The Final Lie

Hyence Corner, 22 Hyence Road, northwest corner of the intersection of Hyence Road and Floral Drive, South Everleason, 10:01 AM

Inside the homeless shelter Luke Ferrow was waiting inside when a customer, not Dan or Edwin, entered Hyence Corner. Luke was a 167cm tall man with black hair with some of it upturned like spikes. He wore a FORMAL uniform with a FORMAL badge with the number 155678 on it.

"Charles Daylin, it's nice to see you again." Luke remarked to the 32-year-old customer. Charles was a rich guy with a top hat and a black suit and a white suit shirt and a silver tie, his hair was dark brown, and his eyes were grass green, he wore light blue jeans and had silver shoes with a gold line across the middle of said shoes.

"Yes, I would like to provide another working opportunity for one of your residents." Charles relayed.

"That's what we're here for." Luke added with a smile. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll bring down those who both have the skills and are willing to work."

Charlie laughed. "I know you're following a script, but you know I already know how the homeless shelters work around here."

"So, what do you need today?"

"I need a plumber; I gave a room to the manservant your establishment has provided me. He was so happy that he wanted to offer me rent, but of course I said no because I'd be paid by my own money. I don't have any other rooms, but let it be known that I will need the guy for a few days as my poorer neighbours also have clogged drains."

"Okay, just go down the hall and I'll bring down those with plumbing on their skill cards." Luke relayed. Charlie walked down the hall and as he did Dan and Edwin entered the building and waited at the counter.

"Oh, hello doctor, and captain Orange, I'm with a customer now, would you mind waiting?" Luke asked the pair.

"By all means, deal with Charlie first." Dan relied.

Luke laughed. "I didn't think that rich gentleman with the heart of gold's car was that recognisable, now if you don't mind." He spoke.

A few minutes later Charlie left with one of the homeless shelter residents, a 166cm tall female wearing a clean plumber's outfit with a fresh set of tools on a brand-new belt.

"That was Helana Ordox, I can't believe she still doesn't have a home having 5/5 blue bars filled out for her plumber skill on her skill card." Edwin added.

"Not all of us can be lucky, unfortunately, but I do agree, she should have enough money to get a decent place, but maybe she just likes it better here, she pays for meals here." Luke relayed. "Anyway, what did you two want?"

"We wanted to speak with Brian Ravage." Edwin added.

"I thought Philip Underberg already spoke with him." Luke added.

"He did, but he's one of the night officers, and since Brian was probably tired at the time there may things that he may not have mentioned." Edwin explained.

"Is that disrespectful to Philip?" Luke added.

"I was just saying that talking to him directly is difficult and to me it's seeing people's eyes that help sell their stories, that's why I want to speak to Mr Ravage."

"Alright captain Orange, I'll see if he's awake and willing to talk." Luke then went upstairs to the living quarters.

A few minutes later Luke returned followed by Brian. Brain was wearing a blue suit and a lovely red shirt with a golden orb on it, he was wearing a clean set of dark woolly pants.

"Hello, I am Brian, and you must be the eminent Daniel Smith." Brian announced.

"What gave it away? My hat? My teal jacket? Or my badge on the side of my belt?" Dan asked.

"Your face is well known by now, Dr Smith." Brian announced.

"Anyway, Mr Ravage, are you okay?" Edwin asked.

"I am still a bit shaken, I'm glad Hyence corner has a wide array of clothes that fit people of my stature."

"Do you recall what you saw that day?" Dan asked.

"I remember a black car with graffiti from Bremile, the car was so dark that I don't think the camera at that location caught it." Brian relayed.

"I knew it!" Edwin interjected. "Just as I theorised, did you catch the licence plate?"

"No, it was boarded up with a piece of wood that was painted black, at least that's what I imagined that the thing blocking the licence plate to be." Brian relayed.

"What about the officer who pointed you toward the crime scene? It is our belief that he or she was the one responsible for killing Mr Marlow." Dan relayed.

"He was between 160 and 170cm tall, maybe taller, his chest was chiselled, and his arms were strong, and I didn't see his face or eyes, he was wearing sunglasses and a handkerchief or mask over his face, and he spoke like he had a sore throat, but that's all I know." Brian added.

"Well, I know it can't be you Dan, you're too innocent and well, not to insult your build, but you don't have a six pack or muscled arms, you try to stay healthy and not dehydrate yourself to make a six pack or muscled arms appear. Plus, your car is red." Edwin added.

