Banging on Zara’s door was the last thing Neil expected that afternoon. But his agitated mind and anxious feeling forced him to do so. Zara opened the door in confusion, wondering why he came back. “Do you know where Melanie lived?” He asked quickly; tension could be heard in his voice. “Y….Y…Yes. Why? You are scaring me,” Zara confessed.“I need it now! Someone is in trouble.”“Who?”“One of my colleagues. She is being attacked by someone. I have no time to explain. Just write it here,” he said, bringing out his jotter and pen from his pocket. Zara had never been under such pressure before. She hurriedly took the jotter and wrote down the address, imagining a gun pointed to her head. Neil promptly collected the jotter when she was done and hastened his pace towards the main road. “Wait!” Zara stopped him, as she raced behind him. He felt impatient by that. “What?” “Since you do not have a car, I can drive you there. It is a bit far from this side of town.”Neil agreed and she got

Fredrick Almon wasn’t expected to arrive until the next day. His sudden sight in the police station, showed how desperate he was to find his girlfriend’s killer. Morrie offered him a seat and pulled out Melanie’s case file while Neil rested against the door frame.“Why weren’t you worried for your girlfriend?” She asked. “You didn’t hear from her for weeks. If you were indeed the father of her child or loved her as much as her sister said, you would have checked up on her.”Fredrick didn’t deny he has been careless with his girlfriend lately. “I have been so busy with work. Melanie and I do not communicate much. Since I got my promotion, things haven’t been like before.”“So, did you both drift apart?” Morrie asked, opening Melanie’s file case. “No we didn’t. We just had our alone times. We aren’t the most communicative.” Fredrick explained.“That’s the quickest way to kill a relationship,” Neil said walking towards Fredrick. “How were you able to go weeks without hearing from her?”

“Do not tell me I didn’t warn you,” George’s voice replayed in Neil’s mind as he stood before Melanie’s home all black. He knew the risk he took, since he could be mistaken as a killer, but the plan he had in mind was more important than the doubts. He walked into the dark compound, stepping on crunchy dried leaves from the previous autumn. Had Melanie been too lazy to clean up? Finally at her door, he gazed around to ensure he wasn’t followed or watched. Luckily he wasn’t. Who would drive to such a remote area at the dead of the night to rob a home? Only he could do that. At least he had the confidence to. Despite having the keys to her apartment, he picked the lock and walked in. He wasn’t a good kid as a child unfortunately. His mother tried to raise him well, but he’d decided on his path himself; picking locks, causing trouble, but he had his limits though. His conscience would never let him hurt anyone. He walked into the house which was lit for some reason. How was the electr

Being invited for coffee by the popular British Detective was the least of Neil’s expectations the next afternoon. The invitation caused him a slight confusion, and he swore he thought she found a new clue. He remembered sitting in the study room and looking through old newspapers when she sent the text. New clue! New clue! His brain blared with a rush of dopamine. He sang happily as he hurried to get his jacket and boots. “Are you fine?” His younger brother asked giving him an odd look. “We have a new clue my boy!” He hugged Gilbert tightly, before rushing out. Neil hadn’t felt so happy to see Morrie in his entire life. The case spanned for too long and he couldn’t wait for it to be over.She was in a coffee shop not too far from the city beach. He took off his cap and sat before her grinning like a crazy man.“It was high time you called,” he said happily. She felt weird by his reaction. “Are you fine?” She asked.“Yes, I am. I am only glad you called me here.” “Ooo…” she was

Morrie’s calls weren’t going through. Neil pulled over at her home with heart pounding against his chest. He was terribly worried for her. Surprisingly, he saw a black van parked before her home. He swiftly took his gun and walked to her porch as silently as he could. There were no sounds in her home. Everywhere was damn silent. Without warning, he barged through the door and pointed his gun at three men seated at her dining table with a cup of coffee. “Freeze!” He ordered. “Your hands in the air now!”The men looked at each other confused. Morrie gave him a judgemental look. “What are you doing, Neil?” She asked. “Your hands up now! You are under arrest for alleged harassment,” he pulled out a handcuff from his pocket and forced one of the men up. “Neil, stop it!” Morrie forced his grip off him. “They are my brothers. You cannot arrest them.” Neil was surprised. He pocketed the handcuff in embarrassment. “Your brothers forced you in a black van?” He needed answers. “No one for