B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Seventy nine

(The residence of the late Martin Luther, two hours after Angel's arrival.)

Tok.dok..

“Sebentar.”

I heard the sound of a door opening from inside.

“There can I help?”

Couple cops. Men and women, standing at the door. One of the police officers showed her an identity card.

“We are police, there are some things we need to ask you madam Martin.”

“Alright, please come in.”

They entered and sat in the middle room, without further ado the two policemen immediately threw some questions.

“Did a girl come here? Medium-bodied with Asian-style face?” Ask the policewoman.

“Yes, a few hours ago a girl came. He sought the will of his late father.”

The two policemen looked at each other and coded each other, a code that only they could understand.

Of course they are not real cops but Abel and Faith are undercover.

“Can you tell me in detail?” abel said.

Mrs Martin told of Angel's arrival, telling her everything in detail without gaps.

“So? Did he manage to find the letter?”

“I don't know for sure, it was my daughter who helped him find the will. By the way, why did the girl become a fugitive?”

“To be honest we are not police, our duty is more than that.” Faith said it firmly and straightforwardly, Abel glared at Faith as if saying 'you don't interfere'.

“What my colleague said is true, we are not police. And that girl is ******* that may have killed your husband.” Abel pulled something out from behind his jacket.

“Oh, yes lord.” Madam Martin looked shocked, her eyes were teary and almost crying. “But, how is it possible? He is still a teenager.”

“maybe he looks like a dozen years old even though his age is much older than that.” Abel pulled out a gun from behind his jacket and played it carefully.

Grace peeked over the stairs, silent and trying not to make a sound.

“Where is your son?” Ask Abel

Mrs Martin felt uneasy, she tried to remain calm.

“She's out to go with her friends.”

“Thank God then, one last question. Did he mention his father's name?”

“Robert, he says his father's name is Robert.”

Abel smiled cynically, Faith did not understand what was in Abel's mind she just stared with a confused face. And...

“Jesus!!! You're crazy!!” Faith shouted while cleaning the bloodstains on her face.

“We must minimize the contamination from outsiders, it will be very dangerous if anyone knows that Angel is the son of Robert.”

“What do you mean?”

“We must hurry”

Abel came out first, Faith followed with a confused face.

Grace who witnessed her mother's murder can only be shocked while holding back tears, she as much as possible so as not to scream. After being convinced that the two assassins had left the house, he rushed downstairs crying hysterically.

In the car Abel and Faith argue.

“Hey, what are you hiding from me?” Shouting Faith.

“Robert, I've heard that name. He was a big-time mobster, arguably their group strength exceeded DarkRiver's even almost on par with the Yakuza. Although Yakuza remains the best.”

“You mean, Snow Dancer?”

“Quickly once.”

“Don't be silly, there are millions of residents who have the name Robert.”

“Martin Luther, the house we visited was his. The man had been a part of SnowDancer for almost twenty years, Robert trusted him deeply in financial and political matters. Although there are many rumors circulating that Martin Luther is a spy from Deathknell.”

“But that does not explain the reckless actions earlier.”

Abel remained silent without responding.

Drtts.

A call came from someone they didn't know.

“Hello.... Wha what?? Please forgive us, sir... Alright we'll be there soon.” Faith hung up the phone and stared intently at Abel who was driving.

“What's up?”

“Bos said, Angel has been caught. He was involved in a case of violence and recklessness on the street, currently he is at the police station.”

“What? Alright we'll be there.”

“No need.”

Abel stepped on the brakes suddenly making their bodies slightly pushed forward.

“Why?”

“Bos asks us to go straight back to San Francisco.”

“Sial!”