Detective Jain Reynolds looked at the body of Stanley Rogers lying motionless on the floor with half of his brains spread before his corpse. He was finally gone. The man who had killed her daughter and had made her life miserable. She hadn’t been able to pull the trigger. She had been given the opportunity by Rylan, but she had failed. Stanley would have killed her if Rylan hadn’t acted faster. She owed him her life twice in one night. Her eyes went to him who was still holding the gun and looking down at the body of her partner. It seemed he was trying to digest the fact that he had killed him. But that didn’t mean anything. They were both safe, and that was soon what mattered. It turns out that working with Rylan had been the best plan she could come up with. Rylan finally looked up at Jain. He still was in disbelief. Jain had a clear shot at Stanley but she couldn’t bring herself to kill him. After working for so many years searching for her daughter’s killer she couldn’t bring h
Dayton Veeschoris drummed his hands on the dashboard impatiently as they headed toward Tristan’s house. He was scared that they were too late and that something bad had happened to Rylan. Maybe he was dead already and Stanley was on the run. Dayton dreaded that. He hated that such a thought came into his mind. Lieutenant Wesley who was driving as fast as he could was growing impatient with Dayton drumming the dashboard. It was disrupting his focus. If what he heard was true, then Stanley was a criminal. Lieutenant Wesley still had his doubts. To be honest, he hadn’t believed the words he had said to him until they got to Frederick’s house. When Frederick didn’t try to resist, it was only then he came out shocked. Frederick was in one of the cars following them as they headed towards Beverly Hills. It was 2 am, and Lieutenant Wesley hadn’t predicted his day to turn out this way. He had hoped that it would be another lazy day, and it had just been that until he had heard the news of M
Lieutenant Wesley watched Jain being helped out of the porch. She wasn’t wearing her brown leather jacket which made it hard to tell that it was her. She was relieved that she was still alive. Dayton had been telling the truth the whole time. She looked a mess as she headed towards him. There was a cloth wrapped below her bleeding arm. This came as a shock to the Lieutenant. She was hurt. “Detective Reynolds,” he said. “You’re alright.”As Jain arrived at the cars, Lieutenant Wesley smiled at her. Jain could only give him a weak smile in return. Lieutenant Wesley wasn’t pleased to see her bleeding arm. “We need to get that checked.”A male paramedic stepped out of the crowd of care and walked towards Jain. “Detective. Please come with me.”Dayton held her brow jacket as Jain walked away with the paramedics. He was left alone with Lieutenant Wesley who didn’t seem pleased by that. Dayton smiled at the Lieutenant. Williams had saved all their asses tonight. He was the real hero, and
“You’re okay,” Jain said as Rylan came towards her. He flashed her a warm smile and she could feel her stomach churn in response. “Were you worried about me?” He asked. Jain rolled her eyes. “Don’t push your luck.” Rylan chuckled at that. “Are you guys going to put me to sleep or you’re going to kiss already?” Lana, who was standing by Rylan asked. They had both forgotten that she was with them. Rylan was gripping her by the elbow waiting to hand her over to the cops. As the cops came, he handed her over to them. Lana walked away as they handcuffed her and she headed towards one of the cars. Jain and Rylan were now alone. Rylan looked like a mess. His face was covered with sweat and his dark brown hair was pasted to his forehead because of the sweat. His amber eyes were dull and he looked exhausted. His dress wasn’t any different. She could remember that he had torn off his sleeve to stop the bleeding on her gun wound. The wound had now been successfully stitched
Carlos Borges was sitting on the armchair by the fireplace. He tapped his foot impatiently on the floor with a glass of scotch in his hand as he waited for the news that didn’t seem to be coming. It was almost dawn, and he hadn’t gotten a word from either Lana or Stanley. They were supposed to be done with Rylan and Jain now, but nothing came. Just over five hours ago, he had received a call from Lana telling him of the predicament of their current situation. Jain had found out about Stanley and Rylan was on his way to end him. She had gone there too to make sure the plan didn’t fall apart. Carlos had been furious that the plan had been put in limbo. It had all turned sour in the pace of twenty-four hours. He had hoped they would save it and everything would still go on as planned, but that didn’t seem likely to happen. “Any word?” Seth asked behind him. Carlos shook his head. Seth had been at his place for the past forty-eight hours and he wondered when he was going to head back
A black Lamborghini swerved into the driveway of Carlos Borges’ estate and came to a halt. The front door swung open and Rylan Daystar stepped out of the car. He looked tattered dressed in his once white undershirt with one sleeve turned out. His back hair was ruffled and his cheeks were soiled with dirt. He looked like he had come out of a train wreck. That was not far from a fact considering all that had happened in the last ten hours. The other figure who stepped out of the car was Detective Jain Reynolds. She looked to be in much better shape than Rylan. Although she was minorly injured, she had forced herself to be here. She had been shot by Lana and had gotten the wound stitched up, but it seemed the pills they had given her to silence the pain were dying off. She could feel every bit of pain in her arm as she stood beside Rylan. It was twilight now and the sun would soon sneak through the horizon. Rylan wanted to get this file as soon as possible. There were a lot of things h
Rylan Daystar gripped his shoulder as he winced in pain. He was lucky that it was only a scratch, but it hurt so much. Rylan’s mind was racing. He seemed to be forgetting something. And then, it hit him. Jain! His eyes went across the room and he found her lying by one of the couches, writhing in pain. It seemed she had landed on her stitched arm. Rylan blamed himself for bringing her here. She should have stayed in the car, but she was just too stubborn to listen to him. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” Carlos sang as he sauntered through the room. Jain managed to get on her feet quietly and she turned to Rylan who was now sitting behind the couch, panting. Their eyes met and he smiled weakly at her. Then, he told her to hush with his finger and she nodded. Carlos’s footsteps were getting louder. It seemed he was heading towards him. Rylan could feel his heart thumping. His hand was firmly gripped by his gun. All he had to do was take a peek to know where Carlos was. And s
There were situations Detective Jain Reynolds never thought she would be in after she had joined the police force. And one of those situations was being used as a bargaining chip at gunpoint. But as she felt the grip of Carlos Borges’s elbow on her neck, she couldn’t help but feel clueless that she had messed up by lunging in without thinking properly. And not only had she put herself in a difficult position, but also her current partner, Rylan Daystar. The man she had hated so much. Jain had always wanted to get her hands open with Carlos Borges. Ever since she had realized that he was the man behind the crimes in San Diego and also the man behind her daughter’s murder, she had always wanted to get her hands on him. Well, presently that didn’t seem to be the case. This wasn’t the ending she had predicted. Rylan was lost on what to do. He was raking his king for solutions, but nothing came. He could hear the sound of the sirens now, he was pretty sure that Carlos Borges heard it too