“Goodnight, Detective,” Stanley said, wearing his gray coat. Jain watched him from her desk. “Goodnight, Rogers,” she responded. Stanley turned to her fully dressed and nodded with a smile. “Don’t stay up too late,” he said. “You should get some rest. I know it’s been a tough few weeks.”Jain flashed a fake smile and nodded. “I will.”Stanley smiled back and turned around, leaving the precinct. Jain didn’t take her eyes off him until he was gone. She sighed in relief and looked at Jack at the file before her. There were two. One on Rylan, and the other on Ernesto Valdez. She was trying to put the pieces together. What would have started a war between them? Though Rylan was well known in the steers, he didn’t cause too much trouble the way the Valdez cartel did. He was always silent and barely got his hands dirty. At least that was what she had thought until the attack on the Valdez’s hideout. It had been a massacre and there were about forty deaths. Jain had seen a massacre like
Rylan Daystar poured some scotch into his glass and took a sip. He was back home now and was satisfied with how things had gone with the Valdez cartel. He had successfully tamed them. It would be hard for them to go against him again. It was sage to say that the city was all in his hands now. Rylan shook his head and smiled to himself. He had been able to kill two birds with one stone. With the cartel out of the way now, he could focus on other things which were the police and Lana’s case. He hadn’t heard from Lana since she had left, and he couldn’t deny the worrisome feeling he felt for her. Dayton was keeping watch on her every day of the week, and his reports were all the same. She was just living a regular life. It seemed she had finally detached herself from the Casino shareholders. With what he had in store for them, he was happy that she wasn’t part of them anymore. Now he could execute his plans perfectly. Now a black undershirt with the sleeves folded, he walked out of th
Rylan Daystar stepped out of his black Mercedes and straightened his clothes. He was dressed in a black suit and a white undershirt once more. His most iconic wear. The afternoon sun was hot and Rylan looked around to make sure he was in the right place. He wasn’t surprised to learn that Tristan had moved to the hills. Tristan Montreal, his best friend, was a tech wizard. He was one of the best in the country. Rylan knew if he showed Tristan his digital room, Tristan would be intrigued. He had tried convincing Tristan more than a couple of times to work for him, but Tristan had refused. He wanted to be independent and Rylan respected his decision. Now he was successful. All this was himself. Rylan looked at his car in the driveway of Tristan’s house, specifically at the window as he tried to see his reflection. When he was okay with his appearance, he walked towards the porch. Rylan rang the doorbell and waited patiently. When Rylan had brought up Tristan’s name, Williams wasn’t to
The feeling of Deja vu struck Edward McCullough, as he found himself in the backseat of a moving vehicle with his face being covered. He was headed to see Ernesto Valdez once more. He had seen the news and was aware of what was going on. How could Rylan have gotten through to the cartel? There was nobody who would have known the residence of the cartel. They were very careful with who they worked with. Edward felt this was all his fault. He had put the cartel at risk by involving them with Rylan. It seemed that Rylan wasn’t stronger than he had expected. He had managed to take away their company and also take down the Valdez cartel. It was a stunning achievement in all honesty. But it was an achievement Edward couldn’t acknowledge. Daniel Valdez had called him over to discuss with him. Edward was thinking it was about a new strategy. The last one had felt woeful. It had ended up in the cartel getting hurt and Edward getting agitated. Maybe it was best they took out Rylan finally. It
Edward didn’t know where to begin. He was disappointed in himself and also felt mortified. The whole family was depending on him, and he had messed up. This wasn’t how he predicted things to turn out. In his mind, he had assured that everything would be fine. The cartel would successfully destroy Rylan and they would get their company back. But that was all a dream. And as all dreams died when you woke up, this one did too. As Karen walked into the living room, he was reminded of the promise he had made to her. He had assured her that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that Rylan was going to return the company to them. But that had failed. Karen had placed her trust in him, and he had let her down. Edward gulped hard as he watched her take a seat on the couch. The last person to come into the room was Federick. He walked in with his hands on the pockets of his pants and with a grim look on his face. With his company gone, and nothing much left for him, he had d
Karen McCullough’s mind was racing with thoughts as she lay on her bed. She had a lot on her mind. Every time she thought of a solution, a countermeasure was brought up. She was in some sort of dilemma, and it seemed the solution was never going to be found. She had single-handedly given the company to Rylan from her father. That wasn’t exactly true, but that was how she felt presently. With nothing but silence as a company, as she stared at her ceiling, she wondered where it all went wrong. Maybe it was from the very beginning Eve met Rylan. Or perhaps it was when she had instructed her father to fire him. Her hate for him had taken control, and she couldn’t resist the temptation of trying to get rid of Rylan. That had worked out at first, but now he was back and he had successfully gotten everything he wanted. His retribution had been completed, and he owed it all to her. Karen sighed and looked at the clock in her drawer. It was a few minutes past midnight. She wondered if her fa
Rylan wasn’t a fan of hospitals. He hated the smell of antiseptics and blood. It had been a phobia when he was little, and he thought he had overcome that fear until he stepped into the building. The air was filled with antiseptics which made Rylan wrinkle his nose. In his hands was a “get better soon card” and a bouquet. He was here for one reason. To confront Ernesto Valdez. After striking a deal with Daniel, it was only eight when he came to see Ernesto. He had been the one who had put him in here. Ernesto was lucky to suffer. Rylan hadn’t expected him to. If Devon had been able to finish the job he had been paid for, Rylan wouldn’t have been here. But he had still won regardless of the outcome. The cartel was no more after him, and he could focus on other things. The building of the factory was about to kickstart, and he didn’t want to miss it for anything. He had to be present for that. Daniel had proposed to see him at his club, and Rylan had feared it would be another shoo
Michael Meyers loved jobs like this one. It was so easy, and yet he was paid a whole lot of money to do it. It made him excited. As he ran through the records, he leaned on the desk close by looking for something in particular. A particular file that his client had requested to see. In the shadows of the room and with no lighting but the torchlight he held, he looked through the records. He wondered why the hospital hadn’t updated their records with these. He had hacked into the database a few minutes ago, but couldn’t find it. Now he had to look for it the hard way. He didn’t complain. It was still going to be found. The client’s choice was interesting. They were looking for a particular person. Rylan Daystar. Why would they do that? Michael had heard of Rylan. He was well known on the streets of Los Angeles. If there was secret information about him, he was sure that it would be very valuable. People will pay so much money for such information. But it was confidential so he cou