CHAPTER 39

BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW I looked at my father's photo and the photo I had with him,  that was placed beside my lamp table. I stared at it,  thinking about when would I be able to be with my father. It is been three whole years since my father was been in jail. I can't blame him,  that he took all the blame just for us. I was been so proud of my father that is been, my father. He was not perfect but he did everything for me,  and also for the daughter and son he treated like his own. When I recover all my memories. I can't be angry with the person that caused my father to be in jail. Besides she was my lover,  my father also killed her parents. I just can't blame her. She experienced too much pain losing her parents. "Dad, " I whispered. I felt warm tears forming inside of my eyes. I took my father's picture,  which was placed near my bed. I glance at it and touched it slowly. I felt myself becoming emotional... I just hugged my father's picture. And began to cry,  and let the pain,  out of my chest. I closed my eyes and felt the warm breeze touching my bare skin. "You were not the perfect father. You did a lot of bad things,  but that doesn't mean you can not change. You were my father,  a father that always been there for me. You supported me when Mom died,  you became a mother figure to me. I cannot blame you if you opened your would on me. I am thankful that you became my father, " I said to the picture while hugging it tightly. Warm tears started to fall from my eyes one by one. I can feel each one of them touching my skin. I let my tears fall from my eyes until I can't shed no more. Tears flow from my cheeks,  down to my skin. I just missed my father so much... I can't understand what should I feel right now. The pain inside was getting more painful and painful. I know that my Dad would leave in prison now,  five months from now. Because after three years,  that judge had finally let my father bailout from prison. But it would be effective five months from now. I opened my eyes and put the picture on the table beside me. I wipe down the tears that were continuously falling from my eyes. I took a deep breath and sighed to calm down myself. I tried to inhale and exhale to calm myself to be able to work on the mission today. I don't want to lose more time. Because I want to be with Amelia as soon as possible after I finished this mission quickly. And also spent some time with my father. Since he was getting out of jail,  five months later. "Father... Everything would be okay!" I encouragingly said to myself. I stand up and go directly to the balcony to look for Rod. I would discuss something important to him. "Rod!" I called him as soon as I saw him. He was standing in front of the balcony. Gazing at the cloudy sky,  admiring it. I called him,  but he didn't respond to me. Maybe he was thinking about something important. So I just walked toward him and tapped his shoulders. "Rod, "  I called him one more time. He seems startled as soon as he saw me. "She couldn't die, " he shouted. "What?" I asked him in confusion. ROD AZRAEL'S POINT OF VIEW "She couldn't die, " I shouted. "What?" Blaike asked me in confusion. He can't know... I put my hands all over my mouth so I stopped talking. "Ummm, " I stated. "Who can't die?" He asked me. I kept silent for a second and thought about what should say to him. I am thinking of a good excuse to say to him. "Some of our men see some suspicious activity going around Mr. Walson's men's house. They are armed and had guns. So I thought that they must have planned to kill the family of the person we are protecting. I am thinking to add some men to guide them from afar, " I explained to him. Phew! I came up with good excuses more than I expected. Blaike must not know what the organization planned on doing. I know he deserves to know this. But I can't stress him,  since we need to do the mission first. He can't protect the person he loves if the mission keeps bothering him. He is the person that would do his responsibilities first before anything else. Also, the organization would just kill Amelia if Blaike recovers all his memories. As long as the organization won't know that Blaike remembers everything. I should be able to sleep well,  while my guilt is hunting me... "Then add more person to watch over them. We should not let them get involved in this. Especially his wife,  and children. We needed to protect them at all cost, " Blaike ordered on me. "I would do it. Right away!" I replied. Then I looked away... I didn't want him to notice that I am not telling him the truth. But he seems not to figure out that I am lying to him. He is more concerned about the safety of the family. Because if he promised something,  he would keep his promises at all costs,  and do everything in his power to do that. "You should get going now and add more people to guard his family. We can't predict what will happen every second that will pass by. I promised him that we would protect his family as long as he helped us with our case. And I don't want anything bad to happen to his family. Because I wanted to keep my promise at all cost," he stated to me. I can sense the determination in Blaike's voice. So I just nodded at him. Before our conversation would get more serious and deeper. "I'll get going then!" I said goodbye to him and left him there. I would go on to investigate our case for now. I don't wanna think about the issue so much. Because I was making myself stressed because of that. BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW I would go to the meeting area,  where the transaction had been done. Rod already left,  because he had to do something important. I would go to the last place where Mr. Walson does his illegal transaction. Maybe I could get some leads,  fingerprint marks,  or anything that would help us to get more proof. We already had some proof,  but we needed more. His men gave us one of his hideouts. But we needed to find Mr. Walson's main hideout. Maybe he was hiding his ledger there,  where he list all his illegal transactions. We could use it against him to be as evidence. I took a deep breath and sighed... This mission was getting closer and closer to the end. I get in my black car and drove off to the destination. I drive until three hours until I reached my destination. It was a deck,  an abandoned building,  it was near a seashore,  where ships can park and stopped in here. Maybe they find this place so that they could transport the people they are selling easily. It was also a remote area that usually people don't go to. And only some of the cars and trucks would pass by in here. "This place is really good for the illegal transaction. They pick a good spot for their transaction. But their illegal deeds won't last long, " I whispered to myself. I looked and walked around. It seems that some of their leftover drinks were still in here. I pick up a bottle of water that still didn't finish to drink. It is still not dusty,  so it means that they just finished their transaction here a few days ago. I looked around and saw a pile of paper scattered around the ground. I picked it up,  and some of the pictures of a girl and some kids were printed on here. Some of their information was also put below their picture in each of the coupon bands. I pick up all of the papers and put them inside my backpack. Maybe I could investigate some of these people to know if they are a connection to Mr. Walson. Because why their information and pictures were scattered in that specific area. Does this pile of papers just accidentally fly from the hands of one of Mr. Walson's men? Did one of Mr. Walson's men throw this? After I pick all the papers. I walked back to my car. And find the nearest coffee shop or somewhere I could buy some water,  coffee,  juice,  or anything that I could drink. I park my car in front of the shop. But as soon as I come out of my car. My knees started shaking, my hands were getting weak. My heart was racing like crazy. Like it wanted to get out of my chest. My heart is beating faster and faster as I stared at the woman. Her face is familiar to me... I felt a sharp stab in my chest... I thought she was dead... Am I seeing her right now? Is she alive? Are they just the same person that I thought she was or do they just look like each other? There were a lot of questions keep forming inside of my head. But it hurts me to see the person in front of me who I thought was dead years ago. "Mom..."