Jack's pov

JACK'S POV.

" How is it?." I ask as I pace up and down the room.

" Just ten minutes left Sir." Micheal, a member of the forensic team informs, his eyes glued to the screen as his fingers played with the keyboard.

My eyes fall on Liam and I can see him staring hard at the screen, I follow suit as I patiently wait, hearing the clock tick.

" Done." He informs.

" So?." I say almost immediately with so much impatience.

" I am running it against the profiles and records of the national database." He informs and keeps doing his thing. " Here Sir." He adds and the face comes on screen.

I stare at it for a while, trying to process this newly found evidence. Deep down I am excited that I finally get a lead on the case that I almost want to call the DCP to shove it in his face but I keep my cool.

" Print that out." I order and watch him do that.

" The gateman!." Liam exclaims, visibly shocked.

His look right now sometimes make me wonder if he really be a cop seeing that he seems to believe some are incapable to killing or hurting people.

" Hmm hmm. You never suspect the innocent looking ones." I reply. " Where is he now?." I ask.

" Still on vacation, I guess." He responds and shrugs it off.

" Then we better go get him." I say and tap him gently on the shoulder before heading out first.

I am able to place a call across to Mrs. Daniel to ask about the addresses of all their servants. If one can be the killer then maybe there is another one involved. We had call them in for questioning and funny enough about three of them refused to show up. I jot down the addresses as she calls them out and thank her before ending the call.

" Where to?." Liam ask the minute he gets into the car, ten minutes after but I make sure not to ask him what took him so long.

" Loveland street." I respond and twist the key in it, watching the car kick start to life.

The drive is about forty minutes from the police station and it is a quiet one too as though we are both thinking of the best way to tame our first suspect. I look at the sheet and back at the house to confirm if it is the same address, having confirming that I park the car and step out of it.

I ring the bell and we wait for someone to answer the door. Soon it pulls open and a woman steps into view.

" Good day gentlemen. How may I be of help?." She asks softly.

" Good day Ma'am. We seek a Mr. Andrew and we believe he lives here." I say.

" Ohhh!." She exclaimed and pulls the door open fully then step out of the way. " Come on in." She adds.

We step in without hesitation and settles on the sofa just as she gestured us to.

" I will go get him for you." She informs and steps away.

My eyes trail over everything in the small living room, the old looking sofas and the worn out shelf.

" He is on his way down." She informs with a smile plastered on her lips. " Would you like anything to eat or drink?." She asks.

" No." I respond almost immediately. It's heart wrenching enough that this sweet woman has no idea of what evil is about to befall her husband. I can't bring myself to let her be this kind to us.

" Okay then." She responds.

I hear his footsteps as he descends down the stairs then steps into view.

" Good day Mr. Andrew. We are from Branch C police station and we would love to have a talk with you in our office." I say immediately and stand up.

" Station! The police? Why?." He stammers in fear.

" Nothing serious Mr. Andrew. We just want to have a talk with you." I lie and smile.

" Okay." He responds, his eyes moving around the house.

Suddenly he turns around and tries to run away but Liam catches hold of his shirt before he could disappear out of sight. I watch her tear up as I put the cuffs round his wrists then lead him out, into the car.

" Daddy!." I hear a young male voice call out from behind and I turn around to see a boy of about ten years staring right at us.

" Go in Thomas and take care of your mother. I will be back soon." He says to assure him, his voice shaking as well.

Young Thomas walks towards his mother and wraps his small hand over hers, giving it a little squeeze, his eyes landing on her wet face.

" Don't cry Mother. Daddy is coming back soon. I promise." He says softly and mg heart immediately break into tiny little pieces.

Looking over my shoulder, back at that boy and I see nothing but myself, the younger version of myself. The brave little boy that tried to be a man for his mother when his father wasn't available.

Maybe that's why I chose to be a cop. Because every time I feared that I would end up like my drunkard Father.

I look away to push the thought aside and we lead him to the car. No matter what, we aren't allowed to let ourselves be driven by emotions.

" You alright?." Liam ask suddenly.

" Huh." I exclaim suddenly and quickly put on a smile. " Of course Liam. I'm just glad we have a first lead on this case." I lie.

" Okay. If you say so. But I could drive you know." He volunteers which I turn down almost immediately.

I grip onto the steering wheel firmly as I drive pass it, the scene of my horror. Memories flooding in, memories of what had happened that day, that night, that…..

" Look out, Jack." He yells loudly and pulls the wheel into control.

I snap out of it and look at him.

" Be careful man. You trying to kill me or arrest me?." Anthony snaps rudely.

" Shut up!." Liam yells immediately then turn to me. " Get down I will drive." He adds and step out of the car before I can refuse. I step out too then settle on the other side of the front row. My eyes avoiding looking up and into the street harboring my dark past.