Semua Bab Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids!: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The scent of whatever disinfectant or whatever that smells can be called, hung heavily in the air of the small, sterile room. Detective Grey stood with his back against the wall, his face a mask of resolve as he watched the families gather around. It had been three long weeks since Price Wood's tragic death, and today, the morgue was more crowded than usual. The heavy burden of grief was so heavy that he was almost sure that it he raised his hands, he'll touch it.Grey cleared his throat, his voice breaking the silence that had settled over the room. “The autopsy is complete,” he said, his tone professional. “Price’s body can be released to the family now. You’re free to arrange the funeral.”Lily sat in a plastic chair, her hands trembling as she clutched a crumpled tissue. Her face was pale, eyes red and swollen from endless tears. Her pregnancy has amplified every emotion, every tear, every heartbreak. She sobbed openly now, unable to control herself. Even if she has tried to stop

The air in the reception hall was thick with the conversations of mourners and the clinking of glasses. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the heavy hearts of those gathered. The funeral was over, but the grief still lingered like an unwelcome guest, a heavy cloud that weighed down each person who entered. The scent of lilies and freshly baked pastries and food mingled with the crisp bite of white wine, alcohol as well, creating a perfect atmosphere where the somberness of the occasion clashed with the familiar comforts of a regular social gathering.Andrew and Victoria Woods, standing by the entrance, greeted each attendee with polite nods and forced smiles. They were exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, yet they held themselves together for the sake of their son’s memory. The loss of Price had left a gaping hole in their lives, one that no amount of condolences or comforting words could ever fill. As each person offered their sympathies, Andrew

In his study, Lucas plugs the USB with the video into his computer and rewatches the video again and again.And each time, he stops on the car and just can't seem to see more than that original sequence of numbers."4B3..." He muttered over and over again.He rifles in his drawers and finds his book of fellow businessmen and he looks for Woods in it.He doesn't look long before he sees Andrew Woods.He taps the numbers on his phone and dials it. Earnestly hoping that it'll go through and he'll pick up, thankfully, Andrew does."Hello?" His weary voice comes through the receiver."I'm so sorry to be calling this late but I was wondering if Detective Grey is still over there?"He had been seeing the detective around so he knows what's going on, even when they had been at Glades, he had seen him leave but he had not paid much thought to it until he had seen him watching every little interaction at the funeral."Yes... Oh, he just left. Please hold on, he should not be far out.""Thank yo

Smith lowers the newspaper just as Grey walks out of the cafe after paying for his coffee. He takes a glance at Smith before he leaves but, just like the other covert glances, he does not take note that he's been seen.Grey starts up his car and drives out of the parking lot just as he puts down the newspaper after sighing heavily. "Excuse me, can I please get a cup of coffee, with milk and sugar?""Coming right up sir."He folds the newspaper on the desk as he processes everything he had heard, and of course, who didn't know Lucas Santinello? Even police officers who had dreams knew of him, and so did Smith.He picks out his phone from his pocket and dials a number. "Good afternoon ma'am."It's a female voice and it's very known to us all. "Hello Officer. Am I being summoned to the police station again?" She asks."Not at all, Ms Lily. I just have something to tell you. I figured you might be interested in hearing about it.""Oh, what is that?" On the other side, Lily is happy that g

Gray bursts into the station, walking down the hallway and greeting other officers that mid afternoon, with the USB being twirled over and over in the middle of his fingers and palms. He takes the elevator to the second floor where he bursts into the office, his face hard and set in a straight line.As he gets to his chair, pushes it backwards and sits in it, craning his neck to see if Smith is back inside but his chair is empty.“Looking for him?” The clerical officer asks, looking up from her computer.“Just let me lay my hands on that son of a bitch, I’ll show him just how much important the oath we take at the police school is.”“Wow. You are riled up. What did he do this time?”“I met with a key person in the Price Woods case but he was right there in the cafe spying on me.”“Spying?”“Yes. Spying, no doubt that he would have someone he would be giving those information to. I can see him relating what he just heard over to Lily.”“Then why aren’t you with her? Maybe she will lead