2025-10-16 04:00:58BACK TO THE PRESENT: BEFORE THE GALA
As the bus stops at every road andstreet Jones's gaze never shifted. Frustration filled his eyes. He had mixed emotions. He lost his job and has no idea on what to do next with his life without a job. The job was his only surviving option, though the pay is low but it fits the bills and covers his mom's health insurance. The company was going bankrupt, possibly due to financial instability or because they crossed the wrong person. The release of a tape featuring Kai Won, a renowned artist, accusing him of counterfeit painting, all in the name of telling the "truth". The unemployment rate in New York city was higher than the employment rate. Youths are miserable, pushing them to commit crimes which also increases the crime rate of the country. The rich are getting richer while the poor are getting poorer. Jones slammed his head hard against the window in anger. He felt a sharp pain, but it can't be quantified with the pain he's feeling about being a failure. "Why me?", he muttered to himself, throwing his head against the window. Everything has to be a struggle for him. The phone rang, drawing him out of his thoughts, he pulled it out of his pocket. The caller ID showed no name, "Hello, am I speaking with Jones Walterson?", the other end asked. For some crazy reason, Jones wished it was a job opportunity. "Yes, you're",he said, "We need you at the hospital, your mother Sarah Walterson was just admitted." "Shit", he mutters. "Hello, hello!!", the caller said, all Jones could respond to her was pure silence. He ended the call without asking for the hospital name, because he knows there's only one that's a bit affordable in his hometown for people around the neighborhood. "Stop! Stop.. stop the bus", he yelled to the chauffeur drawing attention to himself. He jumped off the bus with his bag and coat to the hospital like a criminal escaping his greatest prison. Breathing heavily, he stumbled to the nurse desk, scaring the young lady. " Hey I'm Jones I got a call that my mom was admitted. Where's she", he asked panting. "Over there sir, the third room by your left". Jones fled immediately. He slowed his pace when he saw his mother lying on the bed with oxygen support. He wiped the tears streaming down his eyes. A hand held him back from going into the room, he turned his gaze from the knob to the doctor standing in front of him. It was Dr.Julian, he's been treating his mother for years, he respects him so much for his help. "Hey man, come with me ", Julian says drawing him out of his mother's view to a corner. "Her heart is failing and she needs the surgery immediately..... before her heart stops", Julian said with concerned looks. "I can't afford it. Is there any medication or treatment you can offer?......l-l...like the last one", he says stuttering, tears streaming down his eyes. "No, there isn't. It's either the surgery or she won't survive", Julian said facing the ground. Jones felt like all hope was lost. "I lost my job today. What am I suppose to do?", Jones said laughing out his pain with tears. He walks out of Julian, to take a seat before meeting his mom. Julian eyes lingered all over Jones with pity. "Doctor Julian, your attention is needed", a nurse on blue uniform said, Julian withdrew his eyes from Jones and followed the nurse. When he got inside room, it scent of lavender, he could only hear the beeping of the machine in the beside his mom. Her short brown chestnut hair was spread on the pillow, her strands of her bangs covering her eyes, her white glowing skin looks paler than in the morning."Hey mom, it's me", Jones whispered. His mom's face lit up with a warm smile mixed with pain she doesn't want me to be aware of, but I know. "Are you okay?, how you feeling?", he asked in hesitation. "I'm fine, how you doing?, don't lie to me". Yeah she knows, I'll definitely lie about how I'm feeling. "I lost my job today, but nothing to worry about, I'll get another", I told her the truth, yet I know getting another job will be difficult. "I know you will, this is just a bump in the road. You get passed it", she said holding tight to my hands, the world would see your light and talent", he giggled along with her. The room echoes with conversations of mother and son bonding.
