Chapter 19

Vincent's POV

"I have found out for you Sir. The CEO of the company is Carlos Padilla Sr."

My secretary Donovan tells me when I decided to call in sick because of this flu I have gotten.

"I hate it that I got this flu a week before we had to leave for Puerto Rico-ACHOO!" I grunted to Donovan before being cut off by the need to sneeze. "Bless you Sir." He covers his mouth telling me.

"Appreciated." I replied, taking a tissue to sneeze before throwing it away. "But we really had to see Mr Padilla." I insisted to Donovan.

"His niece has suffered so much ever since she joined the FBI." I then explained to him. "It's proper I had to give him a proper apology as Rodrigo's superior." I soon continue

"And I want you to help me check something when I'm not around though." I said to Donovan and it got him looking at me confused.

"Why? Want to come with me to Puerto Rico again even though you have just have returned from there?"

I soon asked him. "I'm wondering haven't you already punished Deputy Chief Han? Why we have to go to Puerto Rico apologizing to him Sir?" He soon asks me back.

"Punished Deputy Chief Han I had already."

I nodded my head saying to him. "But it seems to me there be a new unfortunate lady coming into his life." I continued, not wanting to give this intelligent brat an easy hit-on-the-nail guessing.

"He seem to have engaged very indecent acts in the office with her and my son has catch them red-handed."

I added on. Donovan cringed the moment I have finished telling him this brief story. "Very indecent oops" He commented cringing.

"I know" I sighed. "But be mindful he had a very hot temper unfortunately though Sir." Donovan soon informs me. "Hot-tempered or not, surely a businessman will never say no to any possible negotiation beneficial." I said to him.

"Unless he of course wishes for an early retirement"

I continued. "Of course of course" Donovan nods his head agreeing with me. "I thought you will have brighter eyes considering your father was an financial trade expert himself." I soon looked at him saying.

"I'm not an economics graduate Sir." He then reminds me back. "Fair enough." I nod my head before getting him to call for the airlines to book tickets to Puerto Rico.

Soon, my wife Melissa was paging me to call her. I immediately give her a call. It was about our youngest Mia.

"Gli adolescenti ultimamente hanno solo una mente tutto loro...(Teenagers lately just have a mind of their own...)"

I reassure my wife when she rants to me about Mia coming back for dinner. "Potrebbe anche cacciarla se inizia a trattare la casa per un hotel! (Might as well kick her out if she starts treating the house for a hotel!)" Melissa continues ranting.

At the same time, her brother Salvatore barges in as he please as his sister, my wife is ranting away, leaving my hands tied because if I cut off the call to attend to work, I will get it hard tonight but I can't delay my work either.

Oh no...what am I supposed to do...?

Letizia's POV

"Seriously!"

I softly ranted as I'm driving on my way to my twins' school as their Literature teacher called me to meet her urgently.

'I hope those girls aren't giving me problems.' I prayed as I am trying not to hit anybody though I'm trying to get to the school as fast as I can.

It took me a while to get to the school. "Mrs McForbes. Good afternoon" The front-door guard greeted me when I arrived. "Save the greetings. I'm here on something urgent." I said while filling out the usual troublesome paperwork.

"Oh! Is it about the toilet smacking?"

The guard soon asked me and I looked at him. "I beg your pardon but... w-what...t-toilet smacking?" I asked him, stuttering while trying to absorb in as much information as I can.

"Well well...eight girls in final grade from this morning are involved in some toilet smacking during Literature class."

The guards soon start explaining. "Yeah go on." I said for him to proceed his explanation. "Principal Prestwick soon walks in thinking somebody play ball in the toilet but she soon find a** smacking instead." He soon continues. "Connor says its for a play but Principal thought otherwise." He then adds on to me saying.

"Where's the Principal's office?"

I asked as I soon remember the school office has done renovations recently. "Just at the back of the Vice Principal's near the cafeteria." The guard answers pointing to me the direction.

"Geez! That's odd!" I muttered softly to myself. "But thanks." I thanked the guard before walking the route to the office.

Antonio's POV

"Qualche buona notizia? (Any good news?)"

I asked my mother after my father hung up on her due to work. "B-Buone notizie?! (G-Good news?!)" She soon puts down the phone scoffing to me.

"Non riceve alcuna cena da me! (He is getting no dinner from me!)"

She says before angrily stomping off to her room and slamming the door as loud as a jet machine. 'Oh dear...' I think to myself gritting, as I know what my father will be getting when he finishes work.

Something soon shoots down the couch and it was small paper tied in some shoestring. I immediately grab the paper and went to look out for the window, but sadly, there isn't anybody or anything I can find.

'Are people being creeps lately?'

I think to myself before I untie the shoestring, opening the paper and see that it was a note to me which I am feeling nothing but very awkward goosebumps.

