It is a tough day and it is not easy for Tyler, who has worked hard all day to solve the Alma murder case. Although neither side demanded the case be resolved, it seemed like a scar that was itchy and wanted to keep scratching until he was satisfied. During his training as a criminal cop and during his career in the criminology division, he has believed that every case is never perfect. He always believes that the perpetrator must have made a mistake during his crime, so that it can be a clue for him and other police officers to uphold justice. But in Alma's case— everything was perplexing for him. Even though the case seemed odd, the irregularity was difficult to prove. Even with a suspect who had been caught, he was still not satisfied with the result. His brain always accuses Alexander Enzo of being the mastermind behind Alma's death. And at this stage he didn't care at all if he would be attacked back by Alex because he had accused him. His career could indeed be ruined if he mad

Closing the car door hard, Harper then walked unsteadily into her apartment. Actually, it was a condo, not an apartment, but she used to use the term apartment because previously she lived in an apartment. Long before she had enough money to buy a condo. But now she has a great job, a patient who trusts her, and money keeps flowing into her account. So she had decided six months ago to buy a condo that was nicer and bigger than her apartment.The condo was built in the heart of Toronto City. The building has five floors. The area of ​​each condo is one hundred and twenty square meters with very complete facilities inside. Gym, sauna, swimming pool, and playground for children, and there are facilities for pet care as well. In the past, Harper was lucky because she got the condo at a price that was not too expensive. One of her friends works in the marketing department. The man then gave her a twenty percent discount as well as the freedom to choose her unit.So here sh

“Read My Mind” Chapter 9   The remnants of last night's storm were still clearly visible in the courtyards of each house on Rue Des Marronniers. The wind gusts were accompanied by water that fell as if splashed from a large bucket in the sky. Maybe it was the celestial giant. Years ago, children were engrossed in the tales of Jack and the evil giant. They thought that above the clouds stood a magnificent castle where the giants lived. Jayden came out of the white-walled house. His yard now looks the same as his neighbor's yard. Dirty and full of fallen leaves. With a high-neck red sweeter, Jayden rushed to the small storage room beside his house to get cleaning supplies. "Kiddo!" That voice. Jayden knew very well who the owner was. Uncle Thomas! The big tall old man with a bloated stomach that looked like he had just swallowed a gallon was waving at him. “Last night a giant spilled a bucket of wat

Like in heaven. The aroma of fragrant coffee mixed with the smell of warm chocolate donuts and paninis fresh out of the oven made Tyler's stomach immediately scream hysterically. Getting into a bustling Tim Hortons at eight in the morning like this is fun, but also a pain. It was a struggle for Tyler to get a table while waiting for his order to be delivered by the waiter as he had run out of their legendary panini as well as their signature chocolate donut. Yes, wait some more. But it was still better than having to keep thinking about his broken car. A loud crash a few minutes ago—which was actually almost an hour ago, had damaged the radiator duct. Throughout the journey when the car was towed, the water from the radiator never stopped dripping along the road in its path. But apart from a broken radiator tank, Tyler didn't have to worry about anything about his car. There was no other damage other than a slight dent in the front which he would take care of once he arrived in Toro

“There is no information whatsoever regarding Bratt Miller. He wasn't born in Sherbrooke even though his mother, Johanna Miller, had lived there." Tyler kept talking to his men as he drove fast down Freeway 55. This very afternoon he decided to drive as fast as he could to Toronto so that he could sort out the Alma Emerson murder problem as soon as possible. His investigations today into Bratt Miller in the local police as well as the government archives did not lead to any information other than a bit of inconsequential information about the Miller family. But unexpectedly, this afternoon he will bring big news to Toronto about Alexander Enzo regarding his sad and strange past life. The death of his half-sister is considered a homicide. But the killer— who is his mother, was never found by the police. Even after the police tracked down Karina's boyfriend after the death of Alex's half-sister, the man said that he had not seen Karina since the night he took K