Manchester wasn't sure how to begin that investigation; he left the court feeling overwhelmed, which is surprising, especially knowing that he is a detective and solving mysteries is what he does. On his way to the station, his mind was occupied by negative thoughts, like what if Nelson wasn't truly his son and he had no choice but to let the kid go? What if the result were true?Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a notification, and while driving, Manchester picked it up with his left hand and stole a glance at the screen. "The four culprits will stand before the jury in a week, they will be detained until then. Once again, thank you so much, Mr. Manchester, for this; your name would appear on the headline newspaper in no time." As Manchester read through the messages, a smile crept upon his face, but just then he realised that it wasn't over yet. He still has to find the restaurant owners to mark this task complete and get paid. But he had no clues to work with, and with the c

The entire crew, consisting of over thirty policemen in cars and motorcycles, went in search of the car that Manchester had shown them. They followed the alternative route, which they assumed the restaurant's owner had taken, and a search along that area is nearly similar to searching for a needle in a haystack. Both sides of the road were covered in thick forest, stretching a few hundred kilometres. Upward on the left, which mostly consisted of rocks, and downwards on the right. It'll take a twenty-minute drive through this lonely path before getting to the highway, which is why most people avoid it. Usually, the road is closed down for most of the year due to how lonely it is but it reopened from November to February when it gets a lot busier. Another reason it was closed down was because of numerous reports of car theft and robbery along the path, which is not a surprise. "It has been over two hours," Manchester sighed heavily, "No signs of his car anywhere yet; we've drive

9 pm Manchester invited a close friend, Jesse, for a drink and a chat. As expected, he disclosed everything that had happened to him, while leaving the system out of the conversation. "She took him shopping!" Jesse exclaimed in shock as Manchester narrated today's incident to him, "She loves that kid more than she loves you, Man." "They even got matching pyjamas," he added, followed by a humourless chuckle, "They are having a lot of fun together, at least she likes him and isn't bothered at all to take care of him. Nelson even calls him mommy, I've told the little kid to stop that, but what does he know?" "Just marry her," Jesse commented, immediately followed by a heartfelt laughter, "I'm just kidding, but women like her are rare, but you are not that kind of guy, that I know." "No, no, absolutely not," Manchester shook his head from side to side before tightening his grip on the beer mug and taking a sip, "I'm not the kind of guy that will move on with his wife's friend be

"That freak of a man!" Mel snapped after multiple attempts to reach Manchester, but he continued to ignore her call. From the first to the seventh time, and if she's being honest, this was a shock. Somehow, she imagined in her head that Manchester still loved her and still wanted her. She always assumed that he was jealous of getting a new relationship and wouldn't hesitate to win her back if he could. And most of all, she thought that Manchester would want her to beg for his forgiveness, but she wasn't in the mood for all that thought at the moment. All that she could think about was Nelson's life, which was in danger. She couldn't care less if anything happened to Manchester himself, but there was still a place for the little kid in her heart, even though she had deliberately closed it up with greed. She wasn't too worried about anything happening to Nelson in Manchester's care, but the death threat hit her hard. She didn't want him to die, but she also didn't want to give Cain

Past 12, Manchester had already been to Valerie's home to say hello to her and his son before heading for the station. They had called him a few hours after he had sent the report. He feared that they might ask for evidence to permit this case, but he chose to go anyway, "What's the worst that could happen?" He thought. As he got to the station, he was directed to the Chief's office, and just on his table, was a printed copy of his report. "Seat down," the chief instructed Manchester. The chief's face looked very familiar, but Manchester couldn't remember where he'd seen the man before. "When I saw this report, I printed it out immediately, because I saw your name on at the bottom. Good afternoon, Mr Manchester Duke. My name is Anderson, and I was at the court earlier yesterday when you were instructed to hand the child over to Cain Hycinth in three days." "Oh," Manchester muttered, 'now that's where I met him, at the court.' "Nice to meet you, sir," Manchester said