'Agent Montessori. Laura Padilla apparently also studied the same school as you. Tomorow, 6pm, Bush Springs Chinese Cafe to find out who I am'

The letter reads. 'N-No way!' I think to myself trying not to believe my eyes. Considering my father is flying into Puerto Rico soon to apologize to the CEO of Padilla Tea, this is very mixed feelings for me to absorb.

This must be a lie...I must find out who send me this note...

John's POV

After paying Mr James the tip, I arrived at the doorstep of the Emory Place Corrections Office. I was so amused that my face and eyes are instantly awoken by how the outside of the place looked.

"How can I help you there Mister?"

An officer tap my shoulder asking, snapping me out of my train of thought. I soon showed the officer my badge. "From the FBI! Greetings, Junior Agent McForbes." The officer greets me the moment he sees my badge.

"Greetings to you as well, and you are?"

I soon greeted the officer back before asking his name. "Junior Officer Lloyd Carmichael." He then introduced himself. "Greetings Officer Carmichael." I smiled. "Just call me Lloyd." He smiles saying.

"I wonder what brings you here to Emory Place? We last have FBI Agents visiting us here 25 years ago." Lloyd soon asks me about my visit. "That's long..." I gasped a little to myself in shock before explaining to Lloyd my reason here.

"I'm here regarding a cold case. Is Senior Officer James on duty today?"

I explain and asked Lloyd about the person I'm looking for. "Senior Officer Sydney James Jr.?" He asks and I nodded my head. "I can help you with that, my twin is a partner to James." Lloyd smiles before getting his phone to call.

"Ah yes thank you!"

Lloyd says before ending the call. "Yes, Sydney Junior is around and having tea with my twin. I can take you there." He looks up to me answering. "Appreciated." I said before I followed him inside the corrections office.

-5 Minutes Later-

"I can't believe you guys take breaks that far."

I said to Lloyd when we reached the said place. "We had a prison break-in the last time we are to guard near those inmates so measures had to be taken." He then explains to me as a thin looking lady officer walks towards us.

"Yo sis!"

Lloyd calls up to the lady. "Yo bruh! Didn't know ya be taking a FBI agent here." The lady, who is apparently his twin, says to Lloyd.

"Agent McForbes, meet Junior Officer Savannah Carmichael." Lloyd introduced his twin to me. "Sis, meet FBI Junior Agent John McForbes." He then introduced me to his sister.

"Nice to meet you"

We both greeted by exchanging handshakes. "Likewise, what brings you here?" Savannah then asks me. "Is Senior Officer Sydney James around?" I asked her.

"Yes inside."

She says before she takes me inside while Lloyd waits outside for me. "Good day there Agent McForbes." The Senior Officer greets me after Savannah introduces me to him. "You can call me John. Nice to meet you." I greeted him saying.

"Hope everything is well for you here."

He smiles. "But what brings you to me?" He soon asks me as Savannah leave us both alone. "Not really a grave thing. Just about the Nat Hayden case." I then explain the reason I'm here.

"I understand you've lived the same vicinity as Nat Hayden."

I continued explaining. "I would like to know if you still remember anything else about the perp and also any extra details regarding Nat Hayden." I end off saying.

"Well well...I really only remember a red-strawberry hair person coming in that very night." He responds to me. "But that young lass was also very new to the vicinity." He then continues.

"How new?"

I then asked. "Very new like 2 weeks, usually you take one month to get everyone knowing everything about ya." He says which I nod my head understanding.

"Do you notice anybody special prior to the incident?"

I soon carefully asked Sydney. "Not really up till that night. But I remember that lass always look very stressed." He answers scratching his head.

"Usually people that age be living free like a bird but she looks like something on in her life but yet she can't get it off..." He soon continues.

"You never asked her?"

I soon asked him. "I wish I had but I'm very busy with getting a promotion that I barely been home in the weekends." He answers.

"Fair enough."

I nodded my head understanding. "Times have gotten better that I have gotten the promotion." He comments. "Yes of course. I can see you must have bust for it." I said to him even though deep down I find his answers vague and suspicious

-2 Hours Later-

"I thank you for this interview."

I said as I took his offer to escort me out. "No worries. I am glad to help if you need anymore assistance." He says to me.

We soon bid our farewell and went out separate ways. I walked to this Fried Chicken shop down the street where the corrections office is located.

"Mama Harris Fried Chicken with Collard Greens and Secret Sauce!"

One of the staff was promoting as I was looking at the menu and trying to figure out what will be good here. Somewhat I was pulled into the shop before I could do anything and sat down on those rustic wooden seats.

'What am I doing here?'

I think to myself looking around before a plump African lady walk towards me. She looks menacing to the point I could feel my stomach line closing on its own.

"Are ya young bloke from the FBI?"