"Your vehicle has five different colours, and your badge number is already in the top 5000, so if you were the killer, we'd have to reset the statistics of how long it been since someone from CORE got such a high number." Dan joked.

"Well gentleman, I'm going to get my skill card and see if anyone needs my help. I can't believe my last job had me out so late last night." Brian relayed.

"Would you like a lift anywhere? I must drop off captain Orange at the station, so if you like to be dropped off along the way, that can be arranged." Daniel added.

"No thanks, I have a transit card and my brother works for a taxi company, so I get half off when I ride with him. I'll be fine." Brian relayed.

Both Dan and Edwin nodded just as a female entered the building and sat on one of the chairs by the entry. Dan and Edwin left, and Brian spoke to the new customer about his skills and in the corner of his eyes he could see Luke receive a copy of his skill card.

"You know Dan, it has been fun working along your side today." Edwin announced as Dan unlocked the driver's side door.

"I am truly sorry that I cannot bring you along to Bremile with me, but my car is like a child of mine, I can't let anyone hurt it. If I take you with me, I fear that my car will get tagged." Dan relayed as he entered the car and Edwin followed suit.

"Oh, and I suppose what happened during your investigation into the stolen emerald was an exception." Edwin joked.

"Don't remind me, past Dan was quite the strange man." Dan added in a joking tone.

So, Daniel drove Edwin back to the police department to drop him off.

#

Everleason Police Department, 11:00 AM

Dan and Edwin arrived, and they exited the car. Bill also drove into the lot and parked nearby, his black car with a new license plate arrived. The exterior looked like new, but the interior was still a pigsty like usual.

Edwin whistled at the vehicle as Bill exited his car, he was entering some things into his phone as notes. "Wow, it sure looks nice." Edwin relayed in an appreciatory tone.

"How could you handle the stench of all of the rubbish in the rear?" Dan added.

Bill swiped on his phone. "Don't judge me Dan, I'll report you to HR for trying to make me feel unhappy, I'll take care of it when I can. As for you Edwin, shouldn't you be using your time putting your nose to the grindstone solving the murder of Vincent Marlow instead of spending it admiring my car?" He added in frustration.

"You should be nicer." Dan added.

Bill scoffed. "Was the guy who killed Vincent nice? Was the victim in the last case we worked together nice? Was the Simon George fake nice? No! Criminals aren't nice, why should I be?" He relayed. "I've been listening to everything that has been transpiring and it's really getting on my nerves that you believe that one of us is the killer, that EPD uniform the witness saw and the FORMAL badge could have come from anywhere. You've been nice to the suspects, so they relaxed, making easier to believe their lies."

"Look Bill," Edwin added. "You need to reign in that attitude; besides we have recorded evidence of the killer entering and leaving the alleyway several times to presumably set up each of the heads of the Everleason mafias."

"You have not even considered that one of them hired another person to do their dirty work? Or perhaps one of them wore a disguise? I'm trying my best as well to unravel whatever conspiracy appears to be going on here, but all I know is that this can't be the work of just one person. It is way to convoluted." Bill relayed.

"That may not be true," Dan added. "I recall a recent one of my cases involved a train derailing and guess what? It was all the work of one person. Are you saying that her plan was not just as convoluted as what our mysterious murderer has done?"

"Dan has a point, let's not eliminate the plausibility that the killer planned it all and worked alone. So, what if that the level of convolution is high enough to cause a great amount of deniability, the fragment that is left where it may be true may turn out to be bigger than we first thought." Edwin explained.

"Whatever, I'll be in my office. Don't talk to me unless my parents are dying." Bill relayed and headed inside.

Dan and Edwin sighed.

"Who even hired that jerk." Dan relayed.

"Hey, don't say that with both our microphones on, he might report you to HR, you wouldn't want a black mark on your record. I'm afraid I must take the blame for this. I've always known him to be a hothead, but he's a very proficient cop. Until you arrived on the force, he was the one who caught criminals the fastest, but unlike with you, the culprits seemed unhappy, less happy than when you find your man or woman, almost like they had been sold out." Edwin explained.

"Shall we head in?" Dan asked.

"Weren't you going to head into Bremile?" Edwin asked.

"Later, I haven't had my break yet today." Daniel relayed.

