Romans & histoires Is Sam Sulek Dead

Selene looked towards Typhon as she spoke. “I have to say I agree.” Typhon said. Selene, Typhon, and I talked for a while. Selene wanted to hear everything about my time in hell, so I told her. Typhon just listened, nodding his head every once in a while, letting me know he was listening. “So, Drake really killed Samantha?” Selene asked surprised by that revelation. “Yeah, he did.” “Well… I’m glad the bitch is dead.” Typhon nodded his head in agreement.

And just as the stupid yet awkward silence went by, Zelda dashed out. " We should probably check up on...you know... before she leaves," someone suggested while the others chorus their answers and without a second, they all walked out of the room except Jones and of course the boss. I remained silent just staring at the space between them. My curiosity was now at its peak. Sam was dead...they said he was dead...how can he be dead! Aside from the mysterious killer, Mr Strange! Who else would want Sam dead and what could be the reason behind it?

“W-was he killed? Was there some sort of cover up?” I shook my head, hating myself for what I was about to say. “No, it was a suicide, we conducted an autopsy and it all pointed to an apparent suicide.” Sam’s parents were silent as they digested the news. “So that's it? There's no justice for Sam?” his mate spoke up, tears in her eyes. “Unfortunately, it was a dead end. We deduced he must have killed himself when he realised he had failed to achieve his objective.” I explained. She sniffed, sobbing slightly.

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

Birinchi, however, seems to care least about her words. “After the incident, we left Tezpur and came here. In the big maze of this city, it was easy to remain underground. But we couldn’t, for long. In eight months, Matlif was encountered and Samiran fled the state. As far as I got to know, he kept moving places until he surrendered. And then, he died in the 2008 bomb blasts. Scientific socialism had haunted one of its flag bearers to death. In the jail, between torture, menial labour and rest, the words of your father kept ringing in my ears. I was done with seeking justice or revenge or whatever it was.

He had looked at his long time running mate and had said, “Damn.” Juan didn’t know if Sam was into the death kink or not. But if he was, something definitely went wrong, which probably scared the girls so bad that they had gotten dressed and left. Juan just remembered the security cameras in the lobby. Shit, too late now. Or maybe Sam really killed himself. He did say he was lonely. He was desperate to spend a few days there with him. Sam had even asked Juan if he could stay on for another week or two. Juan had said no because it would be foolish. They all had an agreement to never see each other again.