Michael and Jake go to Horus Tech Corporation, which is where Vincent works at. A number of witnesses will be questioned about the murder of the company's CEO. People who work for Chadler Donovan, like Heather Meadow, are the first ones to be questioned.
Heather looked very sad about her boss's death. Her eyes were puffy, and her nose was red. Heather cried because she felt sad that her boss had left her.
“Shall we begin, Miss Meadow?” asked Detective Mike Emerson. Heather nodded. They were provided with a meeting room that was not that big to ask several people.
“Do you know Vincent James Cox? The IT senior who was fired a week ago, "Mike started his question. Jake sat in the same room, a little away from the table his friend was using. He folded his legs and wrote down the necessary things in his book.
"Yes, I know him," replied Heather in a low tone.
“How close?”
"Not even close. We only ate lunch together a few times." Heather answered without much thought.
"What are you talking about?" Mike's eyes moved toward Heather. His job was to read the witness's body language.
"It's not important."
"Then why do you want to meet him for lunch?" Are you two just talking for no reason?" She pursed her lips and said "yes."
"That's about it." Heather still didn't care about Vincent and didn't want to talk about him.
"What do you think about Vincent Cox's looks?" Who or what has he been in Horus the whole time?" The next question was also asked by Mike.
"No. He seems like a normal guy to me. He has an old-fashioned look and looks like a student. I also don't like the perfume he wears. Ew, that smells bad." Heather shook a little in disgust as she talked, and Mike nodded again.
"Then what kind of perfume do you like?"
"Like what Mr. Chad Donovan has. Strong and stylish." Mike gave another nod. Even though Mike had a good idea of how close his boss and secretary were, he didn't want to make assumptions.
"Did Vincent ever send threats after being fired?" Heather turned her head.
Heather asked, looking interested in the murder case all of a sudden, "Is Vincent the killer?"
“For now, only Vincent Cox is a suspect."So if there is any additional information about his whereabouts, it would be very helpful to us," Mike answered, still looking at Heather. Heather seemed to be starting to become interested, even though previously she had been indifferent.
“I don't know where he is. But have you ever contacted his family?" Heather moved her position slightly closer to the detective who was interrogating her.
“Vincent Cox's only remaining family is his stepfather, while his mother is dead. They haven't seen each other in a long time; his dad is now in Dallas."
“If that's the case, I'm sure that Vincent Cox killed Mr. Donovan. He hates Mr. Donovan because he was fired." Actually, Mr. Donovan wanted to keep Vince, but this was his second mistake." Heather began to complain, which made her statement a little more interesting.
"Do you think his motive was just hatred?" Heather nodded right away, without thinking.
"Okay, what else? He doesn't have any skills. So it makes sense that he was fired. He is very wrong to think that this company should keep him. He can only get back at them.”
"Can you explain to me what kind of work Vincent Cox has done so far?"
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Vincent took a quick breath and looked at himself in the store window mirror. He didn't even like the way his face felt. Vincent quickly walked back to his car near the small market because he was scared. Vincent's poor car got a ticket and was towed by the cops for not parking properly.
"Damn it!" Vincent spoke as he looked to the left and right. He needed to get back to his flat by bus right away and move. Vincent tried not to sit near the window once he found the bus so that he wouldn't be in strong sunlight. That part of his body that wasn't covered by clothes, like his hands, hurt a lot.
The skin on his hands also became paler and scarier. When Vincent was confused, he kept putting his hand over his nose a few times. He could smell something very strange and strong. He also became able to hear better. He could even hear people talking behind him.
An individual in the front seat, who was not close to Vincent but could be heard, said, "If the old man won't hand over his wallet, just stab him!" Vincent turned around and saw two guys who seemed to be planning on mugging another passenger near them.
Vincent started to doubt. He turned to Kyron, who looked at him and smiled. For a moment, Vincent stared at Kyron's innocent face and beautiful blue eyes. For some reason, Vincent hugged Kyron, who leaned his head against his chest.
Vincent's eyes continued to stare forward at the two men. As soon as they got off, Vincent came down too. While carrying Kyron, Vincent stopped in the middle of his journey home.
The two men followed an old man using a cane who was walking on the sidewalk. It seemed like he wanted to walk home after taking the bus. As soon as he arrived at the end of the alley, one of the men immediately pointed a knife at the old man while threatening him.
