The cold arms of death.
The creepy shadow of death.
Lurks around creepily in the corners
Looking for it's victims.
"Is this where she is hiding?" Ralph asked as Jack opened the car door.
"Yes sir. One of my guys tracked her to this building". Jack replied. They were at Diane's secret hideout.
A week ago Hashtag Seawood had met his unfortunate end at the Wesley's mansion after he had drank poison and the suspect for the old Don's murder was none other but Diane. Ralph trusted aid, who had disappeared from the mansion and the city.
