Det. Marvin Sullivan felt tired of chasing after a ghost-like enemy. He felt like he was on a goose-chase, playing the serial killer's game, and he needed a different strategy. He can't continue following whatever useless clues the serial killer was leaving for them.
"What are you doing, Marvin?" Fred asked when he arrived at the station. He was not shocked to see his best friend at the station so early.
"I realized that the serial killer is going after men who did or doing bad things towards women. So I figured, instead of waiting for the serial killer's next move-"
"You want to figure out who her next target will be." Fred cut him off as he nodded. "That's smart. That serial killer doesn't leave any evidence at all."
"I know, so I figured if we can guess whoever among these men did the most horrible things, then maybe we can figure out the next target."
"Well, what have you got so far?"
"There's Norman Highcuff. He's been suspected of murd
Amara already had everything she needed prepared. She also knows how to get into the compound and the fighting arena. This job will be different for her. Because this time, there's no occasion. She doesn't have any contact to get her in. All she has is the online registration to buy a ticket and her starting bet per match.Every customer needs to register online to get a seat and a ticket. They also need to place their starting bet online, then they can raise their bets once they're inside the vicinity. So she has to improvise to get to Darson.She was checking the clothes she picked when Amara heard a knock on the door. Amara quickly closed her secret room and ran towards the living room. When she opened the door, Darson was standing outside with a large bouquet of flowers."Darson, I didn't know you were coming." Amara was shocked to see him. She thought that Darson would never want to see her again after what he saw."I want to apologize about what hap
Darson felt so happy after Amara agreed to spend the whole day with him. She even ignored a few calls from her customers. He never asked for it, but Amara respected their time. Darson learned a lot of things about Amara yesterday. Like her favorite food, movies, songs, and her hobbies.It was then that he realized that there's more about Amara than meets the eye. She was more than a pretty face and sexy body. Darson realized that Amara was an intelligent woman even without proper education.Darson's appreciation of Amara grew even more. It's rare for someone who had a rough past to overcome the struggles and fix their life. But Amara did it. Even without the help of anyone."You're daydreaming, brother." Kristine slightly pushed Darson to get her attention.She was on her way to the front door when she saw Darson in the garden. Kristine and Darson are close. Among the five Humphrey siblings, Kristine and Darson were the closest. They always bonded, even w
Marvin Sullivan is trying to be one step ahead of the serial killer. He wanted to know what her next move is going to be. He wanted to hit two birds in one stone, finally catching the killer and preventing another death. Their department has been in a horrible spot since the serial killing begin. They haven't had any concrete lead or valid witness.Ever since his youngest daughter's death, Marvin hasn't talked to his wife. Mainly because she was always avoiding him. Every time he comes home, she would leave or lock herself inside the guest the room. His older daughters are all doing the same thing. They all love their youngest sister that they blame their own father for her death."Man, we've been at this for days. All those men that we were monitoring, they don't seem to be in danger. I think we got this all wrong." Fred commented after six hours of watching the house of one of their suspected target."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Marvin repeatedly hit the dashb
Gert brought her the box she buried in the evening. Amara spent all night looking at them. It was all that's left of her old life. Pictures of Amara, her mother, and father, and there are pictures with her stepfather. She buried those things to help her forget the horror of her past. But no matter how hard she tried, the nightmares never go away.As Amara grew up, she was able to bury those nightmares away. When she started to be an escort girl, she started to lose them. Amara thought being in the company of different men every night is what helped her.But from time to time, Amara would still have those nightmares. Her stepfather entering her room the moment her mother leave their house. He would ask her to strip naked and sit at the edge of her bed.He would do to her things that a child should never have known. Amara can still remember how terrified she was every time he would come into her room. There are times Amara wanted to tell her mom what was happening
Detective Sullivan arrived at the Haverville Police Department at six in the morning with his best friend and partner, Fred. Marvin hasn't been sleeping at their house because he still can't face his family. There's a lot of things he wants to say to his family, but he can't find the right moment to talk to them. Aside from the fact that he has been caught up with the open investigation for the series of murder in their town, he fears that his family doesn't want him in their life. So far, there's been too little development with the serial killer case. They've been doing everything they can to find the suspect, but the lack of evidence is making it impossible. Every day, Marvin would be furious that he can't make anything out of all the evidence they have. Nothing makes any sense to him. "Implement the curfew with more intense rules. Make sure that everyone follows, and no exemptions. Mayor's orders." Both Fred and Marvin had the expression of confusion, fru
Darson was planning on stepping up his game. He wants Amara to know he really feels for her. He asked his friends to help him. They prepared the venue for his surprise, decorated it with beautiful flowers, despite the complaints of his friends that what they were doing is the definition of being gay.But when he went to Amara's house, she was not there. He can't help but feel sad that she didn't even bother to tell him. There he thought that they were becoming closer. With heavy heart, Darson asked his friends to disassemble everything. There's no use for them anyway."Dar, oh my God! You are drunk. What happened to you? I thought you were setting up a surprise for Amara?" Kristine almost fell backwards when Darson appeared in front of her after she opened the door."What? Me? No! I'm not drunk. Just tipsy." Darson said in a slurred voice."What happened?""Well, let's see? I enlisted my whole gang to set up a beautiful and gay surprise that I have
There are things in life that we never would understand. Things would sometimes drive us to act drastically. Instances, such as people love to call fate, destiny, or happenstance. Whatever that is, people love to blame it for their mistakes.Maybe that is true. Maybe the situation that a person go through in life pushes him to do bad things. What do they call it? Nature versus nurture. It has been a long ongoing debate about a person's actions and characteristics. Many say that a person is born the way he is. But there are also many that say a person is shape by life. Pain that he has to endure, struggle that he has to survive.But Amara thinks otherwise. For her, what people does is what people choose. Whenever a person is face with a situation, he will also be faced with a choice. Do the right thing, even though it's hard, or choose what's wrong, especially if it's easy. Just like her. Through the course of her life, Amara was faced with many decisions.The fi
Finally, Sullivan decided to come home. It's been a long time since he last saw his family. For the few weeks, his only connection to his family is his daughter's grave. He's been visiting the cemetery for almost everyday. Things that he wanted to tell to his family, things that he could only tell to her daughter, because no one would listen to him. But, this time, he will not be afraid anymore. Dodging his family won't do him any good. It will only prolong the inevitable. His discussion with his family has been long overdue. And when he knocked on their door, he was expecting a yell, or an angry face to welcome him. Instead, his eldest daughter opened the door for him with a smile. "Hey, dad. It's good to see you again. Welcome home." "Hey, sweety. How are you? Where's your mother?" "We're doing great, Dad. Mom's at her sister's house. Aunt Marie called asking for help about the decoration of her house." "Well, your Aunt Marie never had a sen