Bad Boy Agents

Failure to two

A Shaka was still flabbergasted by the number of shoes Dion had. "Damn! Where do I start?" the tall man grumbled.

There is no choice but to start now, because Shaka's time is not much. He took out some tools from his bag and placed them on a glass table displaying all the expensive and classy accessories Dion had. Ranging from branded watches with limited stock to bracelets and buckles.

The second son of the Santoso family was indeed raised with abundant wealth and easy to get. There is nothing wrong with her parents. It's just that, it's so used to Dion to get everything easily and underestimate the little things around him.

After putting on special gloves, Shaka started checking the shoes one by one. Starting from photographing the bottom soles and then intact along with the shoe brand. There were about forty-seven pictures that Shaka took and left him quite exhausted.

Finished with the shoes, Shaka closed the walk in closet neatly and very carefully. He also photographed the surroundings of the dion's room from various angles. The necessary evidence material he had obtained, it was time to make sure that all these checks supported Shaka's initial conclusion.

Shaka's belongings were immediately cleared. No one should be left behind and leave even the slightest trace.

Shaka's attention is distracted when a message notification comes into Shaka's phone. “Shaka where are you? How long? Lo stray ya?” so the message he received from Indah.

"Damn it, I forgot that there was someone waiting for me," Shaka grumbled that he started typing a message to reply to Indah. 

“Iya, wait for me.” So did Shaka's reply. He immediately walked out of Dion's room and closed the door slowly.

“Lo where the hell?” Beautiful starting to be impatient. Shaka immediately went down, slightly running down the stairs until he reached the first floor.

A reply message sent by Sakha along with a photo of the painting on the first floor, “Gue fascinated by this same, until forgot the return way.” The man reasoned.

“Oh gosh, hahaha.. kirain lo where.” Lovely to reply again.

The girl immediately approached Shaka and stood beside the man. Looked at the painting of a woman who was crying with her face trying to look tough. In his hand he clasped a white rose with many sharp thorns surrounding him. So many thorns, the girl's hand until it bleeds. His blood was clearly drawn in the painting.

“So this thing you're looking for again?” beautiful Tanya suddenly. He thought it was because of this painting Shaka forced him into Dion's house. It answered her curiosity Beautiful when Shaka said there was something she had to see in Dion's house.

“Hem,” only that Shaka said which is interpreted ‘iya’ by Indah. The universe was so kind to Shaka that it helped him through a painting of this woman.

“Can I return now?” pinta Shaka later.

“Boleh, I have also been waiting for my friends who want to come home.”

“Okey,” without turning Beautiful, Shaka passed away just like that, leaving the painting, passing Beautiful with his flat expression. Lovely looked at the man and gave him a line of smiles, but it seemed Shaka chose to ignore him.

After returning from Dion's house, Shaka shuts himself in the basement. He had a lot of things to check, from Dion's fingerprints, Dion's DNA, to the soles of shoes he took from some of the shoes Dion had. A chart was prepared by Shaka to record what he found today following the results of the test of compatibility with the evidence.

Two large white boards attached to the wall are now Shaka's only close friends. On that white page Shaka wrote a lot of things. Starting from Dion's full identity to the evidence examined. Repeatedly calls and messages came into his phone, but he just ignored them. For him it is more important to draw a common thread on the findings he got today, because the time is not much.

One page of white board has been filled by Shaka's writing. Some important things he circled with red markers. Dion's DNA already exists, but does not match the fingernails and blood he found, at this point Shaka gives a red cross.

Dion's fingerprints are scanned, but they don't match any fingerprints. Again, the red cross became the symbol he gave this evidence.

Then the last is the shoe sole motif. Of the dozens of sol images he was looking for, none of which he found a match. Shaka crossed that result with anger.

He was very disappointed with his results today. Though previously he was very sure that all the evidence he collected would lead Shaka to valid evidence that confirms that Dion was the perpetrator of the murder of Rasya but why did the man not leave a trace?

Can a high school student ever do that to hide his tracks? Why is it that only the death message is Shaka's clue?

Upset at not producing anything, Shaka's body drooped weakly leaning against the wall. He stared at the nanar two white boards that were full of black and red writing and arrows. He was frustrated because the result was not what he expected. His fingers tugged at the hair that began to frown as a form of impingement.

“Why didn't everyone find an estuary?” inner Shaka, stared at the two white boards that had no meaning to it. The image of Rasya's face is drawn there and increasingly sinking in uncertainty.

All he could do now was bow down lethargic while looking at the screen of his cell phone he had placed near his feet. Gayatri's name appears as one of the people who typed the message in the study group. Shaka idly opened the message, there have been dozens of chats received since ten minutes ago.

“We nugas when?” the question was from Rosi.

“Sore how is it?” david Timpal.

“Aya can not?” Rosi asked Gayatri.

“Ayok,” is just one word that's the answer.

“Shaka can?” this time Shaka was asked.

In the next minute Shaka had not given an answer, until now it was the same.

“Shaka is still dating. Home address tonight anyway, 🫠🫠” Rosi added some emoticons with lazy expression.

”Iya. Tomorrow, take a holiday. Where to gather?” David gave me an idea.

"At the parlor? Here the atmosphere is calm and there is a big slide," Rosi's offer is absurd.

“Ayok, but do not be early in the morning,” Gayatri quickly reply.

“Okey, kind of a pity if so. Share loc dong address,” David back chimed. Not long ago Rosi sent the address of the home where she lived.

Shaka did not read the next message. He focused only on Gayatri's message.

“Ayok, but not early in the morning.” Shaka muttered that sentence. His brain suddenly thought seriously because of that one sentence. He thought about what Gayatri would do in the morning?

Shaka smiled a little once, then chuckled until his body trembled with his own laughter. He knew what Gayatri was going to do.

"We should meet, Aya," muttered the man who continued his laughter.

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