"Oh yeah. I suppose interviewing Ian Barmin will just have to wait." Edwin relayed. They entered the police station. Edwin went to his office and Daniel went to the cafeteria to eat.

#

Bremile-Yesterville border, Yesterville side, 1:00 PM

Daniel was driving by his lonesome. This felt to him as empty, it was strange to be working alone. Sure, he's done some investigating by himself, but he knew that he was being watched by the cohort that worked beside him even when they were far apart. The interior of Bremile will knock out his main means of communicating with the outside. Fortunately he brought along an analogue tape recorder that would resist the magic or power or tech that prevented his FORMAL camera and microphone from working within its boundary.

Daniel drove his car up to the black toll both with a red and black boom gate instead of the general colour of tool booth boom gates across Earth and Rhombodian.

The sky was dark and stormy. Thunder banged in the distance despite the clouds being more black than an African in the Kenya region. It was unsettling. Dan alone with a stormy sky above him. It was enough to cause him just a bit of fear, but he pushed on, he wasn't going to let a little rain soil his investigation.

"I know you." Tyrell Ethios stated in a medium-tone voice. He was the attendee of the toll booth that afternoon. He was 188cm tall, he was wearing a yellow and green rain jacket with high visibility strips along its arms and around the midsection which itself was parted by a zipper which was fully zipped down, allowing Dan to see the white thin shirt covered in a bit or sweat from the heat earlier that day. The shirt didn't cover his belly to well, his bellybutton, an outie on a body that couldn't have weighed more than 100Kg surrounded by small blonde hairs that were swirled, as if Tyrell was aware of the fact that his shirt had issue with covering his midsection well, so he cleaned up the hairs to make them neat. He was wearing light grey jeans that also had high visibility strips and dark yellow work boots on his feet. He had blonde hair that was almost completely covered by his teal rain cap, and even though it was dark his eyes shone like neon in a brilliant blue. "You're Daniel Smith. I haven't seen you since your birthday last year."

"Sorry for not keeping touch Tyrell, but I've been busy with police work." Daniel relayed.

"Hey, no problem. What can I do for you today?" Tyrell asked.

"Firstly, I would like entry into Bremile." Daniel requested.

"Well, since you're a well known face around here, that'll be no charge for you." Tyrell added and lifted the gate, and he passed Dan a yellow sticker. "This will prevent the Barmins from tagging your vehicle, but we can't promise that a citizen won't place their mark on your car."

"I'm disappointed, last time it was a green sticker." Dan added.

"You weren't a cop last time." Tyrell added. "Sorry if that hurts your feelings, I should be giving you a red, like all other police who dare enter, but since it's you, I'm making an exception."

"That's fare, and did Vincent Marlow get an exception?" Dan added.

"Well, of course he did. He helped us spread happiness, its too bad what occurred to him in the papers. Why did the police leak so much information to the press anyway? I usually don't get to see so much detail until after the criminal's cases are served in the courtroom."

"We do have a reason for that, regardless, I have a second request also." Dan added.

"Oh yeah, you did say 'firstly' after all, what is your other request or requests?"

"My second request, and hopefully the last one I'll be asking you of today, is that you show me the logs of all vehicles that passed through any of the checkpoints littered around the border of Bremile between 12:00 AM on February 6th and 12:00 AM today."

"Ah yes, and the watch on your right wrist is associated with your badge number?"

"Yes, and my phone number as well." Dan added.

"Well it's much easier and quicker to input 9797 into the computer than your mobile number." Tyrell joked and typed into his keyboard.

Soon Daniel's watch buzzed with a notification, it was the documentation that he had requested. Dan did a quick perusal of the information and spotted the licence plate of Vincent Marlow's car entering at 10:00 PM, and ten minutes later the licence plate that belonged to Julian Kinous also appeared on the documentation. Daniel's face scrunched up into a noticeable face of confusion.

Tyrell had seen this face before. "What's the matter Dan?"

"I feel like there's a contradiction here..." Dan relayed.

Tyrell shrugged. "If there is, I don't see it." He added as he skimmed quickly through the same logs he sent to Dan just a few seconds prior.

"I'm sure whatever the issue is, it will come to me when I least expect it." Daniel added.

"Well, if there's nothing else, then you may proceed."

Dan looked behind him to see that a small line had appeared while he was having his conversation with Tyrell. "Right, I can't hold this line up forever, I'll see you again when I leave, that is if you aren't on a lunch break or ended your shift by the time I return." Dan then drove through.

