"I know, although he's a murderer, it's not our right to kill him, whether he is a human or not." Jake argued later. He doesn't agree with Mike's idea of wanting to kill Vincent Cox instead of arresting him. Mike looked away, then sighed annoyingly. He was silent for a moment to think calmly about what to do next."We'd better keep following the hints by spying on the priest. We also have to put our eyes on Brandon Meadow in the hospital. Hasn't he done with the surgery?" Jake asked Mike if he had finished surgery, reminding him. Mike turned his head and snorted loudly. He almost forgot about it because of the burning vampire in the autopsy room."I'm going to the hospital now!" said Mike, standing from his seat and ready to leave."I'm coming with you!" Jake followed. They went off together in the same car to the hospital. Since the case seemed so much bigger than before, Jake and Mike should have put their whole attention into solving it. Their reputation and job were so much at sta

After getting an explanation from the doctor about what happened to Brandon Meadow, Jake and Mike are now walking while discussing what's on their minds. Jake and Mike hesitated about taking information from Brandon, especially when Vincent's accusations were not proven. The problems were turned more complex because Brandon might make false accusations that lead the investigation to another way."If it's like this, I'm sure that Brandon lied a lot to the police," said Mike, stopping in the middle of the corridor and facing Jake. Jake nodded, too."Do you still want to interrogate him?" Jake asked with a hesitant look. Mike took a deep sigh, then turned his head to the side."If he's still covering everything up, why are we wasting our time? Besides, we'd better focus on finding Vincent Cox. I'm starting to get suspicious of a few people, including Zachary Smith and Heather Meadow. It just like, I feel like there are a lot of things hidden here," said Mike again. Jake nodded. Now, they

"What if you also give me access to the surveillance cameras?" Mike asked, then grinned afterward. Anderson looked displeased and slightly narrowed his eyes. Anderson did not give Mike a chance to find evidence. He showed a displeased expression with narrowed eyes."Detective, I think you're asking too much.""Don't you want to help the police solve this case and save your company's reputation?" Mike replied more.Anderson slightly chuckled cynically at what Michael said. He nodded but refused."Detective, I will help you solve this case, but not by breaking company rules. If you agree, we can continue this," said Anderson with a mysterious smirk.Mike chuckled, though it sounded corny. He still didn't let Anderson off the hook. Michael would keep bugging him, although it should be tough. Mike needed Anderson to give him the required information."Tell me what you are hiding, Mr. Silva. Why does it seem so difficult for me to obtain information about the chronology of Chad Donovan's d

Vincent grimaced strangely when the doctor inserted a small syringe into his skin. Not long after, his dark red blood filled the small tube."Okay, that's it!" After injecting the needle, Doctor Fordham pressed the wound with a small pad to stop the flow of blood. He put the blood sample into a container. Not long after, a lab staff member brought a small tube containing Vincent's blood sample. Vincent continued to look at the staff through the door."We will know the results in a few hours. But my prognosis is that you are experiencing stress, which is quite affecting your eating patterns," said the doctor, giving an initial explanation to Vincent. Vincent then frowned, not understanding."Stressed?" The doctor nodded again."Stress can affect many things, including causing your eating disorder. Moreover, I heard that your son is sick, right?" Vincent nodded at the question. Doctor Fordham smiled again."I think it would be better if you could go home and rest." The doctor suggested

"Bon appetite!" said Vincent as soon as he saw the blood bag. No matter what type, Vincent was very hungry tonight. He pulled one of the clips attached to the top before sucking out the blood."Aaahhh…" Vincent took a satisfied drag and smiled. He continued to suck blood and enjoyed it while closing his eyes."This is delicious," he said, finishing one bag in one gulp. He was starving, and the taste of blood relieved his thirst. However, Vincent still needed more. He took another bag with a different blood type and opened the seal."Hhmm, it tastes a bit different." Vincent tasted it again, and he felt something was not the same."What type is this?" he grumbled, reading the label."Negative AB." Vincent read it and went back to sucking it. It doesn't taste good. Vincent also took another bag of blood. He looked at it for a moment, then went back to sucking it. Vincent felt the same sense of satisfaction. Instantly, his body felt refreshed, and he didn't feel sleepy. Vincent removed t