Truth Uncovered

As they approached the large protective gate, the security guard eyed them warily. "What do you guys want?" he asked gruffly.

Sasha stepped forward, her voice confident. "We're here to see Khaan."

The guard's expression changed, and he nodded, opening the gate with a buzz. He had known Sasha from when she used to work with Khaan.

As they walked through, Sasha couldn't help but notice the beautiful garden that surrounded the mansion.

It was June, and the flowers were in full bloom, their vibrant colours and sweet fragrance filling the air. The lawn was immaculately manicured, with not a single blade of grass out of place. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, creating a soothing background noise.

They reached the mansion's front door, and Sasha rang the doorbell. A voice came through the intercom, "Who is it?"

Sasha replied, "It's Sasha Booton. I'm here to see Khaan."

The door opened, revealing an old man with a kind face and a well-groomed French-cut beard wearing a gallus shirt. He smiled warmly at Sasha. "Sasha, it's been a long time. Come on in."

However, as Sasha stepped aside, the old man's eyes fell on Karl, and his expression turned grim. "Why have you brought him here?" he asked, his voice tinged with disapproval.

Sasha hesitated before speaking. "Sir Khaan, I want to ask you some questions. Karl wants to know about his family's murder. He's seeking answers."

Khaan's expression softened slightly, and he nodded reluctantly. "Very well. Come to the lawn. I can't invite you into my home."

They followed Khaan to a beautifully set table on the lawn, surrounded by the vibrant flowers and the soothing sounds of nature. Khaan asked, "Would you like some tea?"

Karl and Sasha declined, but Serge spoke up, "Why not?" Khaan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Khaan's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "What type of information are you looking for, Karl?"

Karl's eyes locked onto Khaan's, his voice firm. "I want to know all the clues. Everything you have on my family's murder and why did you get the crime scene cleaned?"

Khaan's face clouded, his voice hesitant. "I'm afraid that's confidential. Rayner has made it clear that I'm not to reveal anything."

Sasha's eyes flashed with anger. "You know Rayner is corrupt, why would you listen to him?"

Khaan's expression turned wry, his eyes glinting with a hint of irony. "You're right, Sasha. I've known Rayner was corrupt for years. I've been investigating him since my days as a detective."

*Flashback:15 April 2016, 12:30 am*

Khaan's face appeared on screen, his eyes scanning the darkness as he dialled a number. "Sasha, pick up," he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concern.

When Sasha failed to answer, Khaan's expression turned grim. "Where is that girl?" he growled, shoving his phone into his pocket. "I'll have to do this my way."

He turned and disappeared into the darkness, his footsteps echoing through the night air.

The scene shifted to a crime scene, the walls splattered with blood, the air thick with the smell of death. Khaan's eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto a symbol etched into the wall - a bull's head.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, his eyes narrowing as he examined the image. Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind him.

"Sir, Chief Rayner has told us to clean this place up."

Khaan's head whipped around, his eyes flashing with anger. "Wait, let me investigate first."

He knelt, his eyes scanning the floor. That's when he saw it - a footprint, bloody and unmistakable. He snapped another photo, his mind racing with possibilities.

He said, "Clean this up." at 1:30 am, his eyes locked onto the authoritative person. "Otherwise, that corrupt bastard will have my head."

Karl's eyes locked onto Khaan's, his voice firm. "Is Bull Ramsey the killer? Did Ian Scott give the orders?"

Khaan's expression turned enigmatic. "This statement is half true."

Sasha, Karl and Serge exchanged bewildered glances.

Khaan leaned back, his eyes gazing into the past. "My investigation began with hundreds of photographs of gang members and symbols. November 2016 marked a breakthrough. Bull Ramsey, then an obscure figure, wasn't the mafia boss he is today."

"Intrigued, I dug deeper. Evidence led me to an anonymous drug dealer, notorious but invisible. His club, hidden in plain sight, became my next destination."

*November 2016*

Arriving at the club, Khaan's instincts heightened. Inside, dim lights and smoke veiled the air. He spotted the mysterious figure, face obscured by a hat and sunglasses, black gloves covering his hands. Bull Ramsey stood guard beside him.

The Anonymous figure spoke before Khaan could. "Senior Detective Khaan, care for a drink?"

Khaan declined, eyes locked on the elusive figure.

He presented gruesome photos. "Recognize them, It is the family of your active buyer Karl Wilof"

The figure said, "That's sad."

The Anonymous figure turned to Bull. "Know them?"

Bull shook his head vehemently. "Not at all, sir."

Khaan pressed on. "One of the walls of the crime scene bore Bull's symbol. I know you're involved."

The Anonymous figure leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "If it was Bull's symbol, it wasn't him. Must have been another gang. He's innocent. He's my hitman; he only kills those I say so."

Khaan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with doubts. He reluctantly nodded, his gaze never leaving the Anonymous figure.

The figure's smile grew wider. "It's The Dome. They're behind the murders."

Khaan's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious? The Dome is behind it? But...they were crushed by the Maryhill police in 2014."

The Anonymous figure chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Tsk, tsk.. Detective. They're not as crushed as you think. They're still here, operating in the shadows. And I think they're trying to frame Bull."

Khaan's expression turned grim, his suspicions thickening like a fog. He nodded reluctantly, his mind reeling with the implications. The Dome, a supposedly defunct organization, was still active and potentially framing Bull Ramsey.

With a sense of unease, Khaan stood up, his eyes locked on the Anonymous figure. "I'll look into it," he said, his voice firm.

The Anonymous figure smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Here is my contact. I'm counting on it, Detective."

With that, Khaan turned and left the club, his suspicions and doubts swirling in his mind like a vortex. The case had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Khaan said, " His name was Ian Scott. I didn't know his name back then. "

Karl's eyes blazed with anger, his voice trembling with rage. "Khaan, then who is it? Who gave the orders?"

Khaan's expression turned sombre, his eyes clouding with a mixture of sadness and concern. Is Ian Scott still alive? Khaan replied, "Ian Scott is no longer alive, Karl. He died in January 2017."

Karl asked, " How did he die?"

Khaan's voice dropped to a whisper. "Unknown reasons. His body was never sent for autopsy, courtesy of Rayner's interference."

Karl's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Then who did it, Khaan? Who killed my family, was it The Dome?"

Khaan's voice was barely audible, his words laced with a sense of foreboding. "It's related to your past, Karl. The ones who killed your family... they became your enemies in 2014."

Karl's eyes widened, his face pale. "It's them," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

Khaan nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "Yes, Karl. It's them."

Serge and Sasha exchanged confused glances, their faces reflecting their bewilderment. What did Khaan mean? Who were these enemies from Karl's past? The mystery had just deepened, and the truth seemed more elusive than ever.