“Give me your wallet!” yelled the pickpocket. The old man was scared, but he just shook his head.
The other man pushed something out of the old man's jacket pocket and said, "Ahk, give it to me!"
"Don't let me go! Help!!" The thieves were robbing an old man, and he fought hard to get away from them.
Vincent didn't say anything and didn't move. He wondered why he was suddenly there. What was he really aiming for? Does he want to help, or is he just passing by?
“Aahkk, let go! Or I will kill you!” the thief said again. However, it turned out that the old man fought with his stick, which made the knife cut the thief's hand.
Even though the old man yelled, "Don't take my wallet!" the two thieves were able to take his money, even though his arms were cut up. They rushed to get to Vincent.
Vincent frowned in surprise because the two men were running, but he saw it as a slow scene like in a movie. As soon as he smelled the blood that made him gulp, Vincent stretched out his hand so it hit one of the pickpockets. While one leg was blocking the other, both of them fell to their knees.
Vincent put Kyron, who he was carrying, on the sidewalk. Then he dragged the two men easily, like trash bags.
“Aah, who are you? Let me go!" both of them screamed, overwhelmed by Vincent's strong strength. The old man who was robbed was confused when Vincent took the two pickpockets into the alley next to them. Vincent threw them both near the trash can until they fell.
“Fuck! Do not interfere!" one of them attacked Vincent, but he quickly dodged it, then turned around, twisted his arm, and threw him against the wall. Meanwhile, his friend, who also wanted to attack, was kicked by Vincent until his body flew and was thrown far away until he fainted from hitting the wall.
The man yelled, "Let me go!" as he tried to get away from Vincent. Vincent could no longer keep himself, though. It let both of its fangs show when it opened its mouth wide. His head tilted naturally, and all of a sudden he bit the man hard on the neck to draw blood from him.
"AAAHHKK!"
Vincent closed his eyes, enjoying the sweetness of blood that should be disgusting to normal humans. The screams of pain were like a sweet song to his ears. He was happy to hear the dying roar of his victim. The extraordinary taste of blood was now washing away his dry throat.While enjoying it, Vincent realized it and widened his eyes. He quickly let go of his bite, his mouth full of blood. The pickpocket went limp and fell to the ground, unconscious. Either he is dead or not.“Uh, what happened to me? What did I do?” Vincent panicked. He swallowed the remaining blood many times in his mouth. Meanwhile, the old man he was helping carried Kyron to check on the situation."Sir?" he called to Vincent, who was standing aside. Vincent turned his back and wiped the blood with his wrist. The old man approached Vincent, who was a little confused. He had to find out what happened to him, but what?“Sir, are you okay?” The man asked the confused Vincent. He wiped away the remaining blood befor
The pickpocket that Vincent and the priest left behind started to open his eyes. His breath was ragged, like that of a hungry wild animal. His eyes turned red, as did the skin on his extremely pale hands. He started to stand up and look in all directions.Vincent threw his friend, who crashed not far from him, and he also woke up. Some people just passed by in front of the alley without caring about them.“Ahhk, my head!” groaned the friend holding his head while sitting. He raised his head and saw that his criminal friend in the robbery this afternoon was standing a few meters away, staring at him. It was getting late as the street lights were turned on.“Hey, Tom. Why are you just standing there? Help me up!” he shouted at his friend. His friend was still staring intently while the other man was still rubbing his head and nape alternately. The man called Tom finally walked towards his friend. feeling that your friend will help you reach
Vincent came out of the room with a good, fresh look. Although he was only wearing an old long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, he looked much better. It was late afternoon, and it was time for dinner. He came over to Kyron, who was sitting on the floor, busy playing with an empty bottle."Hey..." Vincent touched Kyron, who grinned widely when he saw him. Vincent also smiled at him."You look good in those clothes, kid," said Zach while serving dinner at the dining table not far from them. Vincent just smiled as well.“Let's have dinner. I've also made porridge for your baby," said Zach again. Vincent nodded and thanked him. He picked up Kyron and put him on a chair. Because Kyron was a baby and he was too small to sit and eat in a normal adult chair, Vincent then put Kyron on his lap."Better?" Vincent asked, to which Kyron babbled as if he were saying yes."Smart boy!" said Zach, smiling.“Are you a Catholic?” Zach asked again,
