All Chapters of Murder Inquiry: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven New York City, USA.Danny sat with two of his fellow senior special agents in the office of the head of the field office, they were discussing Wolfgang’s case and a host of similar cases that’s being investigated by agents of the field office. He’d had to tell his boss, rather shamefully, that he has not really made much progress in the investigation of Edwin Wolfgang, and would like to be given a lot more time to unravel the connection between Wolfgang and the murders. When he said that, Wayne had given him an ice-cold look, and had proceeded to give him a long talk on how he should be stepping up his game, and what his failure to nail Wolfgang would mean for the bureau and the public. They discussed ongoing investigations, and intelligence gathering in the ongoing counter-terrorism fight for sometime, with Wayne giving his commendations, criticisms, and reprimands as the case may be. They

Chapter ThirteenNew Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.Cummins drove into the parking lot of one of the coziest restaurant in downtown New Brunswick, and got out of his car. He opened the back door of the car, and retrieved a small bag from the backseat, before locking the car. He walked out of the parking lot, and into the restaurant, ignoring the doorman who had offered to take his coat from him. Once he was inside the restaurant, he chose a table for two close to the fireplace, and sat down there, waiting for Rodriguez. He looked around the dining room, totally oblivious of the two men dressed in black suits, who had been following him right from when he left the party, and were now sitting two tables away from him, and casting furtive glances at him. A waiter approached him, and offered to take his order, but he declined, telling him that he’s wating for someone, and until the person comes, he’d not be ordering anything. A

Chapter Fifteen17th January, 2009.New York City, USA.Carl Whitefield woke up at ten minutes past 7am, he got out of bed and took off his pajamas, tied a towel around his waist, and went into the bathroom to take his bath. He was scheduled to meet with the chairman of the company he just got a job in by 9, he had to get dressed and get on the road as early as possible, to avoid being held up by traffic. He finished taking his bath within five minutes, and went back into his room to dress up. His wife was away visiting her mother in Cincinati together with their two-year-old daughter, he was thankful for their absence this morning as he would be able to get dressed in next to no time without being distracted. He selected a black suit, tailored in Milan. He put on dark Italian shoes, and looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his hair, he loved the image he saw in the mirror. He put on his swiss wristwatch,

CHAPTER SEVENTEENNew York City, USA.Danny stayed later in the office than he planned to, due to reasons beyond his control. As soon as he got back from the hospital, and had seen his boss, he spent the whole day exchanging calls with his colleagues in the Denver field office, and the agents he had on the ground in New York, New Jersey, and in Denver. He made sure that things was going on fine with the guys on the ground, and that he made final calls to all the agents attached to the Wolfgang case, before leaving the office, and driving home. On the drive home, he was held up by the very heavy New York traffic jam. He got home at a few minutes before 6pm, and went straight to the bathroom to have a quick bath. When he was done with his bath, he changed into casual clothes, and left the house again, he had to leave the house early, so he could get to her house early. On his way to Becky’s house, he branched at

Chapter Nineteen19th January 2009New York City, USA.He woke up six hours after he slept, and took off his pyjamas, and went to the bathroom to have his bath. He was fully awake by the time he stepped out of the shower. He opened his closet, and selected a black suit, with matching black shoes, he checked himself in the mirror, he looked like an ideal FBI agent, just like every other day. He picked up his briefcase, locked his front door, and set out for the office, he would not be visiting the gym for the next few days, not until he had gotten enough evidence to make sure that one of the biggest and richest criminals in the city of New York spends the rest of his life behind bars. He got to the office quite early, just like the day before, and started with updating his report, before moving on to other activities. He constantly communicated with the agents he had on the field, who unlike him, barely slept for more than two hours