The Return of The Gangster Lord; Mark Smith

chapter 4

Mark's point of view 

Hours have passed since I have been interrogated and made to wait in the cold hallway of the station. The wind was blowing and my hand seemed to be freezing but regardless my heart was still on fire.

Rage was burning in me as I was thinking about how such an incident could happen in a vicinity that is always covered by securities.

And moreover due to the event I have planned, I have made Sara see to the fact that there was extra security in place but how?

How did they end up entering and attacking?

How did they escape as well and the security didn't catch a glimpse of any of them?

Someone must be in on it but who?

Who did this?

Who was planning to attack Jocelyn? 

She has never had a clash with anyone but how? How did she end up being shot by the men? 

Was the gunshot for her or was it not intentional?

“Mr Mark, I am so sorry to keep you waiting here but the detective will love to meet you now!” the young inspector, who came to invite me, said respectfully.

Without a word, I followed her to the office and sat in front of a middle aged man. “You must be Mr Mark!” He said and I stared at him for a while.

“And you must be the man in charge of the attack launched at my gallery today! What is the detail?” I replied.

I could notice his uneasiness and even though he was very professional with it. His tie came down a bit and beads of sweat formed on his face.

“Sir, we did our best in finding out who initiated the attack on your gallery, who it was meant for or how they got to the place but it was to no avail.

All the camera were blocked mysteriously not from the control source but from an outside link which none of our men can trace leaving us to believe that it can only be done by a very big tech company or something.

Well the men at the control room said they have experienced these twice in the last sixibth but since they was nothing serious and the network came back by itself the next day, they didn't bother.

And no car was seen to be entering or leaving around the time expect the car your fiance rode to the gallery.

And no criminal would have worked bare footed to the scene that day. So sir, We are still at a cross road but we will try our best to resolve the issue as soon as possible.”

He narrated.

My blood was boiling as I listened to all he had to say about the issue. How could these happen in a lawful hour and my gallery to be precise and these men can't even provide a very satisfactory explanation.

How???

I guess I must have zoned out for a long while as the detective shook my shoulder to bring back my attention.

“I know how painful it is to lose your fiancee but we will try our best to bring justice for her!” He said and I immediately stood up and walked out.

Justice!

Did he just talk about justice when Jocelyn lost her life already?

What other justice do they want to give that will be as satisfactory as putting a gun on the head of the person who did this.

Either it was intentional or not!

I was about walking off when I sounded heard a familiar voice yelling and wailing in a room. I was convinced that I must have been hallucinating but it got cleared the more I walked towards the room.

Curiosity got the best of me and I pushed the door open.

“Mum!” I called out as I saw she was in a very devastating position. She was leaning on her husband shoulder crying profusely.

“You!! You bastard! I should have known you were the reason!” She flare up the moment she looked my way and she rushed at me and slapped me on my face.

I was confused looking at the most caring people I know blaming me for something I don't seem to understand.

What have I done wrong this time around?

“Mum!” I called out softly but she slapped me again.

“Who is your mum? You murderer! I told her times without number to stay away from you but she didn't listen. She believed in you and your so called talent and vision.

Look at what she ended up with!

Death! She was killed because of you! If she wasn't there, she would have still being alive today.

You think we wouldn't find out that the ones who shot came for you! And my daughter took the gunshot! You bastard!

I regret allowing my daughter stay with you! You robbed me of my only petal and guess what, I will make you regret it.

I will make New York hotter than coffee for you!” She yelled at me and walked out banging the door heavily.

I was still void of emotions as my thoughts couldn't settle down as well. What is she talking about?

Jocelyn's father finally stood up from his seat and walked out after his wife without saying anything or looking at me.

What just happened?

They are the only family I know in New York! What just happened?

I looked at the female officer that I had seen before. She must have said something to them. 

“What did you say to them?” I asked calmly and she looked at me with guilt.

“they came looking for you and since you were in a meeting. I brought them in here and they asked about the situation of things. So I told them the truth!” 

She replied in a low tone.

“What truth??” I asked with an unintentional yell and she shook a bit.

“That the incident was a minor robbery planned for your gallery but unfortunately the scare shot they wanted to make ended up hitting Miss Jocelyn and the robbers ran away seeing the situation.” 

She said and it was like my whole world came crashing down. “Is that the truth or the truth you are resolving to since you could not find any information about the attackers?” 

I asked and she went mute. Guilt covered her like beads of sweat and her feet came tapping repeatedly.

“I'm sorry!” she muttered but I lost control and punched into the walls of the office. “Sorry!! Don't you dare tell me you are sorry!” 

I yelled at her causing her to fall on her knees and before I could say Jack. I blacked out.