Thirty-five..

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( Flashback)...

He paid the woman that just sold him a box of chocolate before heading back to the car. Darius sighed when he heard the music of his ring tone.

This is what he gets for closing early from work.

"Yes, lieutenant Gabriel? What is it?"

"Well, we just found out that Phillip hadn't visited his gambling site for a two months, what do you think?"

"Well shouldn't that be because he had no money?"

"From what we have here, he still had enough points yet he didn't access the account that's something unfamiliar with gamblers, don't you think?"

"Relax a bit, surely we'll look well into it when I come into the office tomorrow, i-" he was cut short by a hard force. The man literally had a face cap on, his thick jacket protecting him from cold as his hands were stuck into pocket.

Worst of all, the man didn't even stop to say sorry.