so many closed cases of the Valdez cartel. It had been so su
“What is it, son?” Mr. Lucius asked Rylan who was staring at the screen completely dumbfounded. Rylan opened his mouth to speak but now words could be fathomed. He was still in shock. Rylan had always been suspicious about Stanley. He never liked him from the start and he knew the feeling was mutual with Stanley. But there were so many questions running through his mind. Why would Stanley do this? And did Jain know about this? Even the video had some questionable scenarios like why Lana was looking at Stanley as he headed towards her. Back at the party, he had thought she was staring at the jazz band. But he was wrong. It seemed Lana knew Stanley was coming for her, and that shock must have glued her to the spot. Rylan took a step backward and began rubbing his chin. He was contemplating his next move. Should he tell Jain? He didn’t know. He pulled out his phone and went to the speed dial. He dialed Jain’s number and placed the phone on his ear. The line rang but no one picked it