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I stood up, holding Elle tight, and backed toward the window. "It's over, Rex! The codes are gone! I deleted the drive!" "You're lying!" Rex screamed. He grabbed my hair, pulling me toward him. "The codes are in your head! I’ll carve them out if I have to!" He raised the knife again, but then he froze. He looked down at his chest. A small, silver dart was buried in his neck. His eyes went wide, and his grip on my hair loosened. He stumbled back, his hands clawing at the air.

"I couldn't bear to keep it from you anymore since you're here." Tears streamed down Shamia's face. "What do you know, Mr. Paloma... who killed her?" "The one who killed Rui was... your father, Rexor."

Carlos questioned. Rex chuckled. "Of course." "Well?" Carlos pressed. "Earlier, Mr. Luca was shot on his way to work," Xavier revealed, causing Carlos's eyes to widen with unexpected delight. "Wow..." he remarked, feigning indifference. "I didn't do it," Rex quickly clarified, earning a disbelieving glance from Carlos. "That's not my modus operandi. It seems someone shares our sentiments. It appears our boy has more enemies than we anticipated," Rex commented with a grin.

And when he could no longer bear the intense pain, he suddenly fainted. Rex approached the man and felt his neck to see if he was still breathing or if he had died from the pain he had experienced. "He's still alive. What are we going to do with him, Gun?" "Make him confess who ordered him to kill Arielle. And don't forget to ask him who and where the old woman, his accomplice in attempting to kill Arielle," he replied darkly to Rex. Even if she was a woman, not to mention an old woman, he would still not let her pay for what she did to Arielle. Whoever heart Arielle will taste his wrath.

But Agent Miller shot that idea down. "Victoria was under 24-hour surveillance." "We've reviewed the tapes repeatedly. Victoria didn't open her eyes once in five years. There's no way she could have done this herself!" I walked up to a weeping woman. "Want to know how he died?" "Antonio. He cried before he died, begged for his life. Said he had a newborn daughter and pleaded for me to spare him." "A soldier who swore an oath to the family, and in his last moments, he was thinking about diapers and formula, not honor."

For a moment I thought that would be all, the higher ups have warned that I shouldn't make mention of the fact that I once confessed that she spent the night with me. Then Reginald stood, I had worked with good lawyers before, but Reginald was different. He wasn't performing, he was hunting. He asked me his questions before allowing me to step down then called the forensic pathologist. Asked one simple question. "What time did Marcus Kuntz die?" “Midnight to twelve-thirty.” The pathologist responded, such an answer couldn't not be forged. Then he called me back. The entire courtroom seemed to know what was coming before I did.

“Didn’t I tell you that we’re law-abiding citizens and don’t kill anyone? Anyway, we can very well say that you’re the one who killed him!” “Me?” “Yeah, you!” Nodding, Rhea said thoughtfully, “If he hadn't tried to tip off Lily for your sake, he wouldn’t have driven over there and met with the accident. So, who else had killed him other than you?” “I…” Austin was flabbergasted. For a brief moment, he nearly believed what she was saying and was almost convinced that he was the one who caused Thompson’s death.

Another came from behind. Rex spun, catching the spear shaft mid-thrust. He yanked hard, pulling the attacker off balance, then slammed his elbow into the man's throat. Cartilage crushed beneath the blow. Rex did not wait. He stomped down on the man's knee until it snapped backward with a sound like breaking wood. The scream that followed was short-lived—Rex buried the knife into the base of the skull. Blood coated his hands. He barely noticed. Gunfire cracked through the fog. Muzzle flashes lit the white haze in brief bursts of orange. Hunters fell, bodies jerking, but more replaced them. They did not retreat. They never did.

Detective Rex dispassionately shut off the recorder. "Okay put it back." He hit the button again. "Did he forward it?" Detective Mark asked. "Yeah like to my brother and sister. When he said he forwarded it to them I shot him on the left shoulder." "What time did this happen." "About eleven." "What happened next?" "He gave me the Roman Reign's spear, you know, do you watch wrestling?" "Roman Reign's spear, go on." "He tried to kill me with the gun, we were with the gun like struggling and the next thing I know, boom! He killed himself."

he said, which made me close my hand even more. If that’s the case, I need to be ready. A few minutes later, a man came to us, “Excuse me,” he said, so we looked at him. He seriously looked at me, “SPO2 Patrick Smith, right?” He asked me. “Yeah,” I answered, “Who are you?” I asked him. “I’m Rafael Lawliet, the person who killed Nate Keehl,” he seriously said, so Sage and I looked at each other. Then, we looked at him. Impossible!