Just as he was about to speak feverishly, he felt a piercing pain at the side of his neck as he slipped again into unconsciousness.The present…The Stench odor of the basement would prevent him from throwing up in disgust if his mouth was not gagged. Reluctantly, he swallowed whatever lump he could feel behind his throat and looked around again.For the first time in a long time he was alone, Logan became aware of this and tried twisting his hands to get out but was faced with difficulty.Who are these people?What do they want?His thoughts sank into the darkness embedded in him, returning to him unanswered and void. Logan's mind was stained by the circumstances surrounding his situation.Skidding pulses, a heavy heartbeat at one point he could feel his mind go blank—He tried screaming but could only make muffled noises, at a point he gave up. There was no use fighting this anyway as he was certain there was no way he would get out of the situation even if he got out.All that fil

Jacob feels sympathy for the Mafia Lord. His daughter is always in the line of danger and there is not much Rodriguez can do about it, considering his position as Leader of one of the biggest Mafia clans in the city."I worry, my boy. I worry for my little amor." Rodriguez speaks with a sad look in his eyes and he begins to pour himself some whiskey into a glass cup. He sips a little from the cup and clears his throat."Look, Rodriguez, nothing is going to happen to your daughter. You are not alone. You have the boys." Jacob is only trying to make him feel better. He is beginning to feel sleepy and wants to finish up the conversation on a good note when Rodriguez begins to speak again."Ohh you say that, Jacob. Those are promises that die as swiftly as fireflies close to fire. I once thought so too. I gave her freedom to live, once. Freedom to act like a regular teenager. That decision made me mad with regret." Rodriguez shakes his head bitterly and sips some more whiskey."How do yo

"Oh, snap. Sorry about that Ambs." Lewis apologizes, but there is humor acting around his eyes, so Amber knows he is far from being sorry."Do. Not. Call. Me. That!", Amber speaks through her teeth to signify that she is past the point of fun and games. Lewis laughs out loud."I knew I would get to you. No one has an antidote against the Lewis fever." Lewis says with a laugh."More like the Lewis Virus. Back to business, Lewz. What do you have for me? What did you find at the site of the crime scene?" She makes a funny facial expression when she calls him Lewz, it is probably her little effort in getting back at Lewis for making tacky nicknames out of people's names. She puts on a serious face and waits for his response.Lewis first fiddles with keys and looks like he is thinking. He shakes his head animatedly."I do not have all day, Lewis. Get to it.""Well, I, no, we found a dead man who was beheaded and severely murdered.""We?" The Lieutenant looked at him with a raise of her rig

"Oh. Thank you, Lewis. I have to leave." Emily says in response and begins to drive out of the R&E parking lot. Lewis jogs towards the car before she races out."Hey, wait up. We should hang out sometime. Don't you think?" Lewis asks, hoping she will agree to his proposition."Maybe."Emily is almost out of the parking lot when he yells,"I did not get your number!""Find me!" Emily yells back.He is left in the middle of the parking lot, smiling sheepishly at the small circle of engine oil on the floor. His humble beginnings at Radisson Autos came in good use right there. He shifts his tie a little, buttons his shirt's wrist buttons, and exits the lot.*******************"Sir, there is a lady outside who wants to see you. Her name is Amber and she is from the police department."Richard's assistant quietly announces. He looks up from the files he is looking into with a curious look."What did she say she is here for?""She just wants to ask some questions.""Let her in. It has been a

Jacob and Mia walk out of the store with bright faces. Jacob has let his guard down and is finally feeling free after such a long period of running, hiding, and feeling inadequate. Here, he is not the man who is unlawfully accused of taking out people's organs for sale to rich capitalist thieves. Here, he is not the man who was married to a lady who thought she and her father could put a leash on him and use him for their devious activities. He is not on the run nor is he wanted. He is Jacob and when Mia makes a very lame joke about the salad and ketchup, he laughs louder than necessary. Not because of the lame joke but because he is finally getting bits and pieces of himself back."Are you okay?" Mia asks, looking straight into Jacob's eyes. Her face bore a countenance of worry. Her hand is on the steering wheel and her other hand is on the key in the ignition. He stares back at her, her round face makes her look young and beautiful. She could pass for a seventeen-year-old. She makes