Task Completed

Dylan stepped through the double doors of the Chicago police station, met with officers moving between desks, phones ringing constantly, and the faint aroma of burnt coffee hung in the air.

He scanned the room until he spotted Detective Harris leaning over a cluttered desk, speaking into a phone.

"Detective Harris," Dylan called out, striding toward him.

Harris ended his call and turned, his sharp eyes narrowing at Dylan.

"Mr Morningstar, you are the last person I am expecting and hoping to see." Harris rolled his eyes.

Dylan shrugged his words aside, he took a seat even before the detective could offer one.

"Don't worry, Harris. I wouldn't be here, looking at your ugly face, if I didn't have something important to give you." Dylan smirked, his words causing Harris's eyes to dilate with shock.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded manila folder.

"I have evidence that ties Jamal to the murder of Roman or, at the very least, proves he's got something to hide." Dylan said, slamming the folder on the desk with a cocky smile.

Harris raised an eyebrow, understanding the reason behind the pause, he could only give a heavy sigh and lean back.

. "Alright, let's hear it." he said.

Dylan set the folder on the table, flipping it open to reveal printed screenshots of Lucy's text messages with Jamal.

"This is a conversation between Jamal and a woman named Lucy. She used to be… involved with him. Notice the timing of these texts. Jamal is bragging about becoming a superstar, like 20 Shots. He's oddly confident, considering his cousin just died." Dylan slid them over to Harris's side of the table while explaining.

Harris scanned the pages, his frown deepening.

"Go on." he mumbled, almost absent-mindedly.

"She also pointed me to a music video Jamal released minutes after Roman's death. The video conveniently mourns his cousin's tragic loss." Dylan leaned closer. "The video was pre-recorded. He knew Roman was going to die or, at least, planned it."

Harris's jaw tightened as he processed the information.

"That's circumstantial, though. We can't pin a motive to pre-recording a video alone." He argued and Dylan nodded in agreement

"Fair point, that's why Lucy is willing to testify that Jamal had been acting strange and was obsessed with improving his rap career, even if it meant using underhanded means. The texts support that narrative. And if you're looking for something concrete, Lucy hinted that there might be more at his place... Who knows, you may end up finding the murder weapon there. But you'd need a warrant for that." Dylan said, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips.

Harris stared at the folder for a long moment before leaning back in his chair.

"If this pans out, it's enough to justify a search warrant. I'll get it expedited." He said after a short pause

Dylan folded his arms and leaned back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Good. Just be quick about it. If Jamal gets wind of this, he'll clear out anything incriminating." Dylan warned, his voice stern

"I'll handle it. Don't worry." Harris smirked.

Under Detective Harris's curious gaze, Dylan walked out of the station. He looked toward the sun set, his gaze shifting to his watch.

"5:30... I think there is enough time to catch one last rat." Dylan smiled cruelly as he pulled out the envelope from his sleeves.

{Task Completed}

{Get-Back: Provide the evidence the law enforcement needs to charge Jamal and his Uncle for the murder of Roman Carter}

{Reward: 300exp}

{Next level requirement: 2000 exp}

{You sent your woman home just to go sleep with another hoe? God dammit, you are a bad boy now.} Lich chuckled and Dylan smiled sheepishly

"If I didn't pay for the information I received, she wouldn't have agreed to testify. I'm only carrying out my duties." Dylan said passionately, his voice filled with conviction.

If Lich couldn't hear Dylan's thoughts, it would have fallen for his passionate words.

{Cut the crap!} Lich cursed. {Anyway, are you certain you want to kill him tonight?}

Dylan's eyes flashed with cruelty, but he masked it and waved down another taxi.

"South Calumet Salvage Yard." Dylan said to the chubby dark skinned drive.

This location was close enough for Dylan to reach the steelworks on foot without drawing attention to his destination, but far enough to avoid being associated with the industrial complex itself.

He entered the car, flipping open the envelope and going through the contents again.

{Even if you must kill him tonight, must you use that method?}

'That is the most effective and discreet method available. Once they can't trace back to me, or must I remind you I'm heading out to commit murder as we speak?' Dylan retorted with a raised eyebrow.

{Are you aware of the spiritual consequences of unleashing the power of the underworld on this mortal plane of existence?}

'Is it worse than getting charged for murder and potentially ruining my life?' Dylan asked with a raised eyebrow. 'Nah, I'll take my chances with your spiritual backlash'

In Dylan's opinion, killing the bartender needed to be done in the most discreet way possible. His life was already turning around, he could afford to take unnecessary risks.

That's why he decided it was best to use a method the world couldn't recognize, that way it can't be traced back to him.

{Power corrupts the soul, it influences the mind and boosts ego. It will drive you to your death if you don't control it.} Lich sneered.