He was continuing to listen, as he had yet to know who was behind these murders. He needed that information if he was to determine a connection between these murders.
"I wonder if it's political or business. These are the two main reasons for murders to happen. Revenge doesn't seem like the case here, as there is no anger which I could sense from the scene. The only thing I could sense was a well thought out plan, and execution", he began to rub his chin.
"So, Jack. Seems like you haven't left yet. I was wondering where you might have gone when the Forensics were still at it here", came a sweet voice from behind, and a soft hand was placed on his shoulder.
Jack didn't turn around and just got up from his seat, walking straight to the bar again. He picked up the shaker and looked at the woman who walked behind him.
"And may I know what this lovely lady might like to have?", he said with a smile playing on his lips, and the woman giggled slightly. She let her hair out, which she had tied into a bun, and smiled back at him.
"I would love a Mojito", she said and looked at him in wonder.
"My Savior. Just how much do you not remember from the past? You saved me from certain death that day, and in turn, lost your memories. And I am the only person who knows who you truly are", she thought as she watched him make a Mojito for her.
He began to pour in the White Rum, some simple syrup, and lime juice. He then tossed in three mint leaves and picked up a glass. Cutting a thin slice of lime and placing it aside, he mixed up some salt and chili powder together, and then placed the rim of the glass, making it stick to the rim.
The slice of lemon was then cut with a slit, and it was inserted on one side of the glass, and then he poured the Mojito into it.
"Here you go, Sarah. One Mojito right up", he said as he placed the glass in front of her. She was amused at him and his skills and smiled as she received it.
"Thank you", she said and took a sip of the Mojito.
The sour taste of the lime and the tanginess of the spice that was on the rim made a dance on her tongue. A smile crept on her lips, as a certain night flashed in her mind. That night was very special to her, as instead of being sent to the grave, she was sitting in front of the person who saved her.
"So, who is it that is behind?", came the voice from his earpiece, signaling that they were talking about something important. The part he was waiting for had come, and he was intrigued by the answer.
"I thyself heal mom", she said in a low voice. Jack was confused when he heard the answer. He was expecting a solid name, but what he got was some gibberish and Shakespearean to him.
"Thyself? Who uses these words still?", he thought as he looked around, and decided it was time for him to wrap it up here and go to his target, whom he should be protecting.
"If that guy is the next target, I am sure the killer would somehow have to come past me to get to him. I will make sure to nab this guy in no time", he smirked as he left the club, and twisted the keys in the ignition, roaring the engine into life.
He began to look into who his target is, and who he should be protecting.
"Henry Winchester. 35 years old. A former MMA fighter, who is now the right-hand man of the Congress Leader, Joe Kennington. If he is a target that could potentially be taken out, then what would his connection be with the other two?", he began to ponder as he drove down to the address that was on his GPS.
"Three people, who seemingly have no interaction with each other whatsoever, but still are murdered. I just can't piece this one", he thought as he ran a red light, triggering a cop car which began to follow behind him.
"Not this. I have a target to protect! I forgot about the siren which would have helped me in times like these", he scoffed as he slowed his car down to the sides, and rolled down his windows.
A policeman came towards the car and he was about to knock on the window when the face startled him.
"Jack? Is that you?", he asked with a shocked voice. Jack quickly turned his head towards the person who called out his name, and the same shock was evident on his face. And along with shock, there was a small sense of relief as he knew he could talk it out.
"My buddy Steven. Long time no see", he smiled back at him and checked his watch to see the time.
Steven was a tall man and had a muscular body that had quite the tan. The tattoo on his right bicep ran down to his forearm, and he flexed his muscles as he ran his hand through his lustrous blonde hair. His dark green eyes shone with excitement as he saw Jack, and he was about to do a salute when Jack stopped him.
"We're both detectives now", he reminded him and Steven stopped his hand midway, as a sad expression took over his face. Jack was dejected to see his buddy like that, and he was running on a tight schedule.
"Although I would love to catch up, I have a case that I'm tending to, and I want to finish this up as quick as I can. It's just that the whole ordeal needs me to be quick", he said and got back into the car, and he heard a slam on the other side.
"What are you waiting for then? Let's go!", exclaimed Steven as he looked at the road ahead, and Jack smiled slightly. He began to give him a slight conversation to keep the journey ahead from getting dull, so he began with a question.
"Why did you get dejected right after I brought up that we both were detectives now?", he asked the question that irked him. He saw the distinct sad expression on his face, and he didn't know what went wrong.
"Let me tell you a tale, of how the best undercover detective became the worst, all because of his pride to save a certain someone", he said as he began his tale.
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