The rain poured hard, slashing on the windshield of Max’s car as he drove off to the address of the Sanatorium that William had sent. His eyes drifted from the road to his cellphone resting on his cup holder, thinking about the strange call Iris had made. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what she said but rather if she had really meant it, because if there’s someone who’d be doing everything to stop him from going to William, it would be her.
A lightning slashed through the starless sky and the thunder roared after, it wasn’t that long until Max had found the tall castle-like institution—a total creepy place he thought, but then he realized it was the place he really expected knowing that he’s dealing with a psychopath. Stepping out of the car, he didn’t mind getting drenched on the rain. A warm light was coming from inside, creating a shadow of a man stretched over the ground by the front window. He narrowed his eyes, blin
The long steel bar scratching against the window glasses woke the little Madelaine up from her sleep. Hugging her crocodile stuff toy her Mom gave her, she jumped out from her bed and sauntered towards her door but immediately halted when she heard a loud thud coming from outside. Gripping the knob with her soft tiny hands, she twisted it open and peered through the small gap she made. She heard her mother’s cries, pleading as she knelt on the floor with her hands cupped together, her back turned on Iris. She flinched upon hearing the sharp noise of the steel bar as it clanked on the tiled floor of their house. “Please, don’t take my daughter, you can bring me instead…please!” her mother cried out. From the gap of her door, she could only see half of his fath
William didn’t even flinched for a bit, but his eyes carried dismay and pain, as if he had never expected Iris to actually shoot him. Of course he didn’t, because Iris had always been submissive and loyal, he mistook it as an affection. That’s when he confirmed that she feels nothing towards him, not a single sentiment nor a speckleof respect. He looked at Iris’ face filled in horror as she fell sitting on the floor, and suddenly, his brother’s face flashed before his eyes—the face of agony when he was suffering from his sickness and the face of euphoria when he met Iris as his gift. He realized all of it just went straight to the drain basing on Iris’ change ofdirection. He could’ve killed her right at that moment, he could’ve told Max everything that he needs to know about her, he could crush her world in an instant and tear her heart into pieces that will never be mendedagain. But how could he d
Chapter 43Police sirens disturbed the quietness of the forest. Chief Danillo personally went with the officers to see Max and his sister upon receiving their call that they were at the Sanatorium. Aside from the broken door and the blood spilled on the floor, they found Max and Georgia sitting idly unscathed inside the now abandoned castle of the Nightcrawlers.“They got Anderson,” Max announced mindlessly, his voice sounded neutral and hollow. “They got Anderson, Chief,” he repeated, his voice almost cracked, his eyes firmly looking at the Chief.“I’m sorry Carter, we came late,” the Chief said, sympathetic. “You have nothing to worry about, we’ll be searching for her all night. They wouldn’t reach anywhere far from here,” he assured and lifted his hand to pat him on his back. His gaze landed on Georgia whose eyes were nervously roaming around, watching
The sun had settled itself into the horizon as Max dragged the last box of Claire’s things inside her newly renovated apartment. Just across the building was the view of the bay that glistens like a thousand crystals floating at any point of the day.“Do you have any plans tonight?” Max spun around, and saw Claire’s hands occupied with plastic bags that looked like a whole bunch of meats and cans of beers. She wiggled her eyebrows at him which made him chuckle.“None that I can trade for with cans of beer,” he answered grinning. He walked towards her to get the plastics and put them on the kitchen. Claire’s place was big enough to have a small kitchen area, a bathroom that fits a bathtub, and even had space for her computers beside the bed. She had the walls painted white and designed it in Scandinavian style, matching all of her furniture and decors in a warm nude color scheme with a t
“Are you leaving already?” Claire peered through the door of her room and asked Max who was already wearing his jacket. Flicking the lights on, she squinted her eyes when the light hit them. She glanced on the clock that was ticking near eleven o’clock midnight. She didn’t realize she fell asleep while watching a movie with the boys at the living room, and then woke up already tucked in her bed.“Yeah,” Max answered. “The Chief wants us to get early in the office tomorrow. There’s an upcoming case that he prefers we two should handle,” he answered as he walked near her.“Okay, drive safely, please pick me up tomorrow, Hoon and Lance also need to get back, they can’t stay here.” Claire requested sleepy, her eyes half-closed. Max gave her a small smile.“You should sleep more, I’ll go ahead okay?” Max turned around and w
“Mr. Hooper,” Max called and stood up. “A not so good day to meet you.” Stretching his arm for a handshake, Max already felt his blood boil upon seeing the face of the only Nightcrawler that they caught after a long time of chasing. Calix Hooper received his hand and shook it tightly, holding Max in his mischievous gaze.“Well, I was hoping for the Chief so…it’s definitely also not a good day for me to meet you instead,” he said, breaking the handshake and sat down right away. He leaned back against the chair and lifted his legs, casually putting them crossed above the table. “Did he sent you here? What did he say about my proposal?”Max sat down quietly, he didn’t let him have the upper hand and went straight to the point. “He’s still thinking whether to accept your offer or not,” he said trying to sound provocative as much as he can. But Cali
Max is a keeper of his word. He was really going to make a deal with Calix Hooper to get him out in exchange of his information but as soon as his mind was filled with all the odious stories of Iris, he couldn’t suddenly grasp the reason why he should help him get free.He still had so many questions—where are the Nightcrawlers are hiding now? Is it really true that Lieutenant Fonollosa was dead? Who is that Lieutenant and just how powerful is he to cover the crime that he did on Iris’ family?Does Iris really had that ability that Pavo Hatcher inflicted on her?He could remember all the inexplicable times when he really thought that were only an effect of the medications he’s taking. He remember the very first time he saw Iris do it, the second day after she came in St. Valen’s unit. He definitely saw at the corner of his eyes when Iris was facing him as he talked with an offi
“You found anything?” Lance swerved around to peer at Hoon’s computer and saw him scrolling through Max’s data. Lance sighed and said, “That’s not what you’re supposed to do, Dude.”Hoon shrugged. “I just wanted to research a few more facts about him. I can’t believe he’s that kind, we shouldn’t trust kindness remember.” Hoon clicked on one link and a thousand codes of numbers and alphabets colored in green and red filled the screen in columns, flowing like a stream of water. After a whole minute, it came into a halt with a bar blinking for a few times before the screen turned white and St. Valen’s database flashed right in front of their eyes.“Ah-ssa!” he exclaimed and giddily scrolled down on hundred police officers’ profiles. He hovered to the search engine and typed Max’s name.“You better