“Are you kidding me right now?” Lord George asked. “Are you sure Fiona has dopamine in her system?”The doctor’s brows furrowed in confusion.“Yes, I’m sure, your lordship. The test results are not out in print yet but once that is available, you’ll see for yourself.”Lord George gave the doctor an apologetic look.“I did not mean to doubt your expertise.”“Of course not, your lordship. Please excuse me. I’ll inform you once the test results are ready.”The doctor went on his way and Lord George turned to the detectives.“Did you hear that? If Fiona was also injected with dopamine, this only means that there was a third party involved in the kidnapping.”McGregor stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I think so, too. Maybe Fiona was also a victim.”“I don’t think you both should rule out the fact that Fiona may have injected herself with the drug after she was done carrying out all her schemes.” Seeing Lord George and McGregor’s shocked expressions, Kenji hurriedly continued.“From every

Everyone drew closer as Fiona began describing the Uber driver.“Now that I think about it, he didn’t look much like an Uber driver. He had a huge tattoo which spanned the entirety of his left arm, and he looked really menacing.”Detective Kenji scribbled furiously on his notepad. “We’ll need the services of a sketch artist, your lordship. I’ll arrange for one to be sent here right after she’s done with her statement.”“Of course.” Lord George agreed. “But let’s listen to her first.”“Five minutes into the ride, I began to get a really weird feeling about him. I mean, he kept staring at me through the mirror and he made at least three strange phone calls all saying the exact same thing.”“Which was?” The detective asked.Fiona screwed up her face like she was trying to remember something.“I recall he kept talking about an airfield and warehouse.”“At what point did you realise you were his captive?” Kenji inquired.“Well, I never realised that. He did drive me to the airport but tha

“I'm sorry, sir, but we will not discharge you tomorrow.” The doctor argued for the umpteenth time. “You’re not fit enough to leave the hospital just yet. You need at least a week of intensive care.”Luke stared at him, obviously appalled.“A week?” The thought of staying confined to this bed for the next hour did not appeal to him at all. How then was he supposed to survive another full week in this place?“Aren’t there any means by which the treatments can be hastened? I have things to do and I need to be out of here soon.”The doctor shook his head.“We’re already giving you the most speedy form of medical treatment money can afford. There’s nothing we can do beyond this.”Totally defeated, Luke sank into his pillows as the doctor checked on his drip and subsequently left. His phone had been fixed and brought to him earlier on. He’d already tried Nina’s number several times, but she rejected all his calls. The urge to fly down to London right away and erase the horrible thought s

Luke stared at the scene before him, blood whooshing loudly in his ears as his heart boiled with rage.He took one step into the room and the bastard, Steve, leapt away from Nina immediately, a look of fear crawling into his cowardly eyes.“I asked a question.” He growled. “What the hell is going on in here?”“Uh… sir… I mean boss — I mean, your lordship…” Steve stuttered as Luke advanced towards him. “This is a misunderstanding, I promise. I can explain.”Luke’s fingers curled into fists and his eyes darkened with annoyance. “Start explaining, then. Start fucking explaining.”“Luke, calm down.” Nina pleaded, her voice ringing with urgency. “Nothing happened. You need to calm down.”Luke ignored her. He was way too furious at the moment. He did not want to shout at Nina or say anything hurtful towards her. So he focused on eliminating his target. Steve Michaelson.Steve pressed himself against the nearest cabinet, sweating buckets as Luke came to a stop directly before him.“I thought

Luke stared at the detective, completely frozen to his seat as shock waves coursed through his system.“What the hell are you talking about, Detective? My mother died when I was just a child. She got killed in an accident with my father.”McGregor nodded.“And what exactly did your grandfather say about their bodies? Were they recovered?”Luke hesitated.“Only my father’s body was found. They buried him at an exclusive cemetery not too far from here.”“And your mother?” The detective insisted. “What happened to her?”“Well, according to grandpa, her body was never found. The rescuers said she must’ve hurtled off the cliff during the accident. They searched for days and weeks but still couldn’t find her.” McGregor leaned in closer.“It might interest you to know that rescuers can always be wrong.” He retrieved a piece of paper from his pocket and gently placed it on Luke’s table.“That’s the information I could deduce from the recording. At some point, my hackers got blocked off when