In the afternoon, after the meeting ended, Sam and Dakota headed to the parking lot. “So, is it too obvious that Douglas Mazen did all this because his father, John Mazen, forced him? He didn’t seem to like his brother much, so why is he so insistent on bringing him back home? Just a few days ago, he said his brother deserved punishment—such a quick change of heart,” Sam asked. He stopped beside the jeep, opened the door, and got in. “Hey, if what’s written in that psychiatric report is true, it means Matt Mazen will walk free from all legal charges. Even if he killed someone, he won’t be punished for his actions.” Sam took a deep breath. He glanced at Dakota, who was already sitting beside him, pursed his lips, then leaned over and pulled the seatbelt next to Dakota. “Put on your seatbelt. Do I always have to remind you? This is important. While Edi’s on leave, you’re stuck with me everywhere—no comfy backseat for you.” Dakota pursed his lips. Sam was talking as if it we

Sam nodded, reading Rina and Luk's reports."Alright, you guys focus on identifying the victims for now. Even if we don't find evidence of a crime, it's really strange that the landowner isn't visible. This land has been sold to a new owner whom you have yet to find. The name may be fake," said Sam.Rina nodded."That's right, Boss. Erw saw the satellite photos of the land two years ago. Previously, it was a waste processing site with considerable activity. Several people were seen collecting trash and burning what couldn't be recycled, sorting it under a roof without walls. According to witnesses, the owner of the waste processing business died of a heart attack, after which his heirs sold the land to another party for a pretty cheap price. He sold it for cash and moved elsewhere afterward; he doesn't even know who

The large vehicle turned toward the main road heading out to the edge of town, toward District Five.Police tape was still blocking off the victim’s apartment. An officer was still guarding the scene that, for the past several days, would serve as evidence after the victim was found dead inside. Everything looked normal enough: the room was cramped and messy with so many of the victim’s personal belongings. Everything had been left as it was after the CSU team collected the necessary evidence. Sam nodded to the officer at the door as the young man opened it for him and Dakota to enter. Wearing masks, shoe covers, and latex gloves, Sam and Dakota went in.“Watch your step, Dax, there’s a lot — even slippery food stains,” Sam warned, looking down at the floor.Dakota looked down at

Sam widened his eyes."How can that be? We've booked for two nights here, just enjoy it, we'll be back in the city by tomorrow morning. The trip won't be long in the morning, you can sleep in your bed the day after tomorrow. Besides, the bed here is good, and the weather is nice. So comfortable," Sam said, spreading his arms wide and taking a deep breath.Dakota pursed his lips, annoyed, looking at Sam with his flat expression.Of course, it was comfortable. Sam had taken more than half the bed for himself all night, and because Dakota was used to sleeping very neatly, he didn't mind sleeping with the remaining quarter for himself. Also, Sam mumbled in his sleep and several times pulled him into a hug as if he were a bolster pillow. Even though there were two beds in that big room, the giant Sam was more comfortable sleeping close to him all night, so he couldn't move freely."Yeah, it's so comfortable, isn't it?"Dakota quickened his pace along the path, walking ahead of Sam."Hey, D

Sam pulled his lips again, smiling. Like what he and Dakota talked about before they entered this house, neither John Mazen nor Douglas would say anything easily; all of this was just part of their experiment to find out before all the evidence was gathered. Sam and Dakota were just throwing bait into murky water without knowing what fish were inside, hoping that whatever it was, it would eventually come to the surface. A slight ripple would make the hidden fish curious to come out and see what was happening, and that’s when Sam would cast his net.“Umm, I’m just curious, that’s why I’m asking. How could the richest man in this area have a wife whose vital identification, like DNA arrangements, is not registered anywhere? She has hospital records, but they are incomplete, although, indeed, for outsiders from Bayward, it’s not unusual to have no records, but even outside the city, we still haven’t found her. I’m curious, is Rosana Bain really her name? And now, the only one who can pro