Luke Callas; The Underworld King

A Dangerous Morning

For several seconds, Luke didn't speak.

"What did you just say?"

"Your father was found dead this morning, Sir. The police are already at his residence. I'm sorry for the loss."

Luke threw off the blanket.

"How did this happen?"

"We don't know yet. I only received the information a few minutes ago."

"Has anyone contacted the police to understand the situation better?" Luke questioned, his right hand pinching his leg.

"They've already taken over the property."

Luke's ran a hand through his hair.

"Fuck! Send me the address, I'll be there soon."

"Already done, Sir."

Luke's phone vibrated, he stared at the message, before returning the phone to his ear.

"There's something else, you need to know."

Luke stopped.

"Another bad news?"

Daniel went silent for a few seconds.

"The police are looking for you."

His eyebrows narrowed.

"Me? Why?"

"I don't know the full details, but according to the information I received, they're treating your father's death as a possible homicide."

Luke stared at the wall.

"Daniel, listen to me. Find out what's happening, but don't do anything else. I'll handle this."

"Understood, sir."

The call ended.

Luke immediately got out of bed, he dressed quickly, picked up his car keys, and headed downstairs.

Victoria was already in the kitchen, she stood beside the counter, holding a cup of coffee.

"You're leaving so early?"

Luke glanced at her. "My father is dead."

Victoria's hand stopped. "What?"

"He was found dead this morning."

She placed the cup down. "Oh my God, honey."

She approached him and held his arm.

"Luke, what happened?"

"I don't know yet, for now I'm going to his house."

"Should I come with you?"

"No. Stay here. I'll call you when I know what's happening."

He kissed her forehead and walked towards the door.

"Luke."

He turned.

"I'm sorry."

He gave her a brief node, then he left.

Victoria remained standing in the kitchen, her expression slowly changed after the door closed.

She picked up her phone, a message arrived almost instantly.

Unknown: The first part is complete. Proceed with the next stage.

Victoria stared at it, then she typed a short reply.

Victoria: Understood.

She deleted the conversation immediately.

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8:12 A.M. — Callas Residence.

Luke's father's house was already surrounded by police vehicles when he arrived.

Several officers stood near the entrance, while forensic investigators moved in and out of the building. Luke parked his car and approached the nearest officer.

"Good morning officer. I'm Luke Callas. The deceased is my father."

The officer looked at him. "Mr. Callas, you'll need to wait here."

"I'm not here to interfere with your investigation. I just want to know what happened."

"Please wait here, Sir."

Luke frowned but stepped aside.

A few minutes later, a detective approached him.

"Mr. Callas?"

"Yes."

"Detective Miller. I'm leading the investigation."

Luke shook his hand.

"Detective, can you tell me what happened?"

Miller nodded.

"Your father was discovered by his housekeeper early this morning, from our preliminary examination, it appears he died sometime during the night."

"The hell? How did that happen?"

The detective glanced towards the house.

"We're still investigating, Mr. Callas."

"Was anything stolen?" Luke asked.

"Not that we've established."

Luke looked past him.

"Then why are there so many officers here?"

Detective Miller studied him.

"Your father had an argument with someone yesterday evening."

"An argument? With who?"

"You."

Luke's expression changed, he almost laughed.

"Are you serious right now, Detective?"

Miller nodded.

"What?"

"We received information that you visited him yesterday and had a disagreement."

"That's bullshit, cause I haven't seen my father in three days."

"That's not what our information suggests."

Luke stared at him.

"Who told you that?"

"We'll discuss that later."

Something wasn't right, Luke could feel it, but couldn't figure out the whole thing, the puzzles were still too scattered around. He looked towards the house again.

"Can I see him?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Detective, he's my father." Luke's voice increased a little.

"I understand, Mr. Callas, but we need to complete our examination."

Luke clenched his jaw. "At least tell me what killed him."

Detective Miller hesitated.

"Your father suffered a fatal injury."

"What kind of injury?"

"A gunshot wound."

Luke went silent, his father is a former military personnel, highly trained even though old and yet, someone had shot his father inside his own home, and now the police were suggesting that he had been involved, something wasn't adding up.

"Detective." Luke's voice deepened. "I want to make something clear. I had nothing to do with this."

Miller stared into Luke's eyes. "We'll determine that after our investigation."

"Then I hope you investigate properly."

He turned around and walked back towards his vehicle.

His phone began ringing.

Daniel.

He answered.

"Talk to me."

"Sir, there's been another development."

"What now?"

"The army general you served with. General Richard Hayes."

Luke stopped beside his car.

"What about him?"

"He's dead."