Vincent took off his hoodie and put it on before he left the room. After Kyron slept, he took steps to look for information and wanted to return to his apartment. Vincent didn't take much with him; the police had to tow the car because his identification tag was still inside."Are you going out?" Zach asked Vincent, who had just closed the door slowly.“Uh, yes, Father. I have to go out for a moment. "I have to get some things from my old apartment," Vincent answered rationally. Zach nodded in understanding."Yes, of course. How about your baby?""He is sleeping. Can I leave him for a while, Father? I won't be long.” Zach smiled and nodded.“Sure, I'll read a book first before going to bed. Be careful and come back quickly. There's a lot of crime in New York at night," said Zach while patting Vincent's arm, who was a little stunned. His mind had flashes of memories of fleeing with Kyron and getting bit by a police officer who was
“Honey, come inside. Let me talk to Vincent." Mr. Jamieson gently asked his wife to come back into the room. With a flat expression, the woman turned to go into her room. After that, Mr. Jamieson spoke to Vincent again.“Tell me the truth, Vince. What happened?" Mr. Jamieson insisted, half whispering to Vincent. Vincent turned slightly towards the door, then pulled Mr. Jamieson's arm away from the door.“Mr. Jamieson, please help me. I'm being slandered. I was accused of shooting my ex-boss, even though I wasn't the one who did it. I came to get my things!” said Vincent, also lowering his voice so as not to make a noise. Mr. Jamieson seemed to frown slightly.“The police came this afternoon to question some neighbors. Luckily, I wasn't home yet, so they couldn't do it. If what you said is true, then why would they question everyone?”Vincent took a deep sigh. He was a little hesitant to tell him what happened.&l
For a while, Vincent was walking a little erratically, and the police almost caught him. He approached the door of the apartment where Brandon lived. When he arrived at the door to the apartment, Vincent, who had already raised one hand, hesitated. His brow furrowed.“What would Heather say if she saw me? Will she report me to the police?” he muttered doubtfully. Vincent gave up his intention to knock on the door. It would be better if he just waited until Brandon came out. If Vincent still had a cell phone, it might be easy for him to contact Brandon. The problem is that the cellphone was left in the car, and now it has been towed by the police.Vincent was forced to wait near the stairs without knowing when Brandon would come out. While sitting quietly near the steps, Vincent leaned his head and then tilted his head slightly upwards. His eyes caught a very small spider walking on the wall. Even though the distance between him and the wall was quite far, t
Mike and Jake received a report from one of the officers about Vincent. They immediately rushed to the location. Mike even stayed up two nights to hunt for the latest information about Vincent Cox. He still insisted that Vincent was a professional killer.As soon as they arrived at the apartment, paramedics had just arrived. Mike's brow furrowed in astonishment. He came closer and watched as Brandon Meadow was taken to the ambulance."What happened?" Mike asked Brandon, who was in pain with a brace on his arm. Heather was seen standing not far from his brother with a worried expression.“He came... ahkk... he broke my arm... aah!” Brandon grimaced in pain and cried. He couldn't stand the excruciating pain."How did it happen?" Jake asked in surprise."I've already told you that he is a madman, a psychopath! Luckily, my brother screamed, so he survived; otherwise, he would have died like Mr. Donovan!” Heather said, her emotions rising.“Calm down, Miss Meadow. Please explain to us what
Along with witness testimony, Michael Emerson and Jake Turner started gathering evidence regarding Vincent Cox. Aside from that, Vincent is becoming harder to find across the state of New York. They called in police from Denver to stop Vincent from leaving the city."Let's see the surveillance camera footage!" Jake inquired with his partner. With a nod, Mike trailed him to the security control center. Both the manager and the building security officer were on hand to help.“Show me!” said Mike, ordering the security guard to play the footage. It also recorded the time when the recording took place for investigation purposes.The footage shows Vincent exiting the stairs to Brandon Meadow's apartment. Mike frowned when he saw the time."Stop! Try playing the camera on the entrance.” Mike ordered him again. The recording is replaced with the camera position at the front of the building and repeated at the same time as before.“