The Anonymous

Chapter 29: Rogue

I've always been one to depend on myself regardless if anyone is in my corner or not. That feeling of independence, the sense of knowing that I can figure out things on my own, and no one can keep information from me because I'm working along, was all so reassuring. Furthermore, with each name on the list, I had to develop an extensive portfolio highlighting the background information, race, class, medical information (if possible), descriptions, and characteristics of each victim.

I sat at the coffee shop, waiting for my mother on a cloudy Wednesday afternoon. For the past two weeks, I've been busy gathering pieces of information on my father's murder. Three days ago I went to the local police state and talked to the detective assign to my father's case, detective Justin Drakemen. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was keeping information from me, which was understandable since this is an ongoing investigation. Detectives will often whole back information for years to protect the integrity of the case. Which is draining. Sadly for them, this was a time-sensitive matter. It was also apparent to me that they will NEVER solve this case; they're convince my apartment blowing up was a freak accident and my father's murder was drug-related. Which makes no sense considering he has no history in dealing with drugs. I digress, they're still missing critical information, and only a hand full of people knew about the The Anonymous.

"Hi, Sweetie!" My mother walked into the shop, smiling her face looked as bright as ever.

"Hey mom," I stood up to hug her. "You look well-rested."

"Yeah, I have been doing my morning workouts. It's excellent for relieving stress. "

I was impressed with my mother's resilience. A couple of months ago, she suffered a traumatic loss, and she's still standing. My mother still maintains this happy go lucky personality, and I can't say it's easy. "Well, you look amazing! Maybe I should try working out in the morning."

"Well, that's if you can get out of bed." she chuckled.

"Well, mom, I don't mean to bring down the mood, but I brought you here to talk about dad.

"Oh, of course, sweet, I don't mind."

"Did dad ever discuss his business with you? You see, I understand that he ran a distribution & transportation company, but what was he transporting? Have you ever met any of his business partners?"

Hmm, well, I did meet Alex Young and Jeff Lacks. Alex Young is the operational manager, and Jeff Lacks is the general manager. Remember, you met them at the funeral."

I thought back to a man with a Jamaican accent. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Jeff lacks. I recalled an Asian man name, Alex Young."

"Right, I remember."

"Do you know what father was transporting?"

"No honey. It could have been anything. "

"And that never struck you as odd?"

"No, because I saw the company's online website many times." "Your father's company could have been transporting anything from office supplies, household tools, medical equipment ." Businesses paid your father's company to transport and supply and replenish their establishments."

"That makes sense."

"Why the sudden interest in your father's company. Are you interested in taking over the family business? No, not really. Plus, I think Devin has his eyes on it."

"I just don't understand how this could have happened. It was so tragic and out of nowhere."

"I know, sweetie. I know, we just have to remain hopeful that the detectives will solve this case. I may look ok on the outside. But on the inside, I haven't moved on, and I desperately need closure. I don't plan on moving on until I know what happened to Kevin Hall."