Roderick carried the body of his big friend with difficulty to his room. What a fool of his friend, making love to the main witness of the death of his big client. Shortly after Jacob told him what he had done yesterday, he had drunk the vodka in his refrigerator and was now drunk, unconscious.
After placing Jacob on the bed, Roderick walked out of the room and looked for his cell phone. Starting from the Greg case, then the complexity increases with Margy's presence. Everything becomes a nightmare when Allison intervened by hiding Margy.
"What a joke !!" Roderick sighed before dialing the number of one of his cousins who worked as intel. "Joe .. It's me!" He said stiffly, "I need your help, Margareth Enja Dennise or Margy, 24, shoulder-length brown hair. Last seen yesterday. Please hurry Joe."
"Okie..Dokie .." cousin Roderick replied in a flat tone. The telephone connection was cut off afterwards.
At 9 o'clock that night, San Jose was in the rain and Jacob woke up and had a bad hangover, he screamed while still lying on Roderick's bed and holding his aching head.
"Roderick !! Give me an aspirin !!" Jacob screamed hoarsely in pain. Jacob was not a drunkard, in fact his whole life he could be counted on one hand he was drunk on drink. He is a man with a great career, the difficulties of life have never made him give up. It is proven that he has succeeded thanks to his extraordinary work and struggles in the past.
"Yea .. Yeah ..," came a relaxed answer from outside the room, Roderick soon came with two aspirin and a glass of water. He asked his friend to take the two tablets at once.
"At least ... You got the lesson man !! Don't get drunk after you screwed up the key witness of your case!" he scoffed and moved out of Jacob's reach. Jacob just snorted in annoyance, and lay back down, massaging his still aching head.
"Joe, my cousin who works at Intel has been investigating Margy. Joe is tracking Margareth and Allison's names, all over the place. There was a flight to JFK on behalf of Allison Ford, yesterday at 4:00 p.m. and Joe recorded Allison Ford owned several Apartments in New York, but after he yesterday hacked the CCTV of each apartment owned by Allison, your answer is at Sessanta Apartement, 3rd Avenue not far from Lincoln Center, "explained Roderick long while Jacob tried to digest every word his friend said.
Roderick has always been his partner since college, he can fill Jacob's flaws well - even though it would be hard to find the shortcomings of a Jacob Tomàs Reyes. Jacob and Roderick created a law firm after both of them graduated from their law degrees at the same time. Jacob laughed and opened his eyes, he gave Roderick a mocking look.
"Would Allison be that stupid?" Jacob asked raising his eyebrows.
"I think she's stupid?" Roderick replied and laughed, "we'd better fly to JFK and head to Sessanta - Margy would be so happy to meet you Jack".
"Don't call me that !!" Jacob shouted and glared at Roderick. While the man dressed casually in front of him just laughed. Call Jack, sounded childish and reminded him of a gloomy childhood. Jacob is known only as Jacob. After Jacob felt the pain in his head subside, he booked tickets for the two of them to fly to New York.
The two men walked side by side towards the exit of a typical peaceful San Jose house. Just before they reached the door, Jacob's cell phone rang loudly and automatically made the two of them stop and look at each other. Nobody knows their private numbers except insiders, and only for matters of urgent - life and death.
"Speak !!" Jacob said quickly as he pressed the green icon on his cellphone.
"I've got emailed, copies, of Mr. Richardson's autopsy, sir," replied Mandy, secretary of Jacob of the R&J Law Firm. Beautiful and smart Mandy. Several times Roderick teased the girl but was always rejected. Mandy has a special interest in Jacob, which until now the Asian-blooded man is not aware of.
"Thanks," he answered simply and hung up on the call.
"Greg's autopsy was in my email," Jacob explained and turned to the living room sofa and checked email on his smartphone.
"What is it?" Roderick asked and sat down beside Jacob.
"Ammonia- ammonia gas, and before he was drunk." Jacob closed the email page from his cell phone and looked at Roderick with a frown.
"Margy is your answer," Roderick said quickly. He immediately suspected the woman with the key witness status.
"That woman doesn't know anything about this," Jacob explained, still thinking since earlier. She was too intoxicated by Greg to think that cruelty. Margy looked devastated and shocked at that time, was she just acting?
"You'll never know the power of love! It can be gruesome and evil, sometimes," Roderick explained, his eyebrows raised to provoke an answer from Jacob. He still strongly thought that Margy was the culprit.
"Bah ..." Jacob chuckled derisively, "YOU ...! Advising me ...? About love?"
"You said yourself, Margaret is a snake woman - what really happened?" Roderick snapped, annoyed with his best friend who always said riddles.
"Hmm ... before Greg came to the apartment, Margy traveled to Walmart since morning. In the morning, before she left - there was no problem with the bathroom, because Margy used it, and she survived," Jacob explained with his eyes. dreamy. The information was obtained after making Margy a little drunk.
"Then ... How the bathroom, can be filled with ammonia gas?" Ask Roderick to think optimally about the origin of this gas.
"The apartment management checked that there was nothing wrong with the pipes or drains there, the ammonia did not come from any pipes or drains that were centralized in the apartment." Jacob sighed tired again.
It was a really tough day for him, "somebody put the gas on while Margy was shopping in the morning, and that person knew - Greg's coming that afternoon."
"Oh ... God !! We are Jacob's lawyers ... I just realized, why do you have such a hobby of acting as detectives? Our job is only to defend the Richardson family to sue the person behind Greg's death, and we just have to wait for the results of the police investigation. " Roderick stood up and walked to the refrigerator, the vodka had been drunk down by the annoying adonis man, the idol of women. Then he should drink whatever to calm his mind.
"Margy ..?" Jacob daydream and said the woman's name, he realized from his reverie, "that woman ... he must be in my protection in this case ... You're right, she is my answer. For God's sake I'll get her!" Jacob said then stood up and walked quickly out of the house. Suddenly he realized something. He thought too fast and could not be caught up by Roderick, who even had the same educational background as him.
"Where to?" Asked Roderick following Jacob who was already sitting in the steering seat of an antique Ford car belonging to Roderick's parents that was inherited for him.
"Airport ... Of course, the destination of JFK - Sessanta Apartment, New York City," he replied, smiling sarcastically at Roderick and putting on his seatbelt.