Our eyes cannot wait to get some sleep after several hours that had run off in WPD.
Marina was glued to the screen - making a report of every single move we abide she insert that as well.
Meanwhile, myself were concentrating on where the van went that might create a pattern inside of my head after I latch them down not to snooze.
The van often move forward to uncrowded places and kept turning rights and lefts to scramble their tracks.
I realized from the Match your Tea store near the road to district twenty-one - there was another van that conforms to the color and style of the van but the plate wasn't identical.
This clean van and the original were separated after they met at James's apartment but they don't stand on the same street but on opposite.
So these ugly bastards create asynchronous strategies to trick us.
"Marina" I called her but she didn't even give me a look yet still her eyes on the screen.
"What?!" Her voice deepens as she tugged her both brows down south.
"The mob has two vans I don't have a concept of which one is the original"
"What are you talking about? So you telling you wanted me to restart the f*king report?" She straight up fury.
"You can just edit the body of the report, Detective" My voice strives to calm her temper down and appear it won't function on her.
"Tell me more or I'll blow my wrath on you"
"Alright chill off, the van that copies the original one stayed at the warehouse on East Wind road to district four while the original truly runs across the barricade" She nodded.
"We'll check the warehouse tomorrow"
I opened the futuristic television to watch recent news from WCN.
The announcement caught our attention, the case we are currently solving is about the stitch-up of the victim, a drug den, missing children, and a married couple homicide.
What a night! The chief reports about us that we are working on it like the "Don't panic, everything will be fine everyone" that kind of speech.
Allison the reporter for WPD addressed the evidence and the place that we visit to catch the predator.
Saying "The limbs of the stitched case haven't been reported that they uncover the limbs of the victim in district twenty, the following same investigation but an unidentical case which is a drug den at Block 8 of Snowdonia Street in district nineteen that filled with drugs for illegal trading to South Winter port and lastly a tragic married couple homicide in district ten that has been violated against by invaders and if you have found any van like this one in the city, please do inform us". She summarized the three cases for one similar investigation.
I signed out and let Marina do the rest because she wanted to.
The stars glimmers above the depth of the dark sky and the half-moon for new moon glares on the height of the building. I embrace all the breeze that crawls onto my head to shoulders - it was slightly frigid outside.
I walked instead of hitching a ride from Marina but I declined. I try to contact Wayne if he's available.
"What's up brother?!" Wayne greeted. I sighed with joy through the mist that at last, I heard his voice again.
"Hey, Wayne, you busy? How about we meet now?" I asked.
"Sorry mate, I'm a bit gaudy today but I can meet you up as I assigned for a reunion for us"
"Wayne, you can talk now, if you are truly busy what are you doing there?"
"Do you remember I was allocated in a company so it's pretty related to papers and whiskies"
"Not kitties, right?"
"I do hope so but I will see you around, have a good nap it's pretty late now but don't worry about me, my eyes are stronger than my belly eh"
"Ok thanks anyways" I ended the call - well I sounded horrible today.
The lampposts on each side of the pavement slightly faded glimmer and the trees along the streetlights were steady as a plastic bonsai tree.
No cars run around because it's the middle of the curfew. Why there's a curfew? Nah I don't give a crap about it.
I landed my feet at last in front of the Green flinch after several paces I stride to get here.
It was sealed so I contacted the landlord to empty the door for me - luckily she was up.
The landlord is a she, a youthful one she's around her mid-thirties but she has the complexion of a Korean that you will never speculate how old she truly is.
She opened the door with a blue night dress with a glittering comet, the string on her shoulder slid down, and then she covered it with her ebon hair.
"It's the middle of a curfew and midnight, why late mister?" She raised her one brow with a cute smirk - is she flirting with me?
"At work ma'am" I let myself into the dark lounge after she paces aside with a calm sarcastic smile.
"You know I command my bot to give all the people who lived here cookies that I baked?" She asked and she followed my steps that I slip beneath me.
"I don't remember but thank you for letting me in as well as the cookies but I don't eat dessert and snacks, ma'am," I said before entering the elevator.
"You're the only man that seems always to hit the gym and gain proteins," She said with a seductive tone.
We both entered the elevator yet she still flirting with my ass.
"I appreciate that ma'am," I said before entering my stop onto the button.
"You single?" What in the actual f*ck? I know it's weird to ask a stranger that query even though she's beautiful but I still reject someone like her.