"See you later!" Tyrell exclaimed after him whilst Dan made his way passed the toll booth.

#

233 Stail Road, Bremile, Cascoss, 1:22PM

When looking from space, the Barmin apartment complex, the building at the address mentioned as well as the home base of the Bremile mafia, one would say it had an m shape. Which you know could also be a 3 shape, an E shape or even a w shape, depending on how you rotate the satellite image of the facility.

Daniel passed a line-up of several cars as he headed toward the entrance to the parking lot. Each of them had a green sticker plastered on the rear side of the windshields of each of them, and it gave Daniel a feeling of nostalgia. He remembered a time when he drove down this same road with a green sticker and with Elizabeth by his side.

Daniel had never been to Bremile all by himself. The stormy clouds did not make it any easier on him. He soon turned left into the only road you could use to access the parking lot.

Daniel could see many vehicles, all of which had green stickers upon them.

Daniel parked in a spot that was in the halfway row of the lot, and walked 125 meters to the building's entry, located at the middle line of the m shape.

Toby Redline, 32-year-old, 175cm tall doorman with red hair and brilliant blue eyes, a long beard and a fancy moustache. He wore a monocle. He wore a royal blue suit jacket and in its left breast pocket was a off-white handkerchief with the insignia of the Barmin family clearly visible on its corner. Under the suit jacket was a white and sky blue striped suit shirt and he wore a orange tie with the image of an apple upon it. He wore khaki pants with a duty belt that included both a taser and a tranquilizer dart gun. However it was small for the holster meaning that he used to own a legitimate and lethal arm. All of these features were of course dulled due to the nasty weather overhead.

"Dr D S Smith, I haven't seen you since April last year." Toby stated with a dark voice. "How have you been."

"I've been better since Eliza awoke." Daniel relayed.

Toby nodded. "I heard triple E has made a recovery, I'm glad. Her work for the community is something we missed."

"I know, I missed that too, and I see that you exchanged your sidearm for something that isn't lethal with one shot." Dan added.

"Well, death doesn't solve much anyway. Gun battles were getting out of hand. But Vincent taught us not to be aggressors. I miss him so much man, the pain in my heart at his name is unspeakable." Toby sobbed.

"I'm upset too. We were close as well, it just angers me so much that someone would destroy such an innocent soul. Don't worry, I swear that I will find Vincent's killer." Dan relayed.

"So, since you came down to Bremile, I suppose you wanted to see Ian?"

"That's right, is he here right now?"

Toby nodded. "He was expecting a policeman to come by, he feared it would be Bill, or even David. Edwin would have been a bit more acceptable than both of them, but other than Damien, you are the nicest of the bunch."

"What's this about Damien? Is he nicer than I?" Dan joked.

"No, he's just too scared to be mean."

"Anyway, would you bring him down please?"

"Yeah, I have a feeling that Ian wanted to show you something anyway." Toby relayed and he went into the building. He returned 10 minutes later followed by a man who was fat and 166cm tall, his head was balding and his skin was tan. He wore a bronze and gold stripped jacket which was embroidered with a Barmin family insignia on its left side and a diamond patterned yellow shirt. He wore emerald rings on each of his fingers on his left hand and three emerald rings on his right hand, his middle finger on his right hand had a different ring from the other three on that hand. The ring was purple with the image of a brain upon it. This was a 'Gurashian's knowledge' ring which contained a fragment of a class 11 soul. With it and permission from someone of Gurashian's bloodline, you could obtain knowledge which can't be obtained through normal means, or even obtain knowledge without the proper tools. The man also wore black jeans with a belt that contained the same things that Daniel noticed about Toby's belt.

"Sullivan, it's good to see you." Ian relayed with a voice of a heavy smoker.

"Same for you Michael." Daniel relayed.

"Sullivan? Michael?" Toby stated in confusion.

"Oh, Dan and I have this thing where we refer to each other by our middle names." Ian explained.

"Ah, so that's what the S in D S Smith stands for." Toby added pointing to Dan's famous hat.

"Sullivan, you should remove that, it looks like it's about to rain, like it did last night." Ian forewarned.

"Yes, I'm weary of that. I'm guessing that you were the first to discover the scene at the location the murder actually occurred, and you wish to take me there." Dan relayed.

"Nothing ever gets past you, now does it Sullivan. Come to my car, it's been a year, I hope you can still remember what it looks like." Ian added.

