"You nailed it. I also strongly believe that Armstrong is the one calling for your attention. The question is, what does he want?" "We shall find that out in few time. I need you to also look into the Los Angeles parish. I want you to find me the list of all priests who were nominated as the next church Bishop." "At your service." Muttered Mickey when Dannie approached Jessica's table.  "Anything on the priest?" He said, giggly. "All we know is that he didn't commit suicide. And if he did, that's a very stupid way of killing himself." Denoted Jessica with all thoughts back to the case. "What next." "We are visiting the kitchen." Exclaimed she getting up from her seat. "What's gotten into you? You've never had lunch with any detective here. Not even me." Cracked Dannie upon his badge.  "Well, I'm not planning to. We are heading to the church kitchen to investigate the case." Detailed she a little clearer.

As a routine, Jessica led to the Emin bar after work. She usually had a drink and talked to the bar tender Alex who among a few made her smile.   The priest day didn't make it exceptional, late that very evening, she saw her way to Emin and straight to the bar counter. Alex always knew what she wanted and always expected her. If she didn't make it, then he and the rest of the employees would know.   Jessica went by a nick name Ms. J which every single employee at the bar called her.   She sat down with exhaustion resting her hands upon the table and waiting for her drink to be served.   On the right next to her sat a young man about the age of thirty with a husky beard that evidently had put all his effort to grow but less with the head which was hairless. He held a margarita sipping with a straw as though he wanted to grab the lady's attention. His right hand wore a Versace black watch and a dragon

Jessica had led out of the motel just right about before she could go make sure that Victor and his daughters were alright, her instinct needed to make sure that Vivana was out of the window and seated humbled at her passenger's seat waiting for her to come drive them home.   She walk at the other side calling upon Vivana's name but not answered.   "Vivana.” she called yet again a couple of times but all in vein. Her thoughts took her back to the car wanting to believe that maybe she had already lowered her grip and headed back to the car. "Where could you be doc?" She muttered distressed to herself as she picked up her cellphone dialing her number but then realizing that Vivana had left the phone in the car. "Let it not be what I'm thinking." She thought again to herself walking to where Stuart had directed her.   She arrived the door and as promised, Victor came opening with his young daughter upon his right arm.

Wake up general! Wake up." Called a supposed Doctor who wore a white coat. Jessica was though laid down on the ground unconscious in her army uniform with a knife thrust into his right thigh bleeding out. "Wake up. You can't die." Cried the man shaking her up. "Wake up." Called Vivana's voice snapping Jessica from her nightmare as she still laid in the bathtub. "You alright?" "I should be asking you. Are you alright?" Turned Jessica to Vivana who had moved out of bed. She suddenly winked back in water realizing she was all naked. "I'm better now. Sorry. I didn't mean to walk on you like that but I heard you cry or something so I needed to check up on you." "I'm alright. It was just a bad dream. You should go back and rest." Muttered Jessica. "It's already time for me to go to work. I have so much to do." Answered Vivana bluntly. "Nope. You're not going today." Confirmed Jessica picking a towel from the handle them rapping it ar

  "What's going on here? Where's detective Carriewhite?" Yelled Victor Soler at Vivana and Dannie who were fighting at the security door way.     "I shall tell you sir?" Turned Vivana. "Dannie here has arrest detective White charging her of the supposed murder of.... who died?"   "Dannie. Why did you arrest her?" Soler turned gaze to Dannie who was feeling somewhat nervous.   "Sir. Detective Carriewhite told me that she was here last night and she is supposedly the only person who confessed to being here."   "And is that enough proof that she killed Brian?" Grilled Soler. "Aren't you just looking for someone to blame as soon as possible. Aren’t you?"   "Wait! Brian Rogers. Carrie white’s Brian Rogers. The... the one she teases a lot?" Surprisingly asked Vivana with less belief. "He died?"   "Yes Doctor. Now Dannie. I want you to expl