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Really? Frantically, I quickly opened the other files from the same folder and then even more files from other folders and scanned through them. The different documents outlined different cases, but the theme was all the same. All files pointed a finger to the crimes that Madame Francesca had allegedly committed and had somehow kept hidden under the rug for all these years. Some files went way back for more than ten years. A certain year caught my eye and with a resigned sigh, I clicked to the open the folder containing files from the year that my mother passed away.

He spoke hesitantly. "Case of Jordan Lucas's bank robbery. The drug racket case of Jordan Lucas. Jordan Lucas's organ trafficking case. This folder contains just three files, all of which are associated with Jordan Lucas. How about the remaining cases?" I questioned him. "In that list, you presented all 7 cases related to Jordan Lucas, and you know that I never lost any case against Jordan Lucas." He eyes gleamed with confidence on mentioning about his achievements. "Okay, then on Monday we'll visit you." I placed two files in my bag and opened the one for which my ankle was twisted.

How could I, the delta of black pool pack, a man of reason and law, penetrate the fortress of a man who thrived in the darkness of the forest? The answer seemed to come in the form of a forgotten file, hidden in the dusty corners of the pack's library department's archives. It was a record from a case closed decades ago, a case involving a strange man a brilliant and ruthless businessman who had vanished without a trace. The file was thin, but filled with unanswered questions and cryptic notes. But one detail stood out: Been involved in a shady network, a consortium of powerful individuals who operated beyond the reach of the law. My mind raced as I moved about in the library.

It just implied it in a way that made the reader believe they were the one who thought of it. The second result was older, resurfacing only after I jumped from one harsh tag to the next. A financial scandal that never quite became one. A missing financier. Roland Keene. The investigation stalled, and the case was sealed. The article noted that Hawthorne’s legal team intervened early, efficiently, and after that, nothing more could be obtained. No charges were filed. No evidence was found. The word unsolved sat there like an accusation no one was brave enough to say out loud.

stated Evander matter-of-factly. “What?” I asked and pulled out of Andrew’s embrace. “Are you sure?” “Yup. I can tell by the scent left behind.” I looked over at Osiris and he was nodding his head in agreement. “I guess that makes what I found missing not so interesting.” “What’s missing?” Andrew asked. “A set of case notes from an older case. The case has been resolved, all appeals exhausted. From a quick inventory it appears that’s the only thing missing.” “Sweetness, are you sure it’s missing? That sounds pretty specific,” questioned Evander.

"Sorry, ladies. Just a little greeting from your good friend." "Well then, good friend. How about you brief us on what's been happening with the thing. How far have you gone with your research?" Sharlene asked him. "We'd like to know as much as we can before continuing with him." I added, although I'm certain he already knows that. You can never be sure with Mica. He's always acting so immature that we actually start believing in his behavior. "He doesn't talk much unfortunately, but I did retrieve some files from when they first found him. Maybe they'll help. They're on the desk, labelled 'MM: Case 27'."

I know the guys will be back soon, and I’m hoping we can spend some time together today, especially since I have these days off. Back in the bedroom, I place my coffee down and grab the file Justin gave me. As I start reading through it, it feels like the case hasn’t progressed at all. By the fourth sheet, I’m tired of seeing the generic labels—suspect A, B, and C. But I push through, highlighting key areas they should focus on.

"The darned file on the case we are looking into currently!" "We are looking into several cases, Hamish. Earltons Buckweaver. Boman. Harkness. Jackson. Peterson. Brown. Be more specific." His voice was cool and analytical as he listed all the current big cases. His relaxed voice annoyed me. "The Earlton's!", I bit, tossing the files back and forth. File 305. File 305. Where the fuck is file 305? "From the 2005 ordeal. You know the big shabang?" I twiddled my hand into the air.

If Richard was the one keeping us in a dark here, whose side was David really on? I reached Row 42. The lights were flickering, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor-to-ceiling shelves of boxes. The smell of old ink was overwhelming. "David?" I called out, my voice trembling. No answer. I walked deeper into the stacks. At the very end of the row, a single box sat open on a rolling cart. Its contents were strewn across the metal surface—police photos, witness statements, and charred diagrams of a car. I reached for a folder labeled CASE FILE: 2016-774-B.

He was expecting Lorenzo to drop his mask anytime now and roar like a caveman before pulling out long swords to slaughter any human nearby. “That’s impossible. This report shows the traces then how come cops closed the file. Either the entire system is corrupted or under the massive pressure of answering rich folks and media. Such cases are hard to solve because the culprits are difficult to track when no living witness is left behind to punctuate the truth.” Lorenzo replied firmly while taking a hard look at the ruins of the once lavish resort. He saw the news and was disturbed by the aftermath where the families didn’t have bodies to bury other than derbies of destroyed buildings and dark