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Ryan asked as he played with my hair. “Well she told me that she suspected Gabriel to be in illegal dealings with a man.” I tried remembering his name but I forgot. “I forgot the name of the man. She said Most of his secret files were in his office which were kept in a safe. She said that the safe was hidden at the back of a portrait in the office,she said she couldn't open it and when he caught her loitering around he beat her to stupor.” I explained everything to Ryan. “He is one heartless man.” Ryan answered and I agreed with him.

The Name That Shouldn't Have Existed Nobody left the library that night. The discovery of Daniel Mercer transformed what had begun as a decades-old mystery into something immediate, because hidden financial records and forgotten photographs belonged to the past, but a missing man was different. A missing man could still be found. The fire burned low in the fireplace while the clock pushed steadily toward midnight, and although exhaustion had begun creeping into everyone's faces, nobody suggested stopping because each new answer seemed to generate three additional questions.

How did they get my student ID and pull this off? Everything was still a mystery. The next morning, before dawn, Professor Mann's call woke me up. "Elena, get to Greenvale Hospital right now. The police have made a new discovery."

And if that Drey would be the only person to help me, I would do whatever it takes just to please her. “I’m sorry to say this but other than her name, I couldn’t give any further details. I hope you understand, man. I cannot disclose the details of her address as it was too confidential. But anyway, you can search her Famebook account or her photos on the internet. She’s quite a public figure, bro. Well, that makes me think about why you didn’t know her. Ah, I know right! You’re always busy dating your bunch of girlfriends,” and he really laughed at me on the other line, “but by the way, why did you suddenly ask about Ondrea Laxamana? What about her? Is she your new flavor of the month?” he

This was supposed to be the first thing to do before I spent off my day , and surprisingly my money was unbelievably enough to make a good order tomorrow. I slapped mysel, I jumped screaming which woke up my wife and I pretended to be making a prayer so that she won't ask a lot of questions. I was so happy and excited, I quickly forgot about my preassumed loss. I then started to focus on my business. I got to the small table in my room to have a look into my pastor's book I had been given as a parting gift when he left us for South African branch, though he was selling them he offered it to me free of charge. Although it was given for free I struggled with laziness to open it. The title of t

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

I replied challenging at him. "We know what you're buddy but people don't know about you, so we have to find out that guy before it goes viral on internet," Rajeev said. "Okay," everyone agreed making me sigh in relief. After that everyone left to their respective homes and I went to my house, drifted off to sleep thinking about that mystery guy who made my life hell. After a week This week has been hectic to me to find out about that unknown guy. I tried searching everywhere but he is nowhere to be present and that guy is still mystery to me.

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

I ask, flabbergasted, “You seemed so shallow and chill when I met you and now you are some sort of a mind expert?” “To answer your question, I am a criminal psychologist, I help solve crimes.” He tells me nonchalantly as I stare at him with wide eyes. “So you are modern-day Sherlock Holmes? Also, you are so closely tied with the mafia, how you can possibly help our justice system?” I was beyond curious at this point. Who is this mystery man? “I guess.” He chuckles, finding my reaction amusing, “And I never said it was helping anyone. Also, the mafia is a bit more complicated than what it might seem like to you.”

So I was back to square one. I was back with the two options that I had before I started reaching out to my clients. And those options were the mysterious man, and Lucia. Honestly, I think I would be willing to take my chance on the mystery man than on Lucia. I don’t think my mental health could handle seeing another dead body, or having to clean up things that I would remember for the rest of my life; things that would most definitely keep me up at night. So yeah, I chose Mr. Mystery man. If I go there and things are not the way I want them to be and he’s a lot like Lucia, then I would know what to do next.