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By the time Jade sits down with the journalist, Keaton and Rhett’s investigator will be working the angles that put the medical contact in the crosshairs. Once we have that person, the rest—the prescriptions, the forged notes, the altered records—will fall into place. And maybe that interview will have a guest speaker arrive they never counted on.

A newscaster's voice filled the room. "Breaking news—billionaire Kc Page is under investigation for tampering with evidence in the Vanessa Ray fatal crash case. Page, sources say, has been going out of his way to obstruct justice, and there are plenty of people now wondering if he had some ulterior motive other than pure motives all along." Valeria's stomach dropped. "No." Kim's jaw set. "He's trapping you, Kc." Kc's knuckles went white on the remote. The remote control got very cold in Kc's hands. "That son of a bitch!"

"His name is Brent Cummings he has also been known as Professor Michael Evans, Officer Jack Robertson, and Dr. Tucker Gillian. We already have his vehcile in processing as wer speak. We also know that there was a gentleman in here inquiring about Sierra's whereabouts before she went missing. Remember that Brent Cummings is extremely dangerous, if he is spotted don't go after him alone, call for back up and wait for them to arrive! I can not stress this enough, this guy is the number one suspect in the God of Torture killings, please watch each others backs! You are dismissed." Mack was getting very restless when his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling him but instead of a call

Brett hung up the phone amidst Carissa's cries. He lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and pulled out the phone card. He lit it with a lighter and flushed the remaining ashes down the toilet. After he finished, Parker and his men rushed in. Brett didn't struggle and let Parker's men handcuff him. They took him to the interrogation room. Brett admitted that he and Estela had planned the whole thing, except for the part involving Carissa. Parker and Wilson were surprised that Brett had confessed so easily. They thought they would have to use a lot of persuasion.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

Detective Won happily uttered. "How does that helped?" Collin asked with such confusion. Who would get a lead from the victim's wallet that fell on the ground? "Let's say that we have pairs of eyes in the crowd of hell." ■■■ That night at the parking lot... "What's up, doc? I hope you're eating apple everyday." Boss Klyde McMarrow menacingly uttered to the old man before looking at the undercover agent Ricochet "Rig" Zimmerman. Working for years just to track all the illegal activities Klyde McMarrow does. "Check him." He ordered to him and he immediately obey.

“Bruce called last night. He was a total wreck, talking about some club, an intense training program, and you throwing away a two-year relationship over a tactical case. What are you doing? He says you are putting yourself in a dangerous position.” Lila looks at me, looking more than a little angry. “Bruce panicked because he cannot handle the reality of undercover work. The engagement is over because we want entirely different things out of life, not because of a case file.” “He told me you are training to go undercover as a submissive for an auction pool,” Vance says, sounding a mix of furious and genuinely worried. “Please tell me he’s lying. The Bureau shouldn’t have you doing something

"What are you looking at?" Kevin Kyle came over and asked worriedly when he saw Karen Daly staring at the distance. "Nothing." Karen shook her head, unwilling to tell Kevin, because she knew that Kevin had something to do with Wilis Corporation's fall from grace. Wilis Corporation went under and Mr. Wilis committed suicide. Mr. Wilis got what he deserved and that was enough. As for Kristine Daly... Karen was happy for her when she saw that Kristine was alive and had a young child with her. Regardless of the child's background, Karen was still happy for her.

My heart thudded hard in my chest as I clicked open the first folder. Video files filled the screen. I opened the first one, and Killian’s voice came through. It was grainy, recorded secretly. He was talking to someone—Rhett’s company accountant. The man was sweating, shifting nervously. “You think Rhett knows you’re taking bribes from the southern faction?” Killian’s tone was cold, commanding. “Because I’ve got evidence that can burn your whole family if you lie to me.” The man swore and begged, confirming every suspicion. It went on like that—more files, more conversations. Killian was investigating, digging into the corruption crawling inside Rhett’s own system. He wasn’t the enemy; he wa

The reporters obediently kept their cameras and microphones away. Jake walked down the stairs and approached Kendry. “Are you Mr. Kendry Willis?” Kendry was flattered. “Yes, I am.” “Mr. Willis wanted to meet you yesterday, but he didn’t have the time. Mr. Willis, please follow me,” Jake said respectfully. When the crowd on the site heard Jake’s words, they subconsciously went into an uproar. “I heard that the Willis family offended Winters Corporation from Sea City. Looks like it’s true.”