Imani got out of his car as he dropped his already done cigarette to the ground. Fixing his black trench coat as he walked to the yellow caution tapes in an abandoned house. Going under the yellow tapes as he walked into the house, looking around for clues. Only for him to smell a horrible stench coming from a bedroom downstairs. Lifting his gun from his holster and slowly approaching the downstairs bedroom, leaning on the wall before rushing in and pointing his gun. When the case was clear, he squatted down and examined the dead body that was laying there.
"You've been dead for at least two days..." Imani had mumbled to himself.
Slipping his gloves on before patting down the dead body, looking for any sorts of identification. Finding a wallet and opening it. Some paperworks had fallen out as he read it. Justin Whales, age 30, born in Bergamo Italy.
"Why are you in the outskirts of Milan?...."
While Imani was busy examining the body someone began to tiptoe towards Imani. Imani noticed the silhouette but continued to look at the dead body. As the person was close to Imani's space, Imani was quick to get up and point his pistol straight at the person. His dark brown eyes glare straight at the suspect.
"You thought you could do something? Tch I'm one step faster than you"
Hearing a click noise behind his head which caught him off guard, only to hear the suspect in front let out a deep chuckle. Walking out from the shadows, there stood Grant with a wicked smile on his face. Imani stared right at him as he had his finger right on the trigger.
"My oh my! You seem to have gotten bolder and older Detective Imani!"
Grant clapped his hands before tilting his head as his wicked smile never left his face.
"Still chasing after me, huh? I assume Drake would've left me alone after Etrana death but it seems it led to you joining him!"
"What do you want, Grant?"
"What do I want? Ha! What do I want? Hmmm that's kinda hard"
Imani only watched the male move side to side in front of him. Grant walked up to him and put his hand on the pistol, lowering it. Leaning close to Imani's ear and whispering.
"I want you and Drake to leave my victim alone. She's bound to die in my hands"
Imani's eyes went wide before he gritted his teeth. His glare was fierce as ever as Grant chuckled.
"You see, her father owes me something very deeply! I was supposed to have what her father has but he threw me to the blame! Bringing me down to the ground! So now, it's time for me to finally have him meet his maker!"
Grant smiles once more.
"And now with my accomplice by my side, you'll never find out when this plan will happen now. Only time will tell Detective Imani. But it's our time to leave!"
As Grant was about to leave. Imani lifted his pistol and shot Grant in the leg. Turning around fast before kicking Grant's accomplice down in the shin. His accomplice groaned as he watched Imani run straight to Grant lift his pistol up again. His accomplice lifted his gun up and shot Imani in the shoulder. Imani screamed in pain as felt a knife plunged into his thigh. He slammed his foot right into Grant's face before running out of the house.
Niccolo got up and ran to his father. Grant looked at his son and grunted.
"Go after him! Kill that bastard before he gets away!"
Niccolo's face went stoic and nodded. He left his father behind chasing after Imani. Imani limped into his car before starting up the car. Imani bit his lip as he moved his gear to reverse. Niccolo lifted up his pistol as he pointed at Imani's car.
