The moment Hugo saw that security camera, he was sure that Vladimir was here. Hugo could almost see the scared thug shivering in front of a screen inside the room. When the door opened, Hugo found exactly what he had expected. Vladimir was in his boxers standing in front of a small screen. Behind him was an unconscious naked girl lying on the bed. The room was trashed. Empty bottles of champagne were scattered around. A small table at the corner still had two lines of coke on it. There was slow music and faint red lighting in the room. It was obvious that Vladimir had been making full use of the club’s facilities. It seemed that Vladimir had got the news of their arrival a bit too late. He didn't have a gun in his hands. It was meters away from him on the table and he knew better than to make a run for it in front of those two. He eyeballed and tried to intimidate them. It was no use. Hugo might have been two decades younger than Vladimir but his aura was unmatched. He just stood the
Back at Adam’s and Jessica’s house…Jessica had been out cold for a couple of hours and Adam had been right by her side the whole time. The moment she finally woke up, she started crying her eyes out again. She hadn't expected her issues to be that bad. She was tainted. She couldn't give herself to the one she loved even if she tried. Adam comforted her and convinced her to have some rest. He went downstairs to the kitchen and found half the jars empty. The grocery day had passed a while ago. His life had been so muddled in the past few days that he didn't even realize it. He picked up his jacket and decided to pay the store a visit. Adam’s mind kept playing Jessica’s screams on a loop. At one point he had had enough and he stopped the car at the roadside. He closed his eyes and tried to erase Jessica’s pitiful wailing face from his vision. It just kept flashing back. He let out a scream and punched the steering wheel multiple times. The windows were shut so his cry didn't escape the
Carl drove swiftly and expertly through the oncoming traffic. At times, he even had to drive the wrong way to avoid the delays. Some of the swerves were extremely dangerous and left the drivers around him flipping him the bird. Wade Johnson was in a world of his own. He didn't give a crap about a beggar’s corpse but the specifics left him intrigued. After a long journey, the car arrived in front of an abandoned tunnel. A bunch of police cars and an ambulance stood by the entrance of the tunnel. The place was cordoned off with yellow police tape. Wade got out of the car and walked towards the crime scene. A rookie tried to stop him from entering but another cop who recognized Wade told the rookie to let him through. The Detective lifted the tape with his finger and walked underneath it. A corpse covered by a white sheet lay at the far end of the tunnel. A forensics guy was snapping pics of the crime scene. There were a bunch of yellow cones scattered around with numbers on them. Wade
Nebraska, ten years ago…It was a warm and bright day and there was no activity on the streets. The road was deserted except for a rusty white van parked across the street of a hardware store. A hooded figure emerged at the corner of the street and he jogged to the van. His pace diminished until he stopped beside the van and knocked in a distinct pattern. The door of the van slid open and the hooded man entered. The van looked abandoned again. Inside, there were a bunch of computers with trackers and real time surveillance footage. A man worked on the computers and two cops chilled on the other side.“Wassup, Wady?” Arthur yelped. Wade winced. “The van ain’t soundproof, you moron!” Whispered Freddie and punched Arthur on the arm. “Ouch!” Arthur screamed even louder. Freddie put his hand on his mouth. Arthur licked it. “Eww! What are you, five?” Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face.Arthur was the biggest of them
The squad had been fishing for catfishes but managed to hook an Alligator Gar. All there was left to do was to carefully reel it in. Wade was salivating at the idea of showing up at the precinct holding Dominic like a trophy. It would immortalize him in the department as a real life Dirty Harry. He got out of the van after putting on the vest and strapping the guns in. Freddie and Arthur followed immediately. He looked back and saw Cody hesitating wearing the vest.“What’s up, big guy?” Wade inquired as softly as he could. Cody took a while to muster up the courage to answer.“Are you sure we shouldn’t tell the Captain about this? There’s a lot that can go wrong in there,” Cody voiced his concerns. Arthur and Freddie momentarily seemed to share the concern and looked at Wade for his explanation. Wade sighed.“The moment we let the Captain in on it, he’ll call us back and thrash our asses for doing this much on our own. He’ll involve a shit load of documents and formalities into this m
It was almost midnight. The day had been a usual slow one at the precinct. Captain Luke Clifford had left early as usual, expecting the night to be like the ones the precinct had always seen. Only a handful of pencil pushers were still in the building. Even they were dozing off. There wasn't much paper to formalize. The most common reason among them to stay was to keep away from their homes and their failing marriages. A rookie was trying his luck with an irritated sergeant. “So…whatcha doing tomorrow night?” He asked leaning on her desk as she tried her best to ignore him. “I’ve got a ton of files to type in. Maybe I’ll spend tomorrow night like this too,” she said with a fake smile and went back to typing. Meanwhile, Cody expertly maneuvered through the roads. There was little to no traffic but the roads were foggy. The squad was down to follow Wade into the pits of hell. If Wade Johnson thought something was the right thing to do, they knew better than to doubt. But Wade on the
Wade braced himself for a profound grilling session. He was sure that the Captain was going to vent on him for a while before finally giving him a pat on the back for pulling off the impossible. As he walked to the office, he received congratulations from his colleagues. Some of them even stood up and high-fived him. Some gave him envious side glances. They all knew how big of a fish Dominic Carter was. Nailing him was a ticket to instant fame and promotion. Wade didn't bother knocking on the office door and barged right in with an expecting smirk. Clifford was glaring right into his eyes when Wade entered. It shocked him a bit. The man looked genuinely pissed. A part of him looked anxious. He was pacing inside the room. Wade had never seen Clifford so on edge before. His smirk disappeared. “What the fuck were you thinking, Johnson?!” Captain Clifford yelled as soon as the door had been locked behind Wade. “Going behind my back and fucking everything up! Did I or did I not personally
Wade had been in the bar to forget his worries, not add to them. He had the hunch that Clifford wasn't there to console him. He was sure that the man’s presence in the bar was a bad omen. The revelation left him speechless. The effects of the whisky faded and he was wide awake. The bartender arrived with Wade’s drinks and placed the glass in front of him. Wade didn't acknowledge it. He just stared at Clifford, wondering how he had managed to fall into that pit of hell. The image of Dominic’s knowing grin appeared in front of his eyes, mocking him out of sanity. Wade needed a gallon of alcohol within a minute to forget that image. He punched the table in rage and stood up from the bar stool. The noise attracted a few curious glances but Wade was back to being the unnoticed alcoholic that he was a minute ago. He was panting with his head down and his eyes closed. Captain Clifford watched him closely. Wade shook his head and came back to his senses. “How? How the fuck did that happen?”