3 Chapter 3

They returned from the seaport, with no trace of Elliott and his gang. Mr Alexander and his daughter Lucy were kidnapped. Those caught where sent to jail to serve their case, they were of no use to them cause the constitution forbade torturing. And they knew nothing about Elliott. He keeps his identity secret from everyone. The only people that knew his background was Arc, who was his father's contract killer, and klye, who he was kicked with from the Mexican armed force with Elliott for assassination.

They fled from their country cause the Mexicans wanted their heads. He is as tough as Elliott, but not that clever.

The FBI were doing all they could to ensure the safety of Mr Alexander and his daughter, they tried tracing them, but all effort was a flop. He went to Sarah, a computer expert at the department. Her work was to track criminals locations, and to exhibit other missions that requires computer operations.

"Hi Sarah," He said, feigning a smile. She had always been worried about him, after the nightmare she had months ago. He didn't want har drama, at least not now.

"Hi Luis."She gave a lazy teasing smile. She preferred to call him by his name rather than detective.

She's a pretty lady, sweet girl, sweet voice. All the agents flirted with her, he was an exception.

"I need details of Elliott Ross. " She puts on her glasses, and typed on the keyboard.

"Got it! " she said, Luis bent towards the computer. "He's from Mexico, age 32."

"His residence? "Scullard said from behide.

"Nothing, result remains unknown"she said with a frown,with her glasses perched half way down her nose.

"What's wrong Sarah? ". Luis asked.

"This is unusual, there is no information about him on the net. "

"He had done this. " Scullard concluded,

"Occupation? "

"Sorry Luis, still unknown ". She clicked on the keyboard for a while, as Luis and Scullard watched. "Found something! ". Sarah said, as they focused on the computer again. "According to what I found, his parents died on a plane crash 19 years ago, he lived at Stanford orphanage Mexico, for five years, there, he attended an orphanage school. "

"Good work Sarah. " He tapped Scullard, and the left the table. "We have to proceed our investigation at that orphanage, we might get valuable informations about him there. "

"You are right, but we have to ensure the safety of Mr Alexander and his daughter. "

"John!, " Luis called, as he passed. "Get the team ready, we are going to investigate Mr Alexander's house.

It was getting late when they reached his house, they found him lying helplessly on his sitting room, drenched in his blood, and that of his daughter's. She was shot on the belly, but still alive, breathing weakly, and slowly. They quickly called the ambulance, she was rushed to the hospital. It had been three hours since they were shot. She had lost a lot of blood.

The house was searched for clues, they found an unsigned business agreement, worth millions of dollar.

It was written so coercively, sort of a treat, or warning, pretty opposing to the recipient. It was handed to Luis, and it was read out

"Ship 2257, must stay ducked, better still, unrestrianed! We know you've found out about the content. Five hundred million isn't worth offering you to drop every charges, cause we got something special to you. Do what you are told or pay the price.". He read with a frown on his face.

He was respondent, he had seen such a dreadful lettering before, but where?. His mind suddenly flashed back to when he was little, his father was a sailor, he was going through his father's stuff, to find his cricket ball that was seized. He was warned not to play cricket inside the house, he usually distroyed stuff, every time he played his cricket.

He found a letter. He started reading properly at the age of eight. He read it, it's was almost the same words. The ship number was different. Ship 504. He recalled vividly. That was the ship his father was in charge of. Does it mean Mr Alexander's case was similar to his father's? He taught.

"Luis! What's wrong? "Scullard called, and he came back from his taught. He fidgetted a bit, looking rather nervous.

"I'm fine, we should visit that ship, to find the content the person is talking about "

"The date of this agreement was 2nd march, 1995. This is May! " Scullard said. "The content must've been removed long ago. "

"You are right, but we still have to visit the port again for clues, and find out about this ship in question. The content seems pretty illegal to me. "

"look what I found, bullet from a custom TLT pistol " One of the agents said.

"Detective Luis, there is nothing of help here anymore, maybe his daughter knows something about the murder. " John said.

"Yeah, poor girl, her mom died, not quite long, and now her dad. I pray she survives this."

"Do you think Elliott wrote this agreement Luis? " Scullard asked.

"I don't know for sure, but we'd find out after close examination. "He took few steps away from the corpse, as it was carried out of the building. John wore rubber gloves, and carefully placed the bullet and the lettering inside the transparent envelope.

Luis reported back to the department that Mr Alexander is dead, and his daughter, needs blood urgently.

It was late after the investigation was concluded, he dropped the reports at the department,took his coat and left for home. His mind went back to his father's case, as he sat on his car. He wondered what that contract means, he shrugged, and starts the car. Few minutes later, he arrived home. He walked inside, loosing his tie that had hung on his neck the whole day. He didn't like putting on ties, and wearing long sleeved shirt, but it's required. He sat down, and turned on the television. Mr Sweeney, and Alexander's case we're on the news.

"Two sumptuous men,were killed in a day. Mr Eli Sweeney, killed at his own factory, and Custom Alexander Maverick, kidnapped with his daughter, and later killed at his house. The daughter survived from the gunshot, and now receiving blood fussion. The question is, what are the FBI's effort, to apprehend these killers-" He switched off the television, and threw the remote to another seat.

"What's wrong son? " Mrs Powell said. She had stood at the stair for a while, watching. She knew what's bothering him. Everyone had heard about the news. Mr Powell died two years ago of cancer. She came closer, placed her hand on his left cheek.

"Nothing mom. " He replied, she smiled.

"I know what's bothering you. You guys are facing big problems , lives are endangered;" She nodded, "I know. "

"Actually, that isn't bothering me much". She removed her hand from his left cheek, and crossed them. "Then what's bothering you? ". She asked with a serious look.

"I'm suspecting Mr Alexander's death, was related to that of my parents!".

Mrs Powell laughed a little, he wondered what was funny about what he said. "Are you implying Elliot Ross killed your parents? ". She laughed again

"Hell no mother! "

"He was just a kid, when your parents died, maybe he wasn't even born. "

"He's older than I am Mom, and I'm not saying he killed my parents. "

"Then who else is responsible for Mr Alexander's death? "

"It's not confirmed he wrote that agreement, and I doubt so. I'd figure it all out with my teammates tomorrow. " He said, she laughed loudly.

"You know I'd be a better detective than you are. You can't even see what's in front of you honey "

"We don't really people like that, without proper investigations;"He signed. "You know what mom, I'm fed up with your aguement, I'm gonna go to bed now". He took his coat, and climbed  the stairs.

"Goodnight son! "

"Night mom". He shooked his head, and muttered few words with a smile.

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