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
CHAPTER 41
POV: Logan The prison gate didn’t creak. It hummed. Low. Mechanical. Indifferent. Steel sliding over steel. The sound of something opening that had never cared whether it held monsters or men. The guards walked him out without speaking. He didn’t rush. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t look back. Handcuffs locked around his wrists. Cold metal against inked skin. The tattoos at his neck had faded slightly over the years, but they were still there — sharp lines disappearing beneath the collar of prison-issued gray. His shoulders were broader than when he went in. Prison had aged him, yes — carved deeper lines into his face — but it hadn’t weakened him. If anything, it had sharpened him. They led him into the white processing room. Too bright. Too sterile. Too artificial. He sat when told. Across the metal table, a senior officer adjusted his collar, trying not to stare. “Name.” The officer’s voice was steady. Barely. “Logan Walterson.” Not loud. Not aggressive. Just deliberate
CHAPTER 40
POV: Johnny Johnny didn’t drink when he worked. Not when something felt off. The office in his house was dim, a single desk lamp casting a hard cone of light over scattered paper files, printed stills from surveillance footage, and a corkboard nailed with photographs. Barry. Jones. The site layout. The elevator shaft. Johnny leaned back in his chair, remote in hand, eyes locked on the screen. The footage replayed again. And again. And again. He wasn’t watching Jones anymore. He was watching the environment. Timing. Silence. Blind spots. The elevator corridor flickered on the screen — the timestamp blinking 23:47 before glitching forward three seconds. Three seconds. Too clean to be random. He rewound. Paused. Zoomed. The elevator had been declared non-functional that night. According to the maintenance schedule, a technician had been dispatched after multiple complaints. And according to police records — which Johnny had access to through a favor owed — the t
CHAPTER 39
POV: Kai The private investigator arrived at 10:00 a.m. sharp. No handshake. No small talk. He slid a thin folder across Kai’s desk. “You asked for quiet,” he said. “This is quiet.” Kai didn’t sit. He opened the file standing. First page — basic background. Jones. Employment history. Education. Nothing alarming. Then the inconsistencies began. Birth certificate — amended. Hospital listed — no longer operational. Original records — missing. Surname discrepancy at age seven. Guardianship transfer — undocumented. Kai’s pulse slowed. Not in fear. In focus. “This isn’t clerical error,” he said. “No,” the investigator agreed. “This is deliberate restructuring.” Kai flipped to the final page. A name buried in an old municipal archive. Almost erased. Walter. Not Walterson. Just Walter. But the connection thread was there. Thin. Intentional. Kai’s breathing changed. Walter. The same surname that had surfaced decades ago in corporate feuds. The same bloodline
CHAPTER 38
Jones leaned back in his chair slowly. His apartment was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes every small sound louder than it should be — the fridge humming, traffic passing outside, the faint ticking of the cheap wall clock above the kitchen door. He didn’t feel angry. That was the worst part He felt… removed. Like he was watching his own life from across the room. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He didn’t answer. It stopped. Buzzed again. This time he picked up. “Hello?” Static. Then a click. No voice. He lowered the phone slowly, staring at it. Someone was testing the line. Or confirming it worked. He tried calling the lawyer Max mentioned. Voicemail. He tried again. Voicemail. He texted. No reply. He opened his messages and scrolled through news alerts. It didn’t take long. CONTRACTOR FOUND DEAD AT PRIVATE SITE. POLICE QUESTION KEY INDIVIDUAL. INSIDE SOURCES SUGGEST INTERNAL DISPUTE. He didn’t need to open the articles to know who that “key individ
CHAPTER 37
Lewis The laughter at the dinner table lingered in his ears long after Marie walked out. Lewis didn’t move immediately. He finished his wine. Set the glass down. Only then did he excuse himself with a composed nod. Outside, the night air was colder than expected. He loosened his tie slightly as he stepped away from the house and toward his car. His jaw was tight — not from embarrassment. From fury. She had marks on her neck. And she hadn’t even bothered to hide them. Jones. The name alone made something ugly stir beneath his calm exterior. His phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen. Unknown number. He answered. “Yes.” A pause. Then a familiar voice — distorted slightly by static. “We have a complication.” Lewis leaned against the side of his car, eyes scanning the dark driveway. “What kind?” “The one you thought wouldn’t matter.” Lewis went still. “Be clear.” “He’s asking questions.” Lewis’ expression sharpened. “Who?” “The friend.” Max. Lewis exhaled
CHAPTER 36
Marie The silence between us had weight. Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind that wraps around you like safety. The kind that sits in your lungs and refuses to let you breathe properly. I stood outside Jones’ apartment for a full minute before knocking. My hand hovered longer than it should have. Pride told me to leave. Anger told me to demand answers. Something softer told me to just walk away before I got hurt. I knocked anyway. The door opened slowly. He looked tired. Not physically—though there were faint shadows under his eyes—but the kind of tired that settles deeper than sleep can fix. His jaw tightened slightly when he saw me. “Marie.” Not warm. Not cold. Careful. “You weren’t answering my calls,” I said. He stepped aside without responding.I walked in. The apartment felt different tonight. Not messy. Not unfamiliar. Just… heavy. Like something had shifted in the air and refused to leave. He closed the door behind me. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quiet
You may also like
Murder Case #201
LovieNot2.7K viewsThe beautiful beast.
Starwrite5.3K views246: A Killer's Promise
JJ Dizz12.0K viewsWho are you
RedCEE4.2K viewsThe Mafia's Possession
Jenny Chocolate2.5K viewsThe Escape Room
Tiara Cold1.5K viewsWatcher
littleblackhorse4.4K viewsThe Mile 3 Murder Mystery
Kenneth Uwadi1.6K views