Dylan arrived home pretty late that night, after Peter left his office, his brain was on overdrive, and he kept on looking at articles from the day his parents died. But everything was the same, they all reported that it was an accident, it was snowing, the roads were slippery and they crashed. Before he left the office though, he called the lead investigator on the case, but he was informed that he had retired, which raised a red flag for Dylan, his parents died seventeen years ago and the lead investigator was just twenty-five which meant he would be forty-two years old now and Dylan knew this, people in the force didn't retire early, they just moved on to high ranking roles. Plus, the person on the phone told him that the lead investigator retired ten years ago, which meant he would have been thirty-two at the time. No one retires at thirty-two, especially not a detective on a government salary; that's not just possible. With Lucas's help, Dylan was able to get the p
“I love you.” Anna said as she pulled back from the kiss. Dylan just stared at her, not saying anything and Anna felt like she had jumped the gun. “I'm sorry, don't mind me, forget I said anything.” Anna said as she scrambled to pack up her documents and leave the room as fast as possible. Dylan put his hand on top of hers, stopping her from gathering her documents. “Look at me, Anastasia.” Dylan said, and Anna slowly raised her head; in her mind, she was berating herself for opening her mouth; she shouldn't have said anything. Dylan took her hand and put it against his chest, right where his heart was and Anna was shocked at how fast it was beating. “This heart right here, many people have said I don't have one, that what was there was stone or coal and I'm sure even you have thought about it. That's what I wanted to happen; after I lost my parents, I built a wall around my heart; I said I would never let anyone in because I couldn't go through th
CHAPTER 118. Dylan dropped Emma off at school and then dropped Anna off at work, and then he dropped her off at work, but not at Prestige this time. Instead, he went to Kings Enterprise. He stepped into his office and answered some emails; he was trying to kill time, and he had set up a meeting with the detective; they were to meet by ten. Dylan lied and told him that he wanted the detective to be his CSO, which was the head of his security and the man couldn't say no. Dylan focused on the work at hand, looking through project reports and going through his emails. His alarm rang, alerting him that it was nine thirty and he needed to leave. He didn't want anyone to know where he was going so he went to the underground garage and took his Aston Martin and drove off. By the time his security noticed, he would be long gone. But he didn't want them making a ruckus and thinking that he had been taken or something like that, so he left a message for Lucas saying that h
Dylan could see the shock and fear in Alec's eyes but he quickly covered it up. “I don't understand, Mr. Knight; it's not unheard of for people to retire from the force.” Alec said as he put down his fork and knife and took a sip from his coke. “Yes, I know it's not unheard of. A lot of people retire early, and then they move on to different fields, but not people like you, not people that had a bright future in front of them; I mean, if you stayed on, you would've been chief of police by now, so what happened Alec, why did you leave?” Dylan asked him. Dylan could tell that he was nervous, the way he tapped his pinky finger against the table and he kept on moving his left leg. “I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Knight; the force wasn't it for me; I decided to pursue other job opportunities.” Alec said as he shrugged his shoulders. “You see, Alec, there's one thing I ask from people who work for me and prospective employees, and that's honesty. I told you, I
“Sorry, I didn't get you, you'll have to speak louder.” Dylan said. “I said that I did not check the car for signs of foul play; now, can you please open the door so I can leave.” Alec said. “I'm sorry, but I can't; we're not done here, Alec.” Dylan told him. “It doesn't matter what you ask me next, Mr. Knight, I'm not going to answer; I can't.” Alec said. “You see, there's a difference between can't and won't, Alec. When you say you won't, it means it's a personal decision, but when you say you can't, it means you want to, but something is stopping you. So what's stopping you, Alec? Who are you trying to protect?” Dylan asked. “You need to leave this alone Dylan.” Alec said to him, Dylan could tell that he was scared. “You're scared of them, aren't you? Whoever it is, you're trying to protect. I can help you; you know the type of reach I have; tell me what I need to know, and I'll help you.” Dylan told Alec. “Money isn't going to f
By the time he had destroyed most of the furniture in the room, Dylan had managed to calm down. His gut was right; the Smiths did have something to do with his parent's death; they covered it up, but something wasn't adding up. At the time, the Smiths didn't have enough money to pull off something like that, and then there was the ten million dollars in their accounts that just appeared out of thin air; it meant that there was someone else involved. The person that financed everything and he was going to find out who that person was and get enough evidence to bring all of them down. But to do that, Dylan had to go to the one place he had avoided since his parents died; he had to go back to their house; he doubted he would find anything there, but he had to try. After Mr. Scott adopted Dylan, he bought his parent's house and put it in Dylan's name. Dylan has had the house maintained with specific instructions not to move or touch anything. It's like the house was froze
“I kept everything as it was; nothing has been moved or changed; I always hoped and prayed that one day you'd come back.” Maria said. Dylan just nodded his head; he didn't say anything; he was choked up with emotions. Standing in the house, he felt like he was that eight-year-old boy again, who was waiting in the living room all night for his parents to come home. But they didn't; instead, when he opened the door, he was greeted by two police officers and a social worker; that was the worst day of his life. He took a deep breath and steadied himself then he turned around to face Maria. “It's nice to see you again Maria.” He said to her and she smiled. “You've grown into a fine young man, Mr. Dylan; sit down; I'll put on a pot of tea, and you can tell me all about your life.” Maria said. “No, there's no need for tea, let's just sit.” Dylan said to her, and she nodded her head and sat down on one of the armchairs while Dylan sat on the sofa opposite her.
After that revelation, Dylan said goodbye to Maria but he promised he would come back. Then he got into his car, and by the time he left his parent's house, it was already five in the evening, so he drove back home in a daze. He couldn't believe it or wrap his head around it; could the other person involved in his parent's deaths possibly be Mr Williams, Anna's father? No, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. His parents and Anna's parents were friends they couldn't do that. There had to be another reason why Greg was visiting Mr. Williams; there just had to be. By the time Dylan parked his car in the driveway of his house, it was eight thirty at night. He took his suitcase and got out of the car, he was about to head up the stairs to his room when he remembered Anna's text, she said she would wait up for him, get completely forgot. He dropped his suitcase by the side of the stairs and walked to the kitchen and there she was, with her glasses on