Wade takes a deep breath and turns to Ford instead of Agent Harper."I admit I passed by that damn toll gate but I can say it anyday and anytime and in front of any witness that I didn't pass there after murdering a woman. I didn't even know her for goodness sake."Harper clears her throat. "Uhm... You didn't need to. She stole your briefcase didn't she? That's why you went after her."Wade turns to her, his lips set in a grim warning line. "I get that you have to do your job but don't say anything that you can't verify.""What is here that needs extra verification? The room where the theft happened was filled totally with your fingerprints. Just yours, and the hotel's receptionists made it quite clear that they didn't let anyone into that room after that night because they didn't have a lot of customers."Sue sniffles and then frowns.Wade falters. "But I really didn't even visit the hotel, I don't even know where Kay Avenue is. I have left Atlanta for so long that I don't even know
Good Day to you all...First of all, I have to apologize for the irregular and not coming updates. You know me guys... I'd never willingly leave you hanging, uncertain about the world in this book.I've been so swamped with school work lately that I don't even know where all the work is coming from.Which is making me write this ahead, hoping to receive a little understanding.This week will most certainly be better than the last. It won't be daily updates but at least once every two days, pinky promise.And to Thea and Sindhu Sunil...Thanks for being my encouragement in ways you both don't even know.And to my other readers, I know you're reading too, just giving me a little ghost and anonymity, I appreciate it all the same.So...Happy Sunday?Ugh, I'm terrible at byes.I guess it's See ya at the end of the book.I never said this before...I love you all and I need you to survive-Samantha.
The next morning, from every news channel across Atlanta, the live press conference is what everyone is watching, listening or reading about on the internet.All the news outlets had carried and aired the news about Alexa and Sharon's deaths and had named it the Greene Drug Case.In front of all the flashing cameras and screaming reporters, amongst the ones too busy typing to care about the shoving around, Harper climbs the stage, dressed as a police officer.Ford and Sue didn't go to work that day and are over at the Greene Mansion where James had gone to stay the night. They had gone to join him the next day to make sure he was taking pretty good care of himself.While on the Television, Harper taps the microphone slightly for feedback before she leans down to talk. "Hello, my name is Detective Harper and I'm the officer in charge of the Greene Drug Case. We send our sincere apologies to their families and friends. We accosted the man who killed Ms Alexa yesterday afternoon. Coincid
Harper bursts open the door to the FBI's recording room and makes for one guy sitting in the middle of the hall, surrounded by many computers, all switched on and working on something.The guy in the middle is sitting in a swivel chair and swivels around and back to one computer and then to to another, pressing buttons on one and going to another to do the same while listening to some really loud music on the headset placed firmly on his head.Harper reaches him and stops his swiveling chair with her bare hands.He stops and looks over his head, and then smiles brightly seeing it's Harper.He removes his headset from his head and places it gently on the table before standing up and giving a mock salute."AGENT DREW REPORTING!"Harper raises her brows, releasing the chair. "What does that one mean now?""You were a police officer yesterday..."Harper sighs. "Just show me what you said you had for me. Something for the Greene Drug Case you said?""Always straight to business..." Drew pu
Harper stands up straight. "Thanks for your help..." Her eyes lingering slightly on Harry who looks at her passively. "We're going to have an issue though. We can nab the original man by just using this call as conclusive evidence but the other man... Brian, you call it, will be hard if he sounds as criminally intelligent as he seems."Sue frowns. "Why can't this call also be a conclusive evidence? He mentioned the framing explicitly...""There were no names, we don't know who's fingerprints they were referring to so we can't use that. We're going to have the catch the first man but this Brian will be a hard nut to crack so we'll just keep our eyes on him, waiting for a slip up.""Or better still... Get the other man to tell on him?"Harper smiles indulgently. "That won't work. I know him already. Before he went to jail for his last conviction, he didn't croak a name no matter what we did. Even the polygraph didn't work on him. He's a living criminal mastermind.""What's his name?" Su
"Why am I being kept here? For what reason?""Really? I know you're not a smart man but you can do better than this. Have we ever arrested you without having a reason, a reason and what makes us think so?"Big Fry scoffs. "Every time you caught me or said you did, you were wrong. All your stupid proofs just pointed the most at me.""I wish. But then, let's start with this wig." Harper slams her hand on the fake hair on the table, having been yanked off the man's head when he was arrested.He looks away."Looking away doesn't prove anything. You were caught with this fake hair, with the same one with which the strands of which were found at the crime scene. Some burnt in the wreckage and some lying outside where there were many small splatters of blood of where you shot her."He tuts. "I keep telling you, you've gone and arrested the wrong person.""Fine then. We'll go the hard way. Your accomplice has ratted you out."That gets the much expected reaction from him, but he quickly regai
"I want you to get it away from me for as far as you can possibly muster. Infact, you could throw it away, into a large body of water so it'll stop working and at the same time, be far away." Brian instructs as he hands over his old phone to a young man in a black hoodie and he nods."I'll get it done. How will I reach you when the job's done?""You don't need to reach me. You'll receive your payment as you leave now. Just make sure your job is done.." He says as he turns around, heading for his car and drives away from the private airport, airplane's hangar.Inside the car, he grabs a bottle and drinks from it. He has to stop the car immediately from the bout of coughs that rack his whole body.In a bid of getting the FBI off his back, he has acted immediately after the call from Reed and now, one part is done and the other part is in process.The drink in the bottle is one that many people have classified dangerous as it can even make a person lose his voice completely, destroying t
Sue steps out of the elevator, not paying any mind to the speculative looks she's getting from behind the desk Tara.Tara exits from behind her desk hurriedly, and tries to stop Sue from opening Ford's office door. "Stop ma'am. He has an important visitor."Sue walks fast, more bothered by the situation in Dallas than any other thing, past Tara and shakes her hands off before opening Ford's office door.*She steps inside the office and the sight before her shocks her to the bone.Here's a woman, scantily dressed, with long blonde hair, sitting astride Ford's laps.*(Ew! Of course NOT. Gotcha didn't I? It's been awhile since I last teased you all. Of course, our husband, Ford won't do something so dirty.-Love you.)Sue steps inside the office and closes the door behind her.Seeing Ford with glasses, perusing though some documents almost threw her off her feet, almost forgetting the real reason why she's actually there.Ford looks up at her and raises an eyebrow at her hurried entrance