Detective Amiri's POV I was staring intently at my computer screen as I review the current case I am handling when a soft knock from my office door was heard. I called in with my loud and firm voice as I kept my eyes glued on the case I was evaluating. "Detective Amiri," a voice greeted me. I shifted my gaze to the person standing in front of me and recognized it was Dimitri. I nodded in acknowledgment as a response to his greeting. "What do we have?" I asked. Dimitri paused for a moment and took a deep and heavy sigh before he placed a file on my table. I looked at the file securely wrapped inside a thick, brown envelope. Then reverted my gaze on him with eyes full of question and curiosity. "It was the woman's file that was mentioned in Andrew Wilkins' case," he clarified. I remained to stare back at him as I waited for him to elaborate on what he was talking about. He cleared his throat. "Athena Collins, det

Unknown POV I almost got her. The one person I have been planning to save from this cruel nightmare has been taken away by those detectives. I slammed my fist into the long metal table, and it created an immeasurable, defeating noise. I was panting and gasping so hard, struggling to catch my breath. Not only that, but I had nothing to feel but the blazing fury inside me as I remembered what had transpired earlier. As I was tracking Athena Collins and her boyfriend for a month now, I got so used to their daily routine that I struggled so hard to strategize a concrete plan and execute it seamlessly. Lately, I have been seeing some loopholes in their daily routine. The boyfriend suddenly became negligent about Athena Collins, for the perfect reason that he began hanging out and giving more time to the other woman who recently intruded on their once-perfect relationship. Because of that, I was able to execute all my plans into rea

Chad's POV Lovi and I are casually walking around the shopping complex and enjoying each other's company. I would never want to jump to any conclusions or misconstrue it, but I definitely think this is just what they consider a getting-to-know-you phase. We were snacking a cotton candy, which would have been a sickly sweet treat with colors of the rainbow. I am sorry to have to say that I had never even heard of it, although it was full of flavor and perfect for anyone with a sweet tooth. I remembered her simply trying to point out to a vendor standing just next to his candy cart earlier, and the manner her lips pouted with her puppy dog eyes, I started to realize she was so sweet and adorable and looks almost exactly like a pre-schooler asking her father to purchase her some candy bars. Dad? Yuck. There is really no way I am a child predator, and if we are having a discussion about age, we are

Unknown POV I am interested to know how often these days I had already left to sort this mess out. I have spent so long hovering the very same nook and cranny for the recent months. Furthermore, I managed to keep myself distracted with things that I wanted to do to take the focus away from myself from the actuality that was seeking for me through my front door. There seem to be days when I am capable of handling my self-destructive sentiments, and that some nights are extremely critical, and I am continuing to learn that the next day I would get by is existence. I am trying to ascertain how many months I will really sketch various shades on my portrait; I do not even have a particular strategy. Some hours each night, I do not really feel positive about what I have accomplished in the last several months. It seems to be like something is seriously lacking as if I should have performed more. Especially given the fact that I grew up knowing I

Athena's POV I had spent so long staring blankly at the ceiling for a few hours as I lay frozen in place on the bed. It has been a few months, which has now become my typical scenario. So many things started to change, and I am pretty damn sure it was not for the greater good. While I was able to return to work, I have always had the great deal of uncertainty that perhaps the original Athena, who was constantly faced with grave danger and scared to death during that dreadful night four months ago, must have disappeared. And I have this uncomfortable feeling that I will never be able to easily find her and bring her back. In fact, it makes it appear that I would never be the same, ever again. I was admitted to a hospital for a month after that disturbing evening. In terms of the physical injury, I had withstood a tremendous amount. I had suffered severe blood loss as a result of the inexplicable mutilation, in which one of my to