"Yes ma'am" I replied
"Me too" she giggles in the end.
"Ma'am, I forgot to catch your name by the way my name is Jonathan Wilson"
"Oh yes I know, my name is Deliana Roberts but you can call me Deli instead, Mr. Wilson" she moved closer as she glimpse it was my nearest stop.
"It's my stop now but you can call me Jon, ma'am but indeed you have a beautiful name with that pretty face of yours" I winked before I left.
I try to cover myself with sarcasm and I don't want a girl that flirts with me left broken so I mastered being a pretender. I bet I pushed her cheeks flushed.
I slept before I clean myself - another day another success. Hereafter, another work another stressful day.
"You sure about this one?" Marina asked before we put ourselves in the car.
"Yes if the car parks beside the warehouse it means we snag the wannabe" I replied.
"That district was a bit quiet and that gave birth to a bunch of good houses"
"I'm excited to see it"
We enter the foyer to district four which is West Wind we pass the six districts of the city that is filled with plenty of modern buildings, skyscrapers, stores, and more.
The guards told us to halt the vehicle as he blocked the gate.
"Identity please," he said.
"WPD, we are here to check the warehouse, can we inquire?" Marina asked as she lowered the door window. The warden nodded.
"Have you seen any van running across every street of district four?"
"Yes, I believe that van was from Watson from Libra Street, do you want me to contact him?"
"No you don't have to, we need to check their house as well as the warehouse and ask them a few questions, so can we come in?" Marina sighed her pressure. The warden let us in.
The moment we enter, this district was serene and neat like relieving tension villas and estates.
Every tree had blossomed with tiny flowers and their pavements exist stones that lead to every house that was attached to it.
There's no such skyscraper prevails here but this district looks like more a townlet than a subdivision.
Marina and I look around to catch the street sign labeled Libra lane.
"So each district had different classes?" I asked while the vehicle slowed its pace to locate where Watson lives.
"Yup as well as the other side, any more f*cking questions?" She simply replied and asked.
"I'm so curious about this city that's why I kept informing because this is the sixth time I move to another City Walls" She hummed once.
"There he is," Marina said after we uncover Libra Lane. There we go, we stepped out and then slammed the door.
Marina walks across the lawn with no hedges or fences without hesitation we aim to strike on the door.
"If he's not home it means he went out for attention to get caught from our chase," I said.
"WPD Open up!" I yelled while Marina was loading her gun and then hid it beneath her hips. No one answered. "We are here to inquire, open up!" I yelled again but silence welcomed us in. We counted down in a murmur before breaking in with a warrant on our fingertips.I'm the one who will unfurl and she will clear the area as I empty the entrance. The creak of the door made her set and so am I.Everything is chaotic like a beast rampant within the house.Papers everywhere, shattered glasses, and a splash of blood on the ceiling and floor but the body is missing. "What the f*ck happened here?" Marina has been tickled with shock. "They're covering all the tracks they left and looks like we have to find Watson's body before reporting" I calmed myself as we look around. "The warehouse?" "That too" A luxury kitchen in front of the living room, beneath the staircase, is a stocking room, the second footing there exists the master bedroom with no guest room and a ba
"You confident about this assh*le?" Marina asked after slamming the files of what they had committed. I nodded once. My intellect wasn't sure if I got the actual one and yet we are still unraveling where the kids took off by his mobs. My mind split into two. "Why did you plan to take the kids away and murdered the first victim and their parents?" I asked. "So you can see the people you murdered Jonathan," He said with his fist beginning to tighten its grip like he was about to strike. Marina does not care that we know one another because she didn't ask so. "The people who worked for you, why slaying them?" She asked. "Because that's what the Criemsons do as their signature" "Now you want to talk about the mafias huh?" "Sh*t why the fuck he's confessing?" I said to myself. "Jonathan, I know you have some answers there beneath your tongue" He speaks tough once more - he's pissing me off so I invented a lie. She glanced at me with wrath blazing in her
A man with long sleeves and three buttons was not screwed with a suit but fancy pants that every businessman unravels every day to go to work exists. He kicks himself out to stand on the docks to meet another man with a club under his starry evening gloves. Their eyes were sealed with frigidness and profoundness as they greeted evening and as the water crashed beneath the docks - they did not say a word yet. The breeze shuts their whispers as the man with a curve tap cane with a snake strikes its prey on the top of the grip. "Good evening Mr. Jimenez" the young man greeted as he heeds the tap of the cane above the wooden slab. "What do you want? I have other business to handle so make it quick if possible" the old man said after caressing on top of his palm or below his knuckles. "It's always about Colvart and Wilson" He fights his quiver and then attempts to gaze at the old man with a stubborn essence and the deadly sins. "I assigned them to eliminate the rott
