ALONGSIDE to the long and wide stretch of Leonska Highway, a narrow path existed in between the mounting salal bushes and the large carpet of undergrowth. It leads to the deepest part of Rainminted forest park where the group of cedar trees stood ubiquitously. The rangers who constructed it for emergency grounds had kept it discreet to the public as an act of preserving the security of the local citizens. Anyone who could be caught red-handed entering that path would meet a serving time in jail and a disagreeable penalty.   For compliant individuals, that could be a horrendous threat—a suitable warning to hinder the disobedient citizens from trespassing illegally. And the headquarters had managed to maintain any ruckus concerning the restricted passage. But for some peculiar reason, Sarah Poleman, a seventeen-year-old brunette, and his boyfriend—Charlie Mantial, find it less disturbing to jump over

PAIGE FELT a knot in her stomach as she pulled the car over and saw the news vans piling up at the parking lot. Reporters and their cameramen from different sorts of media stood at the precinct lawn, preparing to bombard her with tons of intriguing questions concerning the murder case. She did not bother to think or put thought as to how they know about the case. News spread fast in this part of Leonska and the citizens are not the only ones to be blamed for. Some police make money out of selling tips and information to these sharks. And it would not surprise Paige if that had been the case for this.   As she got out of her car, she noticed Gabriel Loftgant standing outside the glass door, obviously refraining himself from yelling at the reporters starting to come near her. His eyebrows are almost connected and his face was burning red. Paige didn't waste any time and hustled towards her supervisor, not wanting to give the media the chance to assault h