"I was able to remember the middle name thing, Michael, I don't think I would forget what your emerald-coloured car looks like."

Ian frowned. "Ah, you saw it as you approached."

Dan laughed and they both went to Ian's emerald coloured Ford Focus. Dan and Ian went inside the vehicle with Ian behind the steering wheel.

"So, this is just a guess, but you've spoken with Mr Crysis and Mrs Lupain already, haven't you?" Ian asked.

"Yes, and you didn't ask about Eliza as you already know that she and I are husband and wife." Dan confirmed.

Ian nodded. "Which means you know what they saw, and the only thing that is missing is the true scene of the crime."

"I see that the purple ring on your hand is quite powerful." Dan relayed. "Either that or there's something more sinister going on."

"I wouldn't ever hurt Mr Marlow, he was like a brother in arms to me. If I could have been the one that took the strike from that Swiss army knife in his heart, I would do it. I would have taken a bullet for that man."

"It appears that the other three heads have similar impressions on the guy, which is why Edwin and I and possibly others believe that it was a member of CORE who is responsible for this whole messed up case."

"You certainly are very trusting, Sullivan, but don't mistake trust for loyalty." Ian spoke with a warning tone.

"If you were responsible for this, I'd already be knocked out or worse."

"Or maybe I'm waiting, why do you want to trust us so much after what happened to Vincent?"

"Because you said something that makes me know that you aren't part of the conspiracy that the true killer has set up. I wish I could say more."

"That's fine. We'll be at where I found Mr Marlow's corpse in about 5 minutes. 8 if traffic gets bad, and judging by the weather, that may just be the case."

#

Clouded Alleyway, Bremile, 2:35 PM

It was raining, the neon signs shone brightly, and the lights were reflecting in the puddles that were being amassed. Dan felt some sort of sadness exuding from the man beside him in the driver seat. This was just an investigation for Dan, this location must have been the spot the victim was murdered as it was a no through road. This was nothing to have any feelings about, so he wondered why tears were flowing from Ian's eyes, little did he know, for Ian this was déjà vu.

"It was darker, 11:30 PM, there was a body, the body of Vincent Quinton Marlow. But other than that, the scene looked exactly like this." He said through sobs and tears.

"I'm sorry." Dan relayed. "I had no idea."

"Why are you apologising?" Ian replied. "You didn't even say anything. Quinton was such a good man."

"He must have been, he may have been a constable, but he reached into your heart and made himself a home there. I can feel that you are innocent, but not everyone won't see it that way, like Bill."

"William Joseph Storm? You shouldn't trust that asshole."

"Why not Michael?"

"Oh, come on, I haven't seen someone with that much anger in a police station since detective first class Michealle Lyn Donnor, and it turned out she was stealing money from the police station and illegally redistributing the contraband in the evidence locker. I heard that all the prisoners in all the prisons in the country are afraid of him."

"I hadn't heard that." Dan added.

"I also have heard that the guys he caught despise him, like he betrayed them."

"I hadn't heard that either. Do you have an umbrella? Mine is in my car's boot?"

"I don't have just one, I have five, one for each seat of my car. I'll take mine and get you one from the boot, the available colours and patterns are as follows: plain teal, yellow with white lightning, terracotta with trees and white with baby blue diamonds."

"Well, if you couldn't tell by my suit, my favourite colour is teal." Dan relayed.

Ian nodded and he took his umbrella that had a ruby red and emerald green checkerboard pattern with gold lines as the borders for the pattern from the rear of the car. He left the vehicle and opened the umbrella and opened the boot (trunk for Americans) of the car and removed the pure teal umbrella. He walked to the passenger door, opened the door and led Dan to an undercover area before handing Dan the teal umbrella. Daniel was bone dry; Ian was good at protecting him from the rain.

Daniel took the teal umbrella from Ian's outstretched hand. "Thank you, Michael. I take it that nobody has cleaned up this area?" Dan noted as he looked at the surrounding buildings. There were more broken glass windows than planes produced in a year by Boeing. There was a fuel station where the road intersection lay. It was mostly windows separated by metal rods, of all of those windows, only one was intact, but was still scratched up pretty bad.

"I asked a few of my man to monitor the area. Drug deals go down here due to the fact it's pretty much an abandoned neighbourhood." Ian remarked.

