Detective Camille Adams was pacing through the room like she often did when she was worried or afraid that something wouldn't work out as planned or wouldn't work out at all. Tonight, they were going to pop into a few tattoo shops as undercover detectives and ask a few questions. Earlier, she'd had a hard time picking her companion. Both candidates that had presented themselves for the job were very good and it was difficult to choose between them. Charlie Rodrigues wanted to join them because according to him, he'd discovered what had turned out to be the turning point in the investigation plus he believed he would be the best person to recognize that tattoo once they saw it in real life. Detective Adams did not think that was a good enough reason for him to want to join them there. She knew the tattoo well herself and if they ever saw it in real life, she didn't need any help in spotting it. Her partner, Detective Jackson Cooper, on the other hand, argued that when they finally c

The silence that hit her from the other end of the line was deafening. If Mia was distraught on hearing the news from her, she wondered how she would have felt if the news had reached her directly from Ronnie himself after the ambulance and the police reached out to him.She'd just come out from the shower and was putting on her night clothes when the call reached her. Ronnie was on the brink of suffering a mental breakdown when he described what had happened to her on the phone.According to him, her body had been taken to the morgue at St. Philip's Memorial Hospital. He was still there with the swarm of officers that had followed Dre's dead body from outside her house where it was found to the hospital."Are you sure?" Mia asked. "T—There has to be some kind of mistake. Dre's not dead!"It was a trauma response. Emily was well aware of how painful it must have been for Mia who was just learning about it and disbelief was the first response her brain could give to the shocking news.

Emily stood still, eyes looking straight and her heart lurching forward. A shiver went through her. Was this the moment where he'd say that he no longer wanted her to work with him anymore?Not that it would have mattered much anyway. Already, she had plans of leaving the job especially now that things were about to get better at SkyNet. What if that wasn't it? Shock waves hit her, making her feel dizzy for a brief moment. She wavered but Edmund's hand caught her just in time to stop her from falling.He looked at her with concerned eyes."Are you okay?""Yes," she admitted. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"Edmund heaved a controlled breath and held her face with both hands. Then, he traced smooth hands on it with his hands. His eyes levelled into hers and at that instant, he felt like he could read her entire life like a book.He had so much to say but he didn't trust himself or his words. What if he ended up saying what needed to be said as it was but not the way it made se

Edmund was wide awake at once. He sat up on the bed, cleared his throat and said seriously, "I know you have a lot of questions right now, Emily. And I promise you that I'm going to answer every one of them. But first, we have to focus on what's most important.""And what's that?""The fact that we love each other!" Edmund seemed overjoyed by the mere thought of it. "Can't you see it? I mean, all through my life, it's always been about making money, making my father proud and never making one mistake in my life. The one time when I decided to live outside of the rule books and just do what feels right for me, that's when I met and fell in love with you. If that isn't magical, then I don't know what is."Emily listened intently, not because she was still seeking after answers but because she wanted to hear Edmund's heart speaking. "I feel at home whenever I'm with you. What I feel is different, different so much that everything in my life feels way better than before. For someone who

Randall Harrington had listened intently to Charlotte's genius plan and in the end, he thought it was nothing more than a wild and unthinkable attempt that would only end in failure."What?" He was speaking for the first time after allowing Charlotte successfully tell him all about her plans. "You can't be serious right now.""I am.""B—But I thought you were from money," he sputtered. "Why are you so bent on having some of Edmund's money if you have some family money yourself."Charlotte thought about the question. There was no easy way of answering it that didn't involve telling the truth on the spot."That's the problem. I don't have a lot of money remaining for myself. That's because my father cut me out of his will because of the wicked wife he married. And I'm looking at getting as much money as I can to serve as my retirement plan seeing that I wouldn't be able to work a second in my life even if I wanted to. Surely, you of all people understand where I'm coming from."Randall