"Jonathan Ingrid is one of the person who helped Officer Head Sheriff Sacramento in planning the crime. He was believed to be the only lucky person who certainly survived the fire but he received a lot of burnt marks in his legs, a big evidence against him. He performed the crime with Sacramento, but he said he didnt did anything. He once explained that he got burned in his legs because it was dimmest part of the night when he saw the fire in the building and so he tried to enter and check for the noises. He also said that somebody were tied while their bodies were covered with fire, screaming in pain but someone pushed him inside from the back before a knife hits him in his knees, preventing him to go away. His explanations were unacceptable so he was jailed and sentenced for a sooner death penalty."
"Then how did Ingrid survived?" I asked while looking at the newspaper i am reading.
"He once said that his clothes were wet a bit because of a sudden rain and it prevents the fire burning his whole body, except for his legs." Alex explained.
"I dont want to call them fool but what are they trying to do that time? Are the judge even know what's real justice is? I mean, yes. He is proof-less. But is that even enough to sentence him a death penalty?" I blurted out.
"That's how the system goes here, kid." We heard Wentworth while driving.
Then, in a sudden, Wentworth stopped the car.
"I'll be back." He said as he went off running to somewhere.
"So what is your plan now?" I heard Alex.
"I would like to check those things used in murdering the women. What's their name again?" I asked her.
"Melissa Ross and Ruth Kenelly. They both lived in Ithaca." She answered.
"If they have their diaries, it might be a better help too. But getting that from their families, I think it's not going to be easy." I said.
"If your father and Jonathan didn't kill them, im sure their families will have the letter. Also, they will know something about the party that their daughters are going to attend to." Alex said.
"Do you have Jonathan's letter still? The handwritten one." I asked her.
"Yes." She said as she pull it from her bag's pocket.
"I dont really feel good with this letter. I know its not my father's. Im hoping it will be a great help in finding the reaper." I said.
When Wentworth's back, we asked him if we can flex our time to Ithaca and explained why are we going there. He basically answered yes and we find first the house of Melissa Ross, not even mentioning our names to prevent any frustrations.
"She once said that thing to us. It's a usual party i guess. And one of the sheriff in charge told them to go there because of one person they wanted to go out with." Melissa's mother explained.
"Wait wait. Sheriff in charge? You mean, a just sheriff in charge and not the Head Sheriff invited them?" Wentworth asked. I just folded my fist while it was rested in my legs.
"I believe Ruth have the letter. But Melissa's phone received a phone text saying they should not go to that party." She said.
"Can we have her phone please? We would like to check it out for a clearer information." Wentworth asked again.
The woman took the phone from a black bag nearby her and opened it up, scrolling and searching for something. Then she gave it to Wentworth while checking on his own phone contacts.
March 2017
+18112450379
New York, USA
Dont attend the party. Im not attending it too. Im not kidding anymore. Blairee's holding a business crime against me.
"Its the old phone number of Jacob Sacramento." Wentworth said.
He never tried calling to me using that number though.
He gave the phone back to the woman and asked if he could keep the secret about the phone message. The woman said yes.
"I dont know Jacob Sacramento that much but I know that he is not going to do that harmful move to my daughter. I know him for some reasons. But for our safety, i would like to remain silent because it might affect my family if we ever interfere. Also, my daughter is already dead and we are really afraid about the killer." She explained.
"Dont worry. Nothing will happen to you. Just keep the secret." Wentworth smiled afterwards.
•••••
"Would you like to go at Times Newsroom for something?" Wentworth asked me while laying down in my bed.
"I think, its a better idea. But i would like to visit Shiloah too at the hospital too. I was a bit worried in his health." I said.
"We'll check on him too for tomorrow then." He smiled.
As he went outside the room, i stayed silently.
I saw the newspapers, notes and weapons in my drawer so i stand up to check on it.
"There must be a reason why Jonathan Ingrid kept this things. If they didnt use this as evidence against the other side, and the other side didn't knew about this things, then they used another things to make it happen." I concluded.
I looked down to the weapon.
What if my conclusions were true? Would it be possible if they used another gun to kill the other people in the area?
Did they purchased another batch of these guns to frame him up?
The conclusions hit me up.
Its possible!
I check on its code.
USAG.E.115467
And going to the weaponry will let me find the solution soon.
Its an another great proofs too. Why? These guns were limited and exclusive only for some high-ranked people in the USA. My father told me that before.
Getting into much deeper evidences is possibly digging us in our own grave, but it was also digging us to where the reaper are standing by.
Good thing we are on a safe plan. I wish, the reaper wont know anything about my existence here at New York, looking for something they actually unhide from us.
Are they into something or what? Are they stupid in tolerating their laziness in keeping the ideas from us?
Plus, Wentworth is a great detective. His ideas are kinda accurate to the evidence's ideas.
But we should be more patient in observing. It might cause us danger, i think.
Getting into this type of situation is messing my mind. Its still difficult for me. The crime is not that too much clean and difficult to figure out and that's what killing my system out of control. Its kinda messing me up, i need to admit.
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Bold || Wentworth Miller
Romance"If it's a sin falling inlove to someone like you, i would like to be the greatest sinner, and it is going to be an honor too." He smirked, but his eyes were full of love that i wanted. But the world is just stabbing my back out. The world is saying...