"But you are rebuilding." Dan added as he swiped of some sand from a construction site that had blown onto the wooden handrail of the stone stairs, they both climbed to take cover.

"The bistro behind us is currently in restoration, as you can see, the front is fresh and new, and there's work at the rear. Sand still blows over here." Ian added.

Daniel nodded. "I felt that to be true. This sand is the same colour and grain as was found on Vincent's pants." Dan opened his borrowed umbrella and climbed down the stone staircase and saw a broken mood ring and a scratched signet ring at the turnaround point of the no through road. He picked up the signet ring and examined it. No surprise, no shock, Dan had seen two rings like it already. It was the friendship ring that Edwin shared with him.

Dan showed the ring to Ian. "There is no longer any doubt, this is where Vincent was murdered."

"That's what I said." Ian relayed.

"What is your story, you said you saw the body at 11:30 PM, was there anything else?"

"When I saw Quinton's body, I had to report it to one of my men so that they can call you or Eliane. But someone knocked me out. When I came to, I saw a black Holden Monaro coupe with graffiti made by Andre Oilman on its left side, spanning across both doors, but the licence plate was blocked off by a piece of black plastic or wood. The asshole was driving erratically, and his front windows were tinted, and he had a bunch of trash in the rear of the car."

Daniel thought about this information for a while. "That sounds like Bill's car."

"It might have been, but without the plate, I can't be sure."

"Well Ian, I don't think this has been a waste of my time. Thank you for all your help."

"Are you going to get William? Confront him or whatnot?"

"What you have seen personally does point to him, but if you're not aware, this particular area doesn't have a single camera, so it's going to be pretty hard to have your testimony hold up in court. But the broken mood ring and the signet ring are both enough to prove that Vincent Marlow was indeed murdered in this spot."

"I see, so you don't have enough to arrest William or not?"

"I think I just need to go home and think about everything I have learnt today. As you may not be aware, I've been working since around 8 this morning and my normal hours are 10 to 5, that's 7 hours, and I've already spent longer than that just looking into Vincent Marlow's death today. But I feel like I'm on the right track, and that there's something I have locked away in my memories that will provide me the answers. I don't know when it will be jogged, but when it happens, it will be beautiful."

"Ok, I'll take you back to your car."

Ian and Dan made their way back to the Barmin Apartment complex. Ian helped Dan back to his vehicle so that Dan would stay dry. Then Dan headed back to the police station.

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Everleason Police Department, 3:21 PM

Dan went inside where he is met by Damien, David and Edwin.

David was smoking one his famous strawberry flavoured magical cigarettes with his umbrella by his side. "You won't believe this, but Bill is going crazy, he's trying to find a way to take your recordings and make them infer to the conspiracy he has come up with." David relayed.

"I just came here to sign my end of day report David, and then I'll be off." Daniel relayed.

"But Dan," Damien interjected. "He's now saying that the killer was hired by each member of the crime family and the confusion with the scene was all part of the four of their plans."

"Does he also know that a vehicle just like his was spotted by one of those members?" Dan added.

"He's saying that Ian lied to implicate him," Edwin added. "We've all heard the recording you captured in Bremile. Ian Michael Barmin doesn't trust Bill, not even an iota."

"Edwin, there is a bunch of fire extinguishers around this place, and it seems that Bill wants to cause a blaze, as captain, you are responsible for putting it out. Just see what you can do to calm him down, and if he comes gunning after my Eliza, then I want you to call me. But for now, I'm going to write my end of day report and rest at home. I am this close..." Dan pinched his fingers close together for emphasis. "To some sort of epiphany. I believed I noticed a contradiction at the border to Bremile, but I for the life of me can't figure out what it is."

"Alright Dan, I get the message," Edwin added. "You need some rest, you know what, when you come back tomorrow and if this office isn't in turmoil considering what's going on with Bill, I'll take you on a drive in my car, a scenic drive. That's always helped me out when I've hit a figurative brick wall."

"That would be quite nice Edwin, quite nice indeed."

So, Daniel finished his final tasks for the day and headed home for some good dinner and a nice long sleep. Daniel knew that his memories held the key to unlocking the mystery. The only problem was accessing those memories to begin with. What was the contradiction Daniel noticed? Will this be the first time a criminal's true identity actually elude Daniel Smith?

So much doubt and drama in one day. This was a true test for Daniel, and he was going to put his nose to the grindstone tomorrow to not only pass it but ace it!