Kyle looked at Clark and back at the lady beside him. "Is she?" he asked But he quickly paused. Clark nodded. "Yes. She is the one." The room went into a suffocating silence. Each of them looked at the lady who was surely around the same age as any of them. "Did you tell her?" The girl turned and looked at Clark who she seems to be familiar with. "Tell me what?" Kyle got up immediately and dragged Clark to the corner of the room. He inhaled sharply. "Why didn't you tell her that her father was dead?" "And you honestly think she was going to follow me down here if she knew someone killed her father?" Clark asked "Jesus Christ! Clark. She needs to know what the condition was." Kyle looked towards her again and back at Clark. "She is confused. What did you tell her?" "I told her that Marcus was dying to meet her." Kyle looked at Clark for more information but he said nothing. "Seriously. That is all you told her?" he asked "Should I have told her more? Should I tell her s

Frank stared at Adrian for several seconds. The office became eerily quiet. Only the faint ticking of the expensive grandfather clock echoed through the room. His sharp eyes searched Adrian's face for even the slightest crack. A twitch. A nervous swallow. Anything. But Adrian refused to look away. Frank suddenly smiled then he laughed. A low chuckle that gradually grew louder. "Hahaha..." He shook his head before walking back toward his desk. "You've changed." Adrian remained silent. "I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing." Frank picked up a glass of whiskey and slowly swirled its contents. "You used to be terrible at lying." Adrian's expression remained calm. "I wasn't lying." "No?" Frank took a sip before placing the glass back down. "So you expect me to believe you carved that wound into your own back?" "I had my reasons." Frank folded his arms. "And those reasons are?" "They're personal." The room fell silent again. Frank narrowed his eyes. For

"I told you that we could work together." The voice echoed through the cell phone in the middle of the room. Everyone looked at Kyle and then back at the phone. "And I don't remember telling you I need help." Kyle said immediately. A loud crackle echoed through. "You think so, Kyle Howard? You think knowing that truth about who you really are would make someone like Frank Howard stop seeing you as an usurper?" the voice said again "And why do I need you?" Kyle asked, slightly folding his hands"Because we could work together to take a man like Frank down. Don't you think he needs to pay for his crimes?" "And what crime would that be exactly?" Kyle asked again A rasp breathing could be heard through the cell again. It was almost like someone was forcing himself to breathe. "What we could do....what we are capable of doing..." A pause. "Don't you think we could take over the world?" the voice said again. Kyle looked at Clark and then back at Zack. His eyebrows arched for a br

"You called." Stephan said. He gave Adrian a smile and walked into the mansion. "My father wanted to meet you, Steph. Don't embarrass me." Adrian said coldly. Stephan gazes around the big mansion. "This is huge." The smell of home cooked food caught Stephan's nostril. He sniffled and laughed. "Don't tell me your father is making a banquet just to welcome me?" Adrian scoffed. "A banquet? Don't get ahead of yourself, Stephan. This can go two ways." He walked towards Stephan. "You can either keep your mouth shut or you say something that would make the man take off you head." Stephan chuckled. "Do you think I am scared of your old man?" he asked "Frank Howard is not just any man, Stephan. I think it is better you get that into your thick skull." Adrian said immediately. "Well, say no more. I am a guest here and I would be treated as such. Besides, I told my father I was coming down to your house. He know where to look when something happens to me." "Something happens

"What?" Frank said with anger"What do you mean Marcus has been found dead?!"The security guy bowed his head slowly. "His body was discovered recently." "Cause of death?" Frank asked "He was tortured." "By who?" Frank asked as he walked towards the car parked in front of him."Officer Briggs is in charge of the case." "Get him online and let me know that I am coming to see him." Frank said immediately.Frank slid into the back of the car, slamming the door harder than he meant to. The security man—Dale, though Frank rarely used his name—climbed into the driver's seat and pulled out onto the road before Frank had even finished buckling in."Call him," Frank said. "Now."Dale nodded, tapping the dashboard console. The dial tone filled the car, tinny and distant, before a gruff voice answered."Briggs.""This is Frank Howard." Frank's voice had dropped from anger into something colder, more controlled. That was worse, in its way. "I hear you caught the Marcus Delgado case."There w