The day after Nicholas had the meeting with the team, Jessica and Joseph had already gone to the police department's morgue and analyzed the body. Jessica now didn't have a good impression of Joseph, the latter had barely talked to her and as soon as he was done, he immediately stormed out of the room.
Now Jessica was taking the report towards the team's new office that Police Chief Lawrence gave them.
Arriving there, she saw Isabella seating on her desk and sleeping as the latter had her head slumped backward. No one else was even seen in the vicinity.
After waking up Isabella with a nudge to her shoulder, she asked where was Nicholas, as he was supposed to go with Isabella to Henrique's house this morning. Isabella just shrugged her shoulders, having no idea as well.
Suddenly, Nicholas's voice was heard from behind Jessica.
"I was waiting for your return, Detective Jessica." Nicholas spoke, he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he looked at both scared women, that was now glaring at him.
Isabella was laying on the chair and resting her legs above the desk, so when she saw Nicholas, she was so surprised, and at the same time tried to hide her behavior.
Jessica was just surprised, though she didn't know for how long he was there.
"When did you arrive?" Jessica asked, her face had a frown as she was confused.
"At the same time as you. I been listing to Detective Isabella sing rap music for as long as you exited the room. She only stopped a few minutes ago." Nicholas replied as he went close to Jessica and extended his hand to receive the report which she was holding.
As Nicholas began to look at the paper, Jessica looked back at Isabella as if saying "What the hell?", Isabella responded with a gesture that expressed "Don't look at me, I didn't know.", this resulted in Jessica letting a silent sigh as she thought that Isabella was pretty irresponsible for not paying attention. They both had spent so much time together, that now was easy to communicate like they just did, understanding one another closely.
Nicholas, on the other end, was unfazed as he had noticed their exchange. Actually, he even thought it was funny as he had set up the illusion so that Isabella couldn't come to him and create another awkward conversation like last night before he left.
After reading the report, Nicholas was satisfied as Joseph didn't found anything important. So, Jonathan's identity as the killer was secure.
Showing no emotions whatsoever, Nicholas called for Isabella.
"We need to go, Isabella. Jessica, you call the Gobert Industries. Don't tell them that Henrique is dead, just say that we trying to find anything related to him. Gather any information that you can from them." Nicholas said and walked off the building.
At the parking lot, Isabella was a bit weirded out about the situation. Nicholas, feeling the constant glances from Isabella, spoke to her.
"Naturally, we are using your car. I usually do not use one, and I do not have one."
Nodding at his words, Isabella proceeded to walk to the car presented by the department for officers on duty. The car was a plain-looking Dodge Charger, grey in color, the painting was a bit old and the only other noticeable thing is the siren inside the car above the dashboard.
Driving towards the house, they both quickly exited the building.
In another part of the city, inside the Midnight Hotel was an old man looking like in his mid to late forties. The old man possessed great white hair and beard, his eyes blue navy, and his clothes looked expensive. Dressed in black dress pants and a white dress shirt. His face square shaped with an incredible jawline, his cheeks had some pockmarks from youth day's acnes.
Overall, the man looked good and could be considered handsome despite the old age.
This was the doctor called Wendell Vonhoford.
He was currently fuming at the man seating in front of him, the man who commanded White Chalk, Marcus Lowry.
This person had black hair with a goatee, his face was rather normal, but the beard gave an attractive charm to his face, his hair sprouting upwards, making small spikes. His clothes were rather mundane, with a jeans jacket with inside black shirt and jeans pants.
"Why didn't your goons found her yet? What is the meaning of this? It's been more than 4 days already." Vonhoford screamed in anger, his veins slightly dilated.
Marcus looked calm in front of the man, he was seating with crossed legs, looking nothing like the man in front of him was standing and angrily yelling at him.
After a few moments when Vonhoford lowered his voice and waited for his answer, Marcus finally spoke.
"Chill, old man. You are getting too turned up. The problem is that my men disappeared when they were sent to find your girl. Either someone else took care of them, or there's more behind the people who took her." Marcus said, his voice calm and concentrated, though he showed some stress at the mention of his men disappearing.
"Humph. You find what happened, and I need it fast. Fuck knows who has her, I don't care if you lose more men, find her." Vonhoford berated as he sat down, his face was red from his high pressure when yelling at Marcus.
The latter, on the other hand, kept calm and composed as he left the room, not minding the behavior of the doctor. People are unpleasant and Marcus is in accord with that, as long as someone doesn't cross his line, he won't mind it and will think rationally.
After Marcus left, Vonhoford looked at his computer. A photo of his daughter and his wife was displayed on the screen. He was thinking about what could have happened to her, his hand under his chin in a thinking position.
Moments later, a tear fell from his right eye as he thought about the worst.
In the line of business that he works, things might and definitely will get too close to your personal life. Vonhoford is the doctor of Midnight Club. He is responsible for many things.
One of these is to heal the tortured souls that Midnight chooses to give a second chance or even their own members. He also administers drugs to people who decide to not complain. Thus, if you have been in that place, you surely will hate the culprit.
And what would you do to the loved ones of the person that tortured you, or was an accomplice of the people who did it? To top that, the people who Vonhoford deals with are not very light-hearted people, these are cold sociopaths and even killers.
Now Vonhoford had many things stuck on his throat, regretting that he put his beloved daughter in harm's way.