WCA takes over the house where Robert is appointed the victor of the indications.He is a casual calm speaker if you beg for answers for the test - he'll give the right to you instantly.Lights of blue and crimson encircle the house that hides the mob's pleasures and trades beneath it.We bring Robert into our office because I trusted his looks.Marina agrees but she gave me a warning if I saw him run away, leaving his lies behind - she'll f*ck him up with bruises and misery.After breaths away from recollecting some evidence from the surveillance cameras in the hospital and the record of each surgeon.We find a guy named James Walter he's mid-forties, with brownish haze hair, a clean complexion, good education, has a spouse and children.How sweet.We saw James leave the hospital before the victim's death around midnight after that twilight he was seen by Jeremiah.The other surgeon leave for home late and some are early except for James - he was fit for the role.He went to the exit
"Do you know this man?" I peered at Robert deeply. He shakes. I can tell he hid something behind his teeth. Another stillness of a tree, the man did not speak once and just a little bit of a quiver of apprehension. None. "You have any friend that good at hacking?" I asked for both of them. Marina and Robert. "Why need that?" She asked as well after mine finished. "To restore the footage and we need a man that can tear this guy's muteness" "I know one" Robert replied as he raise his hand with cuffs encircled them. "We are all open," Marina said and then lay her upper body weight on her knee while clutching her fingers one another. "You guys might not like my concept but my confess may help you" Robert caresses his neck to calm his uncertainty about this plan of his. We nodded once. The apprehension keeps tightening its weight between us as the night stays a while. The man who concealed himself as a defense of the apartment and like Robert earlier as well as himself did not d
"You guys might not like my concept but my confess may help you" Robert caresses his neck to calm his uncertainty about this plan of his. We nodded once. The apprehension keeps tightening its weight between us as the night stays a while. The man who concealed himself as a defense of the apartment and like Robert earlier as well as himself did not dare to speak. Robert rubbed his brims and then smacked them as he ease himself. "Roland is the guy who can help, he hides his ass under the Rosie Bar on Westbrooke Avenue of District ten" Robert added after he try to loosen up Marina's beliefs before he speaks. "Rosie Bar is a sex, bar, and drug club, am I right?" Marina questioned after she lift a curiosity. He bounced his chin. "Isn't that illegal?" I inquired. She bounced her facade once. The guard avoids his eyes contacting our gaze but I can tell he's pretty f*cked up nervous. Our atmosphere made the hoax suffocate from anxiousness and sweat. "We can g
We knocked on the raven glass that no image can form inside as you peek in. Marina stretched her legs and bend her neck. She knocked again but no one yet answered beyond the glass entry. "You've been here before?" I asked while we wait. She nodded with her eyes doesn't seem to enjoy the case. Eventually, the door slid to the left and a woman with a night dress asked who we are. "WPD, we want to see Arnold Mckenzie," I said and she let us in without hesitation. "Don't touch anything, sir, he's right there playing games in his fantasy" She said while she fix herself up from looking like a drunk woman. "Hey asshole, someone is here for you" She knocked twice on the door frame and then close her other eyes on me suddenly before she left us for privacy. Roland turned around as he throws his virtual reality glasses out of his sight. His face doesn't match his identification picture in the files I've read. Roland's right eye was a bit swollen, his hair was blown up
We stride off the bar and head to the restaurant at Holland fourth boulevard in JacknJill. We're still in this district ten, I passed plenty of garbage on each pavement, dead vines dangle on the lampposts from side to side, and neon signs and billboards nevertheless shine. I can smell the steam of street foods in the near alleyways - it surely makes me hungry. Marina and I only walk to the restaurant to discuss the data that Roland transferred earlier. Marina passed the entrance of the restaurant before me. The interior of the restaurant was similar to the old diners back then. She sat down near the exit which is on the left side. The tables were not created of metal but of tough timber as well as the seats. "My ears are open, speak," She said after flattening the crumples of her blazer. "The van is gloomy and it was not the same as the other modern vehicles, the plate is ACA 2965, it was a bit blurry and I'm sure that's the plate" I explained after seconds that I ta
Our eyes cannot wait to get some sleep after several hours that had run off in WPD. Marina was glued to the screen - making a report of every single move we abide she insert that as well. Meanwhile, myself were concentrating on where the van went that might create a pattern inside of my head after I latch them down not to snooze. The van often move forward to uncrowded places and kept turning rights and lefts to scramble their tracks. I realized from the Match your Tea store near the road to district twenty-one - there was another van that conforms to the color and style of the van but the plate wasn't identical. This clean van and the original were separated after they met at James's apartment but they don't stand on the same street but on opposite. So these ugly bastards create asynchronous strategies to trick us. "Marina" I called her but she didn't even give me a look yet still her eyes on the screen. "What?!" Her voice deepens as she tugged her both brows down sout
"WPD Open up!" I yelled while Marina was loading her gun and then hid it beneath her hips. No one answered. "We are here to inquire, open up!" I yelled again but silence welcomed us in. We counted down in a murmur before breaking in with a warrant on our fingertips.I'm the one who will unfurl and she will clear the area as I empty the entrance. The creak of the door made her set and so am I.Everything is chaotic like a beast rampant within the house.Papers everywhere, shattered glasses, and a splash of blood on the ceiling and floor but the body is missing. "What the f*ck happened here?" Marina has been tickled with shock. "They're covering all the tracks they left and looks like we have to find Watson's body before reporting" I calmed myself as we look around. "The warehouse?" "That too" A luxury kitchen in front of the living room, beneath the staircase, is a stocking room, the second footing there exists the master bedroom with no guest room and a ba
"You confident about this assh*le?" Marina asked after slamming the files of what they had committed. I nodded once. My intellect wasn't sure if I got the actual one and yet we are still unraveling where the kids took off by his mobs. My mind split into two. "Why did you plan to take the kids away and murdered the first victim and their parents?" I asked. "So you can see the people you murdered Jonathan," He said with his fist beginning to tighten its grip like he was about to strike. Marina does not care that we know one another because she didn't ask so. "The people who worked for you, why slaying them?" She asked. "Because that's what the Criemsons do as their signature" "Now you want to talk about the mafias huh?" "Sh*t why the fuck he's confessing?" I said to myself. "Jonathan, I know you have some answers there beneath your tongue" He speaks tough once more - he's pissing me off so I invented a lie. She glanced at me with wrath blazing in her