After I take the tasks from Mr. Jimenez - He gave me a bunch of cash in the case. I take my morning coffee before heading to WPD. Another task that has been provided to me to accomplish from my mafia lineage tonight. Nevertheless, more work has to be done. The city grasps with empty lights and further noises. Hazes of pleasures mingle the buildings, illegal trading seeking above the pavements, and debris in each paces I take to WPD still exists. "Another case for us" Marina spoke up as she gave me the glass tablet in front of me with her eyes widened from stress. "What problem?" I asked then I smell her aroma after she leans forth on top and made me want to take off her skin to sniff it in. What a pervert of me. "In district seven, there's a case that the victim encountered rape last night and this motherf*cker got away without a trace of surveillance footage" she implied her nose and nails on the screen, her bosom dipping in as well as her loveliness beneath her brow
I summoned a cab in the evening. The sky gave sprinkles of wonders with its glimmering stars lighted beyond the clouds once more.I slid my buttocks into the cab to carry myself to district seven after it came.District seven doesn't have a gate like the few districts that stands beside the center, near ports, markets, and barricades.It only exists as a subdivision that blends with skyscrapers of companies, corporations, and such.Their apartment was close to the Park of the district that was coated with blossoms. I paid for the cab after I catch my destination. The district is peaceful like an empty hall in the museum.I push a stroll across the lawn and welcome myself in without greeters beside me.I went up where Grace hold which is between the base and the middle footing of the apartment. I knock on the door as my feet meet the entrance of her home.A slight creak prevails, she slid her fingers at the door and then toss me a confection smile."Good evening Sir Wilson, ple
She pulls herself up and heaves her tension and bliss aside to shove her breath with irritation forth.I stand still as well as her. Between us, there's the atmosphere barely getting cold from our gaze. My chin is on her top so she gazes up high.I was concerned about her what happened to James's kids and then this is what happened if I shed a Russian's single sorrow. "Why you are like this? I'm concerned" I whispered and then try myself not to resist shoving reverse. "We should've split," She said and her breathy mist hit upon my chest - it was cold. "The kids will have their peace and we can do better than our mistakes" I replied and lay my consideration palm onto her shoulders. "Don't you ever touch me!" She pushes herself backward. "If you keep thinking about them, we'll never solve the case successfully" "You failed eight times but you kept going onward so where's the old one who carries hefty weights eh?" I added as I move gradually nigher. "The more
"I can take the crate safely" I spoke one's mind with irritation as well as bliss to see her stroll off as I kneeled to clutch the crate by strength. "Good night Sir Wilson," She said afterward brushing her lips to keep an eye on me holding up the crate that wasn't heavy as a boulder. "I'll deliver this to my friend from district two and you don't have to mind my own business Ma'am Deli" I huffed before I take another pace and haul more air behind the crate. "Going out during the curfew? Why your friend from the other city didn't pass the crate to your friend from district two?" She asked with her curiosity running around her thoughts. "I have no idea but I can take it from here, Good night!" My temper pulled up but my yell did not make her halt from tiptoeing beneath my footsteps. "Use my car to get there," She told me with a weary face and yet with a kindness beyond her prettiness. We entered the elevator. "I'll use a cab" "There's no cab available in to
"I have to do my job for the morning so I have to flee but I'll give you my number to contact me" I gave him a bounce of my chin. "Wilson, I will be delightful if you take my tasks after our business and we will offer goods for you eventually" He passes his smoke to his blondie and then slithers his fingers to seize the other's waist to tolerate her to sit on his lap. "What offer you may lend after my killing?" I asked. "Give my boy a hlibny dar vodka baby" He pushes her gently before striking his palm onto her pale cheeks. "I don't drink and smoke, may I ask what's your name?" I asked once again as I drowse my elbow onto the resting chair to brush my chin. "Ever since merely once?" He grinned and so did the others. I hurl a nod. "Push to the limit before I unzip my chattering tongue" "Only one shot and no smoke," I said. "Alright, my name is Jack Thorne" He requested his lady to give me vodka. The lady is narrow and full-figured, slightly tan