Lady in Blue: The Billionaire's Regret

CONVICTED

[ When they seek justice, oftentimes, they were given the hint at how loud some cries for mercy....]

BELIZE STATION

The sky are clear. The day seems great. It deems to continue until the night, but it wasn’t as good as to what the Belize Station is currently dealing with. Life has been sow on San Miguel De Allende. It was grotesque. Nobody could put into words how much the corpse experienced torment it had never been into before.

VICTIMS IDENTITY

NAME: ADAM MARCEL NUEVO

AGE: 25 YEARS OLD

ADDRESS: SAN MIGUEL DE ALLENDE, MEXICO

CAUSE OF DEATH: BLOOD LOSS AND CONCUSSION

Adam as he was identified deals with major wounds that were intended to hurt badly, while he was being tortured alive. There are sign of resistance, bruises that morphed into a much darker colour embarking that the corpse has been there for more than 24 hours and more. He died moping towards the mercy he seek, but he wasn’t given. To live the life that were stolen, but his death did not end the way how it normally does. His limbs were cut off. His stomach were sliced open by what the prosecutors could assumed presumably a scalpel, a bone saw that broke his arms and legs mercilessly separate them from each other.

The slightest touch of his wounds they could imagined were both pain and anguish that could not be borne, it filtered through every part of him that they knew each seconds of his laments were one of the most torturous time of his life. The volts of pain slicing through his distress until he was rip apart, when he no longer bear it. A hot white pain being brushed by shards of glass.

Same as the other victims, Adam is also faceless, missing his visage – the skin from his face.

It was something that even a human would fear to do so, unless they are not totally sane. A psychopath maniac. A killer who committed murder without a soul and a heart.

A hefty amount of papers piling on top of each other has been placed down over Ruscov’s desk. It adds up towards the large amount of documents he’s been reading the moment he arrived on the station. Restless, same as Reed, both haven’t had enough sleep from the passed couple of days and night. He hadn’t seen Germa since then. She was on duty, while he packed his bags reluctantly as it was a must to solve the case as early as possible they can, before the rumours spread and cause more havoc than what they intended to.

“What’s inside?” He leaned his back, and rub his eyes for a moment.

They kind of hurt for how long has he had them trained on those papers.

“Some basic and personal information about the new victim, Mr. Nuevo, and—” Reed grabbed one and flipped it open. “—Ms. Laura Alzen, she’s his live in partner and currently she’s gone missing. So, we can assumed that she may or may have not anything to do with his death.”

Reed offered the files.

Ruscov retrieved it from his hand. On the top right corner, a photograph of a young and beautiful woman were plastered. She have some soft features, but she wasn’t smiling either way. It may have been Laura. Her lips protruded into an irritating snarl directed to whoever may have been taking the picture itself. It wasn’t alone. There are couples of photographs, where she was with Adam, the man who died. They looks happy. It was as if they had been a perfect couple made for each other, in spite of what he read that Mr. Nuevo has been detained from some d**g trafficking crime a year before.

However, one thing caught his eyes, while scanning the document connected to Laura.

“She’s working in El Casa?” He did not manage to hide his surprise as his attention focus towards her current job.

“She is.” Reed nodded his head. “We might as well visit there in hope that we’ll find Ms. Alzen on that place.”

“Does that mean she’s a flesh worker?”

“A tramp?” Reed crossed his arms. “She is, which means there’s a high possibility that her being a MIA could mean she is connected towards the killing spree we’ve been handling for the past days.”

“Unless she was alive.” Ruscov cut him off.

“And how sure you are that she’s dead either?” Reed raised his eyebrows at him. “Because if she is, similar to the other victims, Ella, Miranda and the others, we should of find her alongside with her live in partner, which we did not.”

“We do not know how the killer works, Reed.” Ruscov emphasize his point.

“You and your hunches again.” The latter rolled his eyes, before he suddenly realized something. “By the way, do you still remember that woman we’d paid a visit in Belize?”

“Who?” It was Ruscov’s turn to get intrigued. “I have so many things on mind, so don’t beat the bush, because there’s no doubt that I had forgotten her already.”

“That sucks.” Reed in a teasing tone chuckles. One glare from Ruscov and he raised both of his arms, defending himself from his wrath.

“Just spill the tea.” Annoyed, Ruscov eyed him.

“Well, you’ll be more surprise at what I found out.” Suddenly, a serious expression replaced his playfulness.

“Just say it.” Said Ruscov, who could feel the obvious shift of his mood.

“She is working from El Casa as well.” Reed look at him straight. “The only difference was—she’s alive, while the others are dead.”

That grab the latter’s attention.

“Don’t fall into any assumptions.” Ruscov warned him.

“I am not, but isn’t it weird to think that everything has been a coincidence only? Let’s set for an example, our first witness is connected to her, but she was taken and killed.” Reed gestured his hand as if to emphasize his point. “The next one is Ms. Laura, same as her, she was missing, her lover were killed, and they are working together in El Casa.”

“That doesn’t make her as our primary suspect, Reed—”

“She is.” Reed cut him off. “She could be, and look were risking life here, so it’s better for it to be this way than to—”

“You mean accusing her?”

“No—” Reed shook his head. “We are just going to put her in a roll and observe her from afar.”

“Just like before?” A strange smile curved on Ruscov’s lips. His idea reminds him of their assignment inside the academy.

“Just like before.”

Meanwhile, on the other hand, the oblivious Rio haven’t had any idea that she would be put into a predicament such as what Ruscov and Reed were planning. Her eyes are both shut closed. A soft snore bubbled from her throat as it indicates that she was currently on a deep slumber.

She was totally defenceless.

Bare, she lay there, her hair on top lay messily, but the glow of the sweat trickling on her skin made the male, who are fully dressed now couldn’t get a hold of how much she appeared mostly somebody, whom one couldn’t find existing. His eyes cast shadow. The blue coloured orbs fixated with desire he couldn’t fathom. But it’s been a long night for both of them. How they dwelled on each thirst and how the woman had agreed to be his private seductress ruptured through his chest and the tip of what he hid under his pants. The thought elicit exhilarating expression from him.

However, the spice turned grim. It became sour and grave.

“The private jet is ready, Sir.” Jacob, his own butler declared, when he appeared.

Midnight tore his eyes off from Rio, and face him.

“How long would it take for us to reach Nuevo León” His voice is deprived from any emotion as if the romance that he’s been put with were all just a show.

[Fun Fact: Nuevo León is a state in Mexico. The state of Nuevo León has a gross domestic product per capita (PPP) of $27,000. By 2010, the economy of the state represented approximately 11.4% of the country’s total GDP. Its economy is mainly export oriented and largely based on manufacturing. In line with this, the state has the lowest poverty rate among the Mexican states with a poverty rate of 23.2% in 2012 (Wordatlas, 2021)]

“About an hour, Sir.” Briefly, Jacob replied. Long before his eyes landed to Rio. “Should I dress—”

“Don’t look at her.” Midnight’s tone became dangerous. “Or I’ll gauge your eyes out, Jacob.”

“My apologies, Sir.” The old man apologetically bow his head. He do not seem afraid as if he’s been used to receiving threat from the latter.

“Prepare the jet, and inform Emilia to clean the playroom.” Midnight’s words is full of authority.

“As you wish, Sir.” Said Jacob, obediently.

He turned his back, not before his eyes reflect the look of sympathy for the unconscious woman as she was now entrapped towards the den of the monster he serve.

‘May the heavens be with you.’ He thought and leave.

@cycy