As Andy received the call from Mrs. Cody while out for a run, a sense of urgency washed over him. He swiftly made his way back to the hotel, his mind already turning towards the task at hand. After a quick shower, he dressed in a simple ensemble of denim jeans and a t-shirt, the attire practical yet unassuming.
Detective Davies arrived shortly thereafter, and they met in the hotel lobby. "Good morning," Davies greeted, his tone respectful as they exchanged pleasantries. "I was just coming up to call you," he added.
"Thanks, but I wanted to come down first for breakfast," Andy replied. "Have you had breakfast?"
Davies shook his head in response. "No," he admitted.
"Then let's head to the restaurant for something," he suggested, leading the way towards the hotel's dining area.
They settled in a booth, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air as they discussed their plans for the day, their conversation interspersed with moments of quiet contemplation. With their appetites sated, they left the hotel, Davies driving them to the site of the accident.
Arriving at the construction site, Andy wasted no time in documenting the scene, his camera capturing every detail with precision. He ascended the stairs in the elevator, his gaze sweeping over the area where the accident had occurred, searching for clues that might shed light on the circumstances surrounding John's fall.
After spending some time at the site, Andy and Davies departed, their departure timed perfectly with Mrs. Cody's call announcing her arrival in Silvervale. With urgency, Andy directed Davies to the cemetery where John was buried, knowing that Mrs. Cody would be waiting for them there.
Upon their arrival at the cemetery gate, Mrs. Cody stood poised and composed, her demeanor reflecting the weight of her grief. Andy introduced Detective Davies, but Mrs. Cody's response was a simple nod, her focus unwavering as she addressed Andy.
He gestured for her to follow, leading the way through the winding paths of the cemetery to the final resting place of her son. As they walked, Andy couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in Mrs. Cody's posture, a silent testament to the depth of her sorrow.
At last, they reached John's gravesite, the air heavy with the weight of their shared grief. Mrs. Cody stood silently before the headstone, her gaze fixed on the inscription that marked her son's final resting place.
John Johnson
1990-2023
Beloved Husband and Father.
Andy and Detective Davies stood respectfully nearby, their presence a silent show of support for Mrs. Cody in her moment of reflection.
Anderson approached Andy suggesting that she will call him when she has finished mourning, with a nod Andy left with Davies.
Andy and Davies embarked on their search for a new apartment. They explored various options, each with its own unique charm and appeal. From cozy lofts to modern high-rises, they toured several properties, carefully considering the pros and cons of each.
As they ventured from one apartment to another, they engaged in lively discussions, sharing their thoughts and preferences. Andy admired the sleek, contemporary design of one apartment, while Davies favored the spacious layout of another.
After a thorough search, they finally arrived at the last apartment on their list. Stepping inside, they were immediately struck by its serene ambiance and tasteful decor. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the inviting living space. "I want this one," Andy declared, his eyes alight with excitement.
With their decision made, Davies left to attend to other matters. Andy made a quick stop at the hotel to retrieve his belongings before checking out. Just as he was about to leave, ScarFace reached out to him. "Hello, Scar Face," Andy greeted him. ScarFace wasted no time in requesting a report. Andy paused for a moment "just tell them I'm investigating, and I accompanied Mrs. Cody to the cemetery" . After receiving instructions from Andy, Scarface assured him that he would handle the matter promptly.
Back at the chosen apartment, Andy admired its thoughtful furnishings and impeccable attention to detail. From the plush sofa to the elegant dining set, every piece seemed to reflect his taste and style. With everything in place, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he envisioned making this apartment his new home.
Mrs. Cody finished from the cemetery and instructed Anderson to call Andy and arrange a meeting at the Hotel. Anderson promptly dialed Andy's Number.
"Hello, Andy" he greeted over the phone. "Mrs. Cody would like to see you at the Golden Fives Hotel."
"Okay, I'll be there," Andy replied.
Mrs. Cody awaited Andy's arrival, her fingers drummed anxiously on the armrest of the chair, betraying her inner turmoil. Each passing moment seemed to weigh heavily on her, amplifying the tension in the room. Her eyes darted towards the door with a mixture of impatience and anticipation, silently urging Andy to hurry.
When Andy finally entered the suite, Mrs. Cody's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing him with a scrutinizing gaze. She noted the confidence in his stride and the composed demeanor that radiated from him. A faint flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes as she observed him, silently evaluating his character.
Andy greeted her respectfully, Mrs. Cody inclined her head in acknowledgment, her lips curving into a polite smile. Yet, behind the facade of civility, a shrewdness gleamed in her eyes, hinting at the sharp intellect that lay beneath the surface.
He took the seat opposite her, Mrs. Cody's posture remained rigid, her body language betraying a subtle sense of unease. She shifted in her chair imperceptibly, her fingers tracing the rim of the teacup with a nervous energy. "So, what did you find out about my son?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on the distance.
Andy began to relay his findings, Mrs. Cody's expression remained impassive, her features carefully schooled into a mask of composure. Yet, beneath the veneer calmness, a storm brewed within her, threatening to erupt at any moment.
The mention of her son's philanthropic endeavors elicited a faint glimmer of pride in Mrs. Cody's eyes, a fleeting moment of warmth amidst the cold facade. Yet, as Andy delved into the details of her son's family life, a shadow of sorrow clouded her features, casting a pall over her countenance.
Presenting several photographs of Ava and Aliana, "he had a wife and a daughter, an adorable one," he said, smiling.
Mrs. Cody's breath caught in her throat, her heart aching with a mixture of longing and regret. She reached out to touch the photograph of Ava, her granddaughter with trembling fingers, her touch gentle yet fraught with emotion.
"Maybe I can take her and raise her the way I couldn't raise John," her voice trembled with emotion, her words echoing with a sense of longing and remorse. Andy observed her silently, his expression softening with empathy as he witnessed her vulnerability.
"What about his properties, any information on that?" she demanded.
" Yeah, here is a copy of John's will and last testament," Andy said, handing the document to her.
A furrow of frustration creased her brow, her patience wearing thin. She collected the documents with urgency, her fingers flicking through the pages with desperation.
" What is all this she demanded," she stood up, "I have the best lawyer you know, I will contest this," Mrs. Cody's voice crackled with determination, her eyes ablaze with fierce resolve.
Andy listened intently, his own resolve unwavering in the face of her defiance.
Mrs. Cody paced about angrily, her movements swift and decisive.