Detective Jain Reynolds stepped out of her Acura in a brown overcoat. She placed her hands in her pockets and walked towards the scene. There was an emergency call that hit her phone while she was in the hot tub, and she had to rush down there. As she walked towards the scene which was now surrounded by police cars, two ambulances, a fire truck, and a yellow tape surrounding the scene, she tried to picture what she was staring at. It took her some time to realize that it was a club. Its walls were filled with holes and there were shells from bullets scattered around the entrance of the club. Jain showed her badge to the officer in charge before walking past the yellow tape. As she walked towards the club’s entrance, she was met by Stanley. He was still dressed in the attire she had left him in at the precinct. He must have been working late at night. His sandy brown hair looked disheveled, and his eyes looked like he had run a marathon. “Jain. Glad you could make it,” he said as he
Rylan Daystar, Jain muttered. She was looking at a big file now which was before her. On the file was information about Rylan which she was forced to read. Tonight was the first time she had heard of Rylan Daystar, and when she ran through his file, she was surprised that she had never come across his name before. She was at the station now, and the hot tub she had craved an hour ago seemed unimportant. There was a lot that was going on in Los Angeles that she knew little about. There was more to Rylan Daystar than met the eye. If she hadn’t gone through his file, she would have never found out. Across her sat Stanley. He was smoking a cigarette with his legs on his desk. He seemed relaxed by all these. Mrs. Lopez was in her office checking the bullet shells if they would match any of the recent crimes that had been committed. She knew the Valdez cartel all too well. They had a specific type of ammunition which they never seemed to change. It was incriminating, but they never seemed
Jain swung the door of her apartment and stepped into it. She took off the brown gun holster which hung on her hip and placed it on the table close by. Tonight had been one hell of a night. It made her review her decision to move to Los Angeles. Rylan was hiding vital information from the police. Information that could help in the capture of The Valdez cartel. Whatever it was, she was going to get to the bottom of it. She slumped on the couch with a sigh of relief. She was exhausted from the night. Stanley wouldn't lend her a hand in her pursuit of Rylan. He probably felt it would be a wasted effort just as she had been told when she had been on The Valdez cartel case. That had been a long time ago. When she was still working in San Diego County. She could still remember her experience there like it was still yesterday. Jain had been a young naive police officer who had been caught up mistakenly in one of the webs of the cartel. She had been investigating a bank robbery that had be
Frederick McCullough was sauntering the room with his hands behind him. He was nervous as he waited for information. Before him were his children, Edward, Eve, and Karen. They all watched him walk in circles. He was letting his anxiety get the best of him. Frederick couldn’t believe that Edward had made a deal with the Valdez cartel. That had been a terrible idea. Federick had tried so hard to stay away from them. The drug trafficking scheme still haunted him to this day, and he thought he had finally buried it. Now, he had lost his company to it and now his family name was being sustained with them once more. Frederick knew that Ernesto would be happy to see Edward. He had worked so hard to try to convince Frederick to come back, but Fredrick had blatantly refused. That didn’t stop him though. Ernesto had promised to expose his secret to the world which had frightened Frederick, but it had turned out to be a mere bluff. As he recalled this, he wondered if that was where Rylan had go
The huge computer screen lit up Rylan’s face as he gazed at them. He was still dressed in his white undershirt which had countless stains on them. After making sure everybody was safe, he left the club and returned home to find out who was behind the shootout. The video from the camera caught sight of many gunmen coming down from two vans just before gunning down his club. Rylan leaned back on his hair and sighed. He had been trying to track down the vans, but couldn’t. The cameras hadn’t caught sight of the plate numbers when they had arrived, and they had been destroyed during the shootout. It was pointless, and it made Rylan frustrated. There was no iota of sleep in his eyes. He was wide awake and active as he tried to trace down the men who had wreaked havoc on his club. If there was one thing Rylan was sure of, it was Frederick McCullough being behind all of these. He wanted his company back, but that wasn’t going to happen. Shooting down his club wasn’t going to change a thing
Detective Reynolds stepped out of the Acura and gazed at the big building before her. She was standing in front of Daystar Industries. Her hands were in the pockets of her brown leather jacket as she took in the building. It was gorgeous. It was by this that Jain finally understood Rylan’s cocky attitude last night. He had seemed egocentric just like every other rich billionaire she had faced in the past. With a building of this elegance, it was hard to stay humble. Jain shook her head and walked into the building. She was here to interrogate Rylan. Just a few questions was all she needed from him. That was it he would be willing to cooperate. It was hard for her to get some sleep last night, especially with the late-night call she got from Stanley. He had apologized for being a jerk. That was the second time in a row, but who was counting? There was something off about Rylan. When she found his file, her perspective on him changed. There was something she was hiding from the cops, a
“Why are we going in here,” Edward asked as Karen pushed him into the study room. “Because I need to talk to you in private,” she replied in almost a whisper. Karen looked at the hallway to make sure that no one had been following them. When the cost was clear, she shut the door and turned to her brother who was glaring at her with his arms folded. Edward was appalled by Karen’s behavior. He had never seen this from her. Maybe being away for almost ten years had changed her a lot. She was no longer that little girl that was always timid. She was bold and insightful which amazed him. But what frightened him was her secretive attitude. “What is going on, Karen?” Edward asked as he watched her walk past him. Karen ran her fingers through her black hair and sighed. She had called Edward back here to help them out, and it turned out to be a bad plan. There didn’t seem to be any progress like she had expected. This made her feel guilty. She may have just handed out her father’s compan
Eve McCullough stared at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair by the dresser. Her mind was racing with thoughts, particularly with how things were going on now. Her family was always keeping things from her which was appalling. She didn’t feel part of them anymore. The only time she got information was when there was a general meeting. Nobody came to talk to her. She felt used by everybody. It was absurd because she was always the one sought after while she was married to Rylan. They were always on her, telling her that Rylan was bad for her. She had finally heeded their advice and divorced him, but that finally seemed like a dreadful action. She could remember how mortified Rylan had felt at the dinner table when Frederick had announced that he was fired. Eve couldn’t do anything about it, and five days later, she had divorced him. It seemed like a good thing that time, but as she thought about it now, her mind was filled with doubts. Karen had been the one who insti