Emily’s POV I woke up to find myself in an unfamiliar environment. I tried to open my eyes, it seemed like they were gummed together. Obviously compressed by the incessant headache. It was as though my head was been hit with a hammer. It penetrated my skull and affected my eyes making me to be momentarily blind. I could only see hazily. The light rays were directed to my face. Finally I regained consciousness. “Where am I?” was the first question I asked myself. I slowly recalled what happened earlier. “It is Smith,” was the melancholic response. I painfully tried to turn to the direction of the sound. The manner I was tied up was causing excruciating pain in my knees and hands, maybe because of the twisted movement I made earlier. Mr and Mrs Stewart were still unconscious. The subconscious survival instincts kicked in. I was trying to break free from where I was bound. “Don’t waste your energy. I suggest you conserve your stre

Mr Stewart’s POV “ Collete has just immigrated from Belgium with her parents. Her parents stays at New York. She opted to stay with her aunt which coincidentally resides in Winster county. I later learned she came in the same week as me. We all became inseparable. Then…” I was a little bit ashamed to continue because that would mean talking about my ex in the presence of my wife and my ex. Emily’s POV “Then…?” I asked. Confused as to why he stopped his story. Melissa’s POV “He does not want to acknowledge that we dated,” I said jealously. Am sure Camilla noticed, she just smiled. I was really frustrated by her attitude. “Why is she pretending?” I thought. She had always been like that. Always being the good person! Mrs Stewart’s POV “Am okay Charles, you can continue with your story…” Mr Stewart’s POV “Okay. Then, I asked Melissa out. She agreed we started dating. Back then, Collete was t

Melissa’s POV “Omar? Do I have to know to know the name?” I asked. Few seconds later I realized how foolish I sounded. Of course I have to remember the name. “You mean she is Collette’s daughter?” In that moment, I began to see the similarities between Kate and Collete. I was confused. Emily’s POV My only hope now is that we keep him busy until the police figure out his hideout. Putting the pieces together, I now realized his motives. He is a bitter man driven by revenge. Melissa’s POV I looked at Charles and Camilla, wondering how long they have known but kept it to themselves. “We just found out recently,” Camilla said. I was ashamed. I remember how badly I have treated Kate in the past. “If only I had known,” I regretted. Smith’s POV One of the things I hate most is being sentimental. “You are regretting it now?” I asked angrily. I saw Melissa’s face turn pale. I continued, “do

Chris’ POV I was already tired. I sat back, resting my back on the wall. This place is much more safe. Then I began to sweat profusely. My heart beat accelerated. I subconsciously know that danger was lurking around me. I stood up and moved to the extreme of the cell. Emma’s POV The officer just informed me that the bait has been taken. “Guys, we on !” I said excitedly. Stanley just rolled the sleeves of shirt, I know what is in his mind. Once Stanley starts fighting, he will never back down. I have never seen him this angry. “You have to calm down. If you’re not in your right mind; this operation will fail” I admonished him. Agent Tom’s POV “I told you, that it will surely work. We need to be careful not to sabotage the mission.” I looked at detective Vin, he was fuming with anger. “Vin I believe you understand what I mean. If we act rashly, there might be a shoot out. And none us wants that.”

Kayla’s POV “Okay, we are back. Let’s catch-up!” Looking at the bumps on his face I stifled a smile. He sure looks pitiful. “You and I know that you can’t wriggle out of this…” “I want a lawyer,” he said. Even though getting a lawyer is the fundamental human right. I felt like smacking his mouth. “So, after all the crimes you have committed; you are demanding a lawyer?” I was getting frustrated. Tanner’s POV I want to stall time as much as I can. Demanding for a lawyer is my way of stalling time. I don’t know what to do again. As I was thinking about what to do, an elderly man walked inside the interrogation room. He looked familiar, I was wondering where I knew him from. I remembered seeing him near old Morgan at the press conference. “My name is Tom, an agent.” This cleared all my doubts. I will never forget that name my whole life. There are two names I vowed never to forget: Morgan and Tom. “