Enjoy the night...

" You know I don't like Flower tea!" A disappointed groan escapes from his best friend who throws himself on the couch.

After getting a message from Asher, he hurried to come here with a package of imported beer and Two servings of chicken fries and pizza. Since Asher personally called him here, he can't let the chance go to sleep.

Now, he is grunting with disappointment because Asher offered him fermented Flower tea instead of letting him have a can of beer.

" Solve my problems first. Then I will let you drink in my apartment. So get your ass off my couch and excuse yourself out!"

Sitting on the couch, Asher takes a restful breath with a glass of iced water. His fingers delicately handle the printed message that his client urgently needs to be translated to Marco, his best friend who is crashing the couch.

" Translate the message. It's an emergency!"

Throwing the file, Asher smacks on his head.

Marco Dexter is a freelance Interpreter and a linguist who is an expert in ancient languages. A 6'1" tall British-Australian, with beautiful blue eyes, and blonde hair, Marco appears as an unusually charming young man. Also, his expertise in language always is the best skill in this field. So, letting him translate the message will be the best option. Also, he can trust him.

" Ancient Greek and Hebrew language! Sounds interesting!"

His thirst for knowing different types of language flames up within him. Pushing the glasses, he rests his back on the couch and sips the tea which he dislikes.

Ruth hates alcohol but sometimes accompanies him to drink canned beer.

" Bro!!! Who wrote this? That person has great information about language! Using two different languages to make one word. He used the first one in Hebrew and the second one in ancient Greek."

Marco jumps on his spot, turning his face to Asher who smacks his lips with a grin.

" Seems like you know what it is!"Asher leans forward.

" It's a map detail!" he stated...

" A map detail? Few lines only!" He questions.

" This is the interesting part. The sender knows that the person who will receive the message will understand what she wants them to know about." Marco details, writing down the words orderly.

" Tell me what it said!"

" Mailbox, Doghouse, flower vase, cloud nine, twenty-one century, cupboard, third party, dark waves, Fallen Angel, and then One Dollar Alpha 6!"

" Individual words? Do you mean you have to check the mailbox first and get something from there? And after that head to Doghouse, and look for the flower vase..?"

He repeats what he heard. Confusion washes over his face. Seems like it's a kind of Reedle to solve. Instead of writing any detailed information, she sent some words to her daughter who is unaware of those languages,

" Yes," Marco responds.

" Wait a minute!"

Instead of wasting another second Asher called his client. Since Kiley, the politicians used different languages that her daughter doesn't understand. Seems like she had a hunch that when she visited her best friend's museum, she might get killed.

After a long half-hour wait, Laila finally arrives. She carefully sets her purse on the table and settles into her seat with an audible, weary exhale. Despite her years, her enchanting beauty has an illuminating effect on the room, drawing Marco's gaze, though he chooses to stay silent. He is so uncertain and confused over his inner thoughts about the lady who is much older than him.

Passing a glass of iced tea to Laila, Asher takes a seat beside Marco. Laila's gaze is already fixed on Marco, who is deep in thought, puzzling over the words that keep creating thousands of questions. Despite being a skilled linguist, he always wants to do better than his best friend naturally in his field. So, discovering the truth behind the words is drugging him to get involved with this case.

" Ms. Laila! We have translated the message. Seems like your mother has left you some individual words. Please check them if you can understand what she was trying to tell you before her death!"

Her graceful eyes fall on the words. The plucked eyebrows narrow as her neck tilts with slight confusion. Reading the message, she looks at Asher with disappointment.

" I don't know. We don't have any mailbox or dog house, in our house!"

At these words, three of them realize, the case isn't going to be as easy as it looks.

" Are you sure? Any penthouse? Or Somewhere where your mother used to live or go?" Ruth asks carefully.

" No. My Mom didn't stay anywhere longer than one or two days. All her information should belong to our house which she only cherished!"

Asher's jaw clenches, trying to understand what the message is trying to deliver.

" What if, she was trying to tell you to remember any clues about what she has mentioned before? Some specific things that may help you to remember? Can you remember anything that has any connection with those words?"

