The next morning, from every news channel across Atlanta, the live press conference is what everyone is watching, listening or reading about on the internet.All the news outlets had carried and aired the news about Alexa and Sharon's deaths and had named it the Greene Drug Case.In front of all the flashing cameras and screaming reporters, amongst the ones too busy typing to care about the shoving around, Harper climbs the stage, dressed as a police officer.Ford and Sue didn't go to work that day and are over at the Greene Mansion where James had gone to stay the night. They had gone to join him the next day to make sure he was taking pretty good care of himself.While on the Television, Harper taps the microphone slightly for feedback before she leans down to talk. "Hello, my name is Detective Harper and I'm the officer in charge of the Greene Drug Case. We send our sincere apologies to their families and friends. We accosted the man who killed Ms Alexa yesterday afternoon. Coincid

Harper stands up straight. "Thanks for your help..." Her eyes lingering slightly on Harry who looks at her passively. "We're going to have an issue though. We can nab the original man by just using this call as conclusive evidence but the other man... Brian, you call it, will be hard if he sounds as criminally intelligent as he seems."Sue frowns. "Why can't this call also be a conclusive evidence? He mentioned the framing explicitly...""There were no names, we don't know who's fingerprints they were referring to so we can't use that. We're going to have the catch the first man but this Brian will be a hard nut to crack so we'll just keep our eyes on him, waiting for a slip up.""Or better still... Get the other man to tell on him?"Harper smiles indulgently. "That won't work. I know him already. Before he went to jail for his last conviction, he didn't croak a name no matter what we did. Even the polygraph didn't work on him. He's a living criminal mastermind.""What's his name?" Su

"I want you to get it away from me for as far as you can possibly muster. Infact, you could throw it away, into a large body of water so it'll stop working and at the same time, be far away." Brian instructs as he hands over his old phone to a young man in a black hoodie and he nods."I'll get it done. How will I reach you when the job's done?""You don't need to reach me. You'll receive your payment as you leave now. Just make sure your job is done.." He says as he turns around, heading for his car and drives away from the private airport, airplane's hangar.Inside the car, he grabs a bottle and drinks from it. He has to stop the car immediately from the bout of coughs that rack his whole body.In a bid of getting the FBI off his back, he has acted immediately after the call from Reed and now, one part is done and the other part is in process.The drink in the bottle is one that many people have classified dangerous as it can even make a person lose his voice completely, destroying t

The car stops right in front of Raya's apartment building.Sue gets off, same with Ford and they both go upstairs while the driver goes to park the car in the underground garage.She reaches Raya's apartment and she presses the doorbell.It rings three times before Raya's voice comes out from the intercom. "Who's that?""It's Sue."The couple outside hears a surprised gasp before the door clicks open.Raya envelopes her in a hug immediately and then leads them both inside.Sue smiles warmly and hugs her back. "What about..." Sue starts before she sees the other curious eyes looking at the duo from across the room. "I guess I don't need to ask. You all are here."Raya smiles, almost happily. "Yes. We all managed to get ourselves into my car before we were noticed. We had to get away fast so we just came here immediately.""That's why you were guarded when you wanted to open the door. I hope no one followed you?" Ford observes."Yes. Hi Mr Mason. Sorry I didn't greet you properly. And n

At the hospital, Brian is handed a pad of paper and pen so he can write down his words since no one can hear him either way.He's taken to a doctor who confims he'll need an extensive test to figure out what damage has been done to his vocal cords and how bad the damage is.Brian agrees and in thirty minutes, he's back in the doctor's office with the doctor."Mr Grewde, I have to say, whoever did this to you doesn't mean you well at all. He or she doesn't mean you a good thing. What you drank or took has the ability to take your voice forever."Brian's face goes white. "So you mean I won't be able to talk for the rest of my life?" He asks on his paper, anxious for the doctor's reponse."Hold on Mr Grewde. I didn't say that explicitly. The company who created that drug created it for medicinal purposes so that's a side effect that could be permanent. They have been working on a cure for about six months now and just yesterday, I heard they might have reached it but it's very limited in