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"You have to release the boy." The Commander instructed Simon, one of the City's local inspectors. Simon frowned heavily at this order. His hands that were behind his back carefully found their way to his sides as he adjusted his position. "Sir? We should release him?" "Yes. Release him." "But he is a major suspect in this case. His fingerprints were found all over the murder weapon." Simon insisted. "So are you claiming that he committed the offence?" Simon shut his eyes briefly, wet his lips with his tongue and nodded. "Not at all, sir. I am just saying that I don't think it is appropriate that we let a major suspect go while investigations are still ongoing." "Inspector Simon," the Commander called it with agitation. "Sir!" Simon stood firmly. "Who is the boss between you and I?" "You are the boss, Commander." "Good. Now go do what I say. His people are here to bail him out already and keep it from the media that he is a part of

"I have told you not to call me that." Saint said with displeasure. Nicolas smiled and sat up. "My bad. I totally forgot." "Are you like this with everyone else?" Because to Saint, having such a carefree attitude wouldn't have made people be scared of him like they were. "Nah. I am only like this with you." His answer made Saint's heart skip a beat for a few seconds before he managed to put his reaction under control. Nicolas stood up and went to where he had dropped a folder that he had brought in with him earlier. "Something came up, that was why I had to rush off. Anyways, I also managed to get something about Peter." He slid the folder across the surface. "Our fathers think he's clean. He has no leverage or dirt, he is just an ambitious man with good PR." "You don't think so?" Saint asked as he flipped the folder open, revealing a photograph of a young woman who was soft featured and smiling faintly. From the looks of it, the picture seemed to have been take

"Yeah, I received the message. About Peter Halloway, the politician running against the Crown's preferred candidate, right?" "Exactly." "Immediately I got the picture, I tried to dig something out but I couldn't find anything on the surface. That makes it even more suspicious since she ought to have been a famous model and actress. I saw some of her videos and she is top notch.” Gabrielle's brow lifted slightly. "That is right. My guess is that she was yet to be famous and only wanted to climb the ladders to reach such a high position.” “And the only way she could do that was by getting with someone powerful and influential to her success.” Gabrielle filled it in. “Which makes sense to be Peter in this case. It was hard for me later to get a picture of her and Peter because it was swept off the internet. But I bought what I could from the dark net which only confirmed what Nicolas had told me. Twenty years ago, she disappeared. I am guessing she was really his girlf

Peter entered his office and slammed the office door behind him so hard enough that the framed photos on the wall rattled. "Peter, you need to calm down." A man spoke immediately after entering the office as well. He shut the door gently instead and looked at it to ensure there wasn't any possible damage from Peter's impact. "Don't tell me to calm down, Marcus. You know very well how much I hate such words." He yanked his tie loose, pacing a tight line across the carpet while breathing hard. Marcus held up both hands, staying carefully by the door. "I am just saying it because you should know that anger will not solve this problem. It was just one question by the way and you handled it fine. Nobody in that room even recognised the name." "That is not the point!" Peter's voice cracked sharp through the office. "And even if that is, don't you know how dumb you sound? ‘Nobody in that room even recognised the name?’” He repeated, mimicking Marcus's voice in such a horrible way

The pool was real quiet with the early morning light gracing it. The mist was still clinging faintly to the water's surface as Saint cut through it in smooth, steady strokes, with his mask left safely beside his towel for easy reach. He hadn't expected company, at least not this early. So when the glass door slid open, Saint's instincts kicked in immediately. He surfaced fast, snatched his mask from the chair, and had it secured back in place just as Nicolas stepped through with a coffee mug in his hand. "You're up early." Saint kept his voice calm as he watched Nicolas settle into a lounge chair nearby. "I couldn't sleep." Nicolas took a slow sip from his mug. "Thought I'd catch you before you started your day." "I thought you had a meeting this morning." "Postponed it." Nicolas waved a dismissive hand. "I wasn't interested in sitting through another two hours of investors arguing about shipping margins."Saint laughed gently, swimming closer to the edge. "It must be