Secrets of the Solomons

13. Detective William:

*2nd July,2023*

That girl. Her family. Everything is so messed up to the point that I don't even want to think about it. I only saw one video, and now I understand why she warned me.

Fear for my life and my family's life has taken over my thoughts. I decided to go back to the area where I took it and keep it there. I have no intention of keeping it with me or seeing this further.

How can no one notice these crimes? If they truly have connections with the government, then I am truly in deep sh*t. For the first time in my whole life, I truly regret being a detective.

The video I saw was CCTV footage from a warehouse. I recognized the warehouse. It was owned by the family's company. In the video, there were a group of people surrounded by a lot of well-muscled men. And in the middle of these men, I could recognize an old guy. He was Sebastian Solomon. The head of the Solomon family. He was standing there and saying something to one of those four people, and after a while, the whole group of men set them on fire. A young adult, a middle-aged guy, a middle-aged woman, and an older guy. After running a facial ID on them, I realized they were Tim Wonson, Timothy Wonson, Caroline Wonson, and Will Wonson. However, according to the news, they killed themselves after their company suffered financial losses and went bankrupt. And then they crashed their car, and it went up on fire. This was the national news controlled by the government.

They backed the Solomons in this case. That means the Solomons are more powerful than I thought. I am truly a hypocrite. I say I want to know the truth, yet knowing the truth endangers my life, so I stay blind and pretend I don't know anything. Later that day, I returned the package to where I found it in the locker, left the building, and drove away as if I were being chased around by a deadly beast. As I anxiously looked in the rearview mirror, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. It was as if every turn I took and every stop I made were being closely monitored. The events of the day had stripped away the illusion of safety I had carefully constructed for myself. The government's control over the news had become apparent, and it made me question everything I had ever believed in. Fear now gripped me tightly, forcing me to reflect on the harsh reality—ignorance had indeed become my shield and the truth a dangerous sword.

I have no right to say I am not to blame in Fiona's case.

The truth has been laid bare before me, revealing the extent of my cowardice and complicity. Fiona's fate rests partly on my shoulders, as I willingly turned a blind eye to the dangerous game I had stumbled upon. As I drove away, guilt and regret gnawed at my conscience, reminding me that I had forsaken my principles in the face of self-preservation. The Solomons may be powerful, but my silence only adds fuel to their malevolent fire.

I can no longer ignore the weight of my silence, knowing that it contributes to the perpetuation of their dark influence. Fiona's haunting eyes, filled with despair and betrayal, are etched into my memory, urging me to take a stand against the Solomons and their reign of terror. It is time for me to gather the courage to expose their sinister secrets and bring justice to Fiona and all the others who have suffered at their hands. But as I contemplate my next move, fear creeps in, whispering doubts and warning of the potential consequences that await me. The Solomons are not to be underestimated; their power and reach extend far beyond what I initially imagined. They have eyes and ears everywhere, and I know that stepping out of the shadows to challenge them will come at a great personal cost. The mere thought of the retaliation they are capable of sends shivers down my spine, making me question if I am truly prepared for what lies ahead. Yet, the fire within me burns brighter, fueled by the injustice and pain inflicted upon innocent lives. I must gather strength from Fiona's haunting gaze and find the resilience to face my fears head-on, for it is only through bravery that true change can be achieved.

Looking at my family's picture, I know I cannot play this dangerous game alone. I can never do it alone, for I am a coward filled with fear and silence. But as I gaze into the eyes of my loved ones, I am reminded of their unwavering support and belief in me. Their smiles and joyful expressions serve as a constant reminder of the courage and determination I possess deep within. I realize that, although fear may consume me at times, it is my responsibility to overcome it and find my voice. With their love and encouragement, I can break free from the chains of cowardice and embrace the strength within me to stand up for what is right, no matter the cost.

I will need all the help I can get. This job must be done in the utmost secrecy and with brave and fearless people. I cannot finish this dangerous game, as it may take years; only Fiona herself will be able to end it. I will help this girl in any way I can. I believe in Fiona's determination and resilience. Together, we will navigate the treacherous paths, unraveling the mysteries that lie ahead. As we embark on this perilous journey, I vow to protect her and provide assistance in any way I can. Although fear may continue to linger, the fire of bravery within us will guide us to unravel the truth and bring justice to those who have wronged others.