Manchester couldn't remember the last time in his life when he spent the night awake and overthinking, if only overthinking could kill a person, then he'd probably be a corpse by morning. He was able to catch some sleep at past 3 am, on the same bed where he had placed Nelson to sleep, but his alarm rang four hours later, indicating that it was a new day and he must leave the house in an hour to complete his task. He would have loved to sleep a little longer, because every part of his body was aching so much, and his eyes still felt heavy. But then again he didn't have much time to spend laying on the bed and thinking about how tired he was. There was so much he had to do within this one hour, like preparing Nelson's meal and bottling them up in a flask, packing up his bags, with extra clothes, diapers and wipes. He also had to get dressed and bathe the little human before leaving. While doing all of these things, Manchester realised that he couldn't sustain it, he needed a daycar

The news about Sophia Patel's case spread across the city, leaving the inhabitants baffled at the strange, yet diabolical incident. They couldn't help but praise the detective who uncovered the mystery even though they didn't know who he was. Truth be told, it takes longer for a detective to become publicly famous, and even longer for a detective who was not credited publicly like Manchester. He thought that the police unit would at least give him credit for the investigation, but he wasn't. The only place he saw his name was on a news article highlighting the intensity of the investigation and his name was only mentioned twice amongst many others, so there was no hope of becoming very popular with this case. At the same time, he didn't care so much about the lack of recognition, not because he didn't want it, but because he knew that it might take years to happen. Plus, he had to sort out other things, like the car he had damaged at the red light. He also didn't want to get very

Meanwhile in the same city, at a luxurious apartment not so far the Patel's family estate, a young lady walked down the stairs with a beaming smile. As an introvert who loves to work from home, his parents barely saw her face even though they lived in the same apartment. She was scrolling away on her phone and nearly missed a step, but she caught the railing quickly, just before her mother could yell. "Be careful!" "Are you alright?" "I am," she replied briskly. "I can see that you are all dressed up, where are you headed?" Her mother inquired.She was dressed in baggy jean trousers a slim fitted shirt and sneakers, which only meant that she was going somewhere really casual. "To the salon actually," The lady replied, "I need to get my hair and nail done, because..." She paused and let out a broad smile, her dimples were exposed as well as a light blush on her cheek. Whatever information she wanted to share, was something she knew how mother would love to hear. "A date." "

Manchester skimmed through most of the documents quickly, he would have loved to see an enhanced image but he couldn't enlist the system's help to get that done right now. "Can you tell me more about the eyewitnesses? Who are they and what did they see?" Detective Jameson nodded, "Sure," he said, "We had three individuals who managed to escape, two of them were employees and one of them was a customer." While speaking, he pulled out a small notebook from the same drawer that he took the file from. "The first employee was a waitress, and she retorted seeing one of the masked individuals shoot a customer, but she didn't get a good look at his face. The best information we got from her was that he had a distinctive tattoo on his left hand." Jameson paused and flipped to the next page, "The second employee, a chef, his reports were useless because he remembers their voices and nothing else." "So aside from the tattoo, was there any other significant information from any

As Manchester got to the restaurant, he sat alone in the car for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and predicting the outcome of this date. He doesn't know what she looks like, as this is a blind date and couldn't wait to find out. Firstly, he sent her a text message asking if she had arrived since it was two minutes past seven, and he knew ladies loved to be there on time. She texted him back almost immediately saying that she was already inside the restaurant waiting for him. She also described her location at the restaurant and added she couldn't wait to see him. And at these words, Manchester's heart started to beat faster. "I hope this is not a mistake," he muttered, and mustered a bit of courage before stepping out of the car with the bouquet in his hand. "Oh dear lord," he prayed, "I hope I don't run into anyone I know today, I can't start to explain why I'm taking flowers to another woman." As soon as Manchester entered the restaurant, so many people stared at him from