Damian Bush walked around Jeremy's apartment. He kneeled and examined the marks on the floor caused by someone who was beaten up on the ground. If they would have found it, this mystery might have been solved. Damian Bush rose and shook his head. It was never that easy. His men were putting the finishing touches on the apartment. Black carbon dusting powder lay everywhere in piles like magic sprinklers from our which in a way they were. They had taken the fingerprints for elimination.
Damian Bush was very confused as to who was the person who had to call him up in the evening telling him about the break-in at Jeremy's office.
And that to his personnel number.
And as if God heard his confusion, he heard a sound at the front door and the CIA agent Jordan Brooke walked into the room. After showing his ID card to the uniformed men outside and being added to the crime scene list, Damian assumed. Crime scene well it was one of a sort where the convict had already escaped.
"You are working very late, Mr. Brooke."
"And so are you." The CIA agent's gaze swept the area starting at the center and marching outward grid by grid.
"So is the director of the CIA just a little bit on your butt or some more are coming, to get this thing solved ?" Davis asked in a lighter note.
"Same as you Mr. Bush. In the Bureau you get double-cross if you solve the crime in the time of the Evening News." Brooke flashed a very rare smile, although it was as though his mouth did not know quite how to manage it because the effect came off as lopsided.
Damian wondered if the man did it on purpose to throw people off. Because he had a very weird feeling about that guy, Damian had discreetly checked out that Jordan Brooke's career at the Bureau was the first-rate in all the respect. He had been assigned to different kinds of different departments as a field officer throughout the country and had been transferred very frequently. Before he stopped taking transfers, he had done a brief stint in the military and completed college. Since that time Brooke had done nothing except make a positive impression on his superiors.
One curious thing Damian had found out about Brooke was that he had refused several promotions that would have taken him out of the field.
"Mind if I look around," Brooke asked Damian.
"Okay go ahead. Try not to touch anything that does not look like it's got a pound of paint dust on it. but how did you know that somebody got into Jeremy Matthew's office?"
"Are you forgetting that I am a CIA agent ,news like this spreads quite fast even we are looking for the killer and we want to go into the depth of it," he said very frankly.
Damian unwrapped a piece of gum and popped it in his mouth, solely chewing over both the agent's words were and the gum.
He somehow had a feeling that Jordan Brooke was the one who had made the call to him from an unknown number.
"Well looks like somebody did enter his office and looks like there was some kind of a fight between the two parties."
"well it looks like that and we are investigating it, so allow us to finish our work and you do yours." Damian said pointedly.
"Mr. Bush, we found something I think you might want to see it." One of the officers reported. He was carrying a file.
Damian took the file from him and looked at it. And Brooke came and stood beside him.
"Looks like a case file." Brooke said.
"We found it hidden under the shelves of law books. There are tax returns, bills and other papers in it too." Do you want us to get everything out."
"Jeremy was dealing with Logan Brown's case so it is normal to find his case file at his office but why did he hide it in here? Just check it once more officer." Damian instructed him and looked at the file curiously and went through it.
Brooke was eagerly looking inside it and Damian saw he looked very desperate, so he closed the file and instructed his men.
"Officers if everything is done we might as well return to the base as it's already late. We can investigate it further tomorrow."
"Mr. Bush you haven't told me what's inside the file?" Brooke reminded him.
Damian Bush looked at him with a smile and said. "Mr. Brooke, we will inform you about it tomorrow once we have studied it. So you can go home and relax."
"How can I relax when a killer is on the loose and Logan Brown has escaped," Brooke said it aloud.
"Mr. Brooke, you need not worry as I think we have got him. I will give you the details about it tomorrow. Now if you will excuse me. we all need to go home." Saying this Damian Bush rushed out followed by his subordinates.
Brooke had no choice but to follow him out. He had found nothing.
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Hudson, Callie, and Steffanie were sitting outside the ICU and waiting for the doctor to come out and tell them about the situation.
An hour back when Hudson had entered his aunt's study and heard what she was telling Callie. He was very alert and told her aunt not to say anything about it till they were in some safe place as he had already seen Brooke and Reynolds at the party and knew they were a pair of dangerous men. Although he was very curious to know what his aunt had to say. He did not want to Jeopardize his aunt's life. As if God was listening to their prayers they got a call from the hospital telling them that Wanda had suddenly become restless and was breathing heavily.
After informing her husband about it Steffanie drove towards the hospital with them.
While Jackson stayed back to entertain his guests but he was very worried about Steffanie's safety and sent two bodyguards behind her.
"Mrs. Harris, your sister's condition is stable now but we have kept her under observation for twenty-four hours so you can relax." The doctor informed her.
"Steffanie thanked him and looked inside the ICU through the glass window and saw how fragile she looked lying on the hospital bed.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Hudson came and hugged her from behind and she stayed in his arms for a few minutes.
Then she went and sat down beside Callie and held her hand.
No one said anything for sometime.