Laila listens intently to Asher and then turns her attention to the list of words, her brows furrowing as she strains to remember or find any connection to them. However, her efforts are all in vain, and a sigh of disappointment escapes her lips. Her hand forms a fist, acknowledging the frustration of the moment. She doesn't have any idea about their existence in her mother's collection.

" Nothing. She never mentioned anything related to this. But, Mr. Sebastian! What about you visiting our house? My Mom always liked to use coded words. What if she is using code here to find out?"

Laila said, suggested since she is unable to recall any of those objects being in her mother's villa.

" That could be possible. Shall we visit your home then?"

.......

In the dark room, a sudden burst of light illuminates the space as a video starts playing on the projector. A sinister grin curls on the lips and a pair of eyes gleam with a malevolent excitement as they fixate on the screen.

The video reveals a shockingly familiar face, Kiley, the politician, desperately struggling on the floor. Her whimpering seems to be brutal and merciless.

" Commissioner! Your fear of losing the nomination is nothing but overthinking. The art you have shown in this video, I will make you my right hand if I win the election."

As he pours the wine into the glass, the presidential candidate, Troy Stanley, wears a malevolent smirk. His eyes reflect a cruel satisfaction as he watches the video, which depicts his enemy, Kiley, in a harrowing situation. She crawls on the floor, attempting to escape from her assailant, who has mercilessly stabbed her multiple times in the chest, waist, and knee.

" That's so satisfying. The way she begged for her life, if she, instead of being arrogant let me take that painting and didn't dare to meddle with my plans. She would have enjoyed this fine wine with us, Isn't it? Commissioner?"

He speaks, chugging the wine down leisurely. The eyes glint with cruel dark satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Jonathan Patrick, the commissioner, who has announced the case as a cold case, bows, pouring another glass of wine into Troy's glass before seated.

Although he thought Politician Kiley's death would be kept hidden from the public. Unfortunately, it went public right after the day. Since he is the commissioner of the area, the public seems to be disappointed in him. It will significantly affect his election. But, hearing from the presidential candidate, he feels better than before. Who will stop him if the president himself helps him to become a congressman?

" Anyway, I heard you have caught the culprit who has been causing arson around the city. Congratulations!" Troy holds the glass of wine to congrats on his success. His sinister smile gets covered with a very fake and cunning smile on his face.

" That's all thanks to you, President. I am always loyal to you." He said cracking a wide smile. Oiling the right person can open the door to success.

"Your loyalty is greatly appreciated." Troy accepted the praise with a nod and a smile.

" But! Commissioner! You should know that to save the country and to save your dream, you have to break the rules. We create rules to break it. So sacrificing some nuisance who seem to become an obstacle, isn't a crime! So, can you help me with solving another similar case of Politician Kiley?" Showing his phone, Troy smiles, his eyes signal the commissioner to open the notification he just received.

Patrick's eyes almost pop out with disbelief, when he follows the instructions and looks at the message. His eyes flicker with shock when a notification in his phone drags his attention greatly.

" One million dollars?" He mutters, releasing a deep gasp. His eyes aren't trusting themselves.

Troy lights a cigarette and looks back at Jonathan, a sly grin forming.

" This is for solving her matter. If you do something more exciting, you will get double, triple, or more than it. Being a congressman won't bring that money and power as much as I can give you. So, think about it!"

There is a proverb going. All is well. Whatever happens, it happens for good. A large smile shines on his face, the greediness reflects in those wrinkled eyes.

" As long as the President thinks I am useful for him, I don't mind dirtying my hands for you. Please tell me what I must have to do?"

The smoke of the cigarettes traps in the darkroom. The colourful lights make it more mysterious. Troy grins, hearing a very satisfied response from the commissioner. He whistles, touching the button to press. He needs to spice things up.

" Commissioner! Seems like you don't have a great sleep recently. So, I thought to gift you something special!"

The moment he presses the button, two blonde-haired girls allow themselves in, with two bottles of champagne and a basket of grapes, In their bikinis.

" Enjoy the night. Commissioner. You should entertain yourself before you do something big in daylight."