also couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she was. He knew it wasn’t the time and place, but it was something that couldn’t be ignored.
He thought about the plan of action. They’d obtained a piece of Paige’s clothing. The dogs had turned up nothing which ruled out murder. He was certain that Paige hadn’t been murdered. But the trail had ended. But he wouldn’t give up, that wasn’t him. He would get to the bottom of this once and for all, and he knew just who he had to visit.
Victor and Detective Gates hadn’t got along. Victor had tried to offer him the high life, but he wouldn’t be bribed by him. When he’d set out to join the police force, Victor was the exact person he would hunt down, and shut down for good. He wouldn’t be swayed by money, instead he was swayed by his conscious. He couldn’t prove anything yet, but he knew that Victor was an evil man, operating dark deeds.
He’s studied him. Tried to follow his tracks, but he always came up with a dead end. But now that the missing girl had come from the park that Victor owned, Detective Gates was convinced the man had something to do with it. If not, he was certain they would still dig up some dirt on him.
He parked outside one of Victors many houses. It was a sunny afternoon and he would’ve rather been out lounging around, than being on the property of the one man he loathed. He ran a hand through his hair a habit stemmed from anxiety. It didn’t matter what he told himself, Victor always made him feel self conscious. The man was extremely intimidating with his looks and immense wealth. Detective Gates made a mental note he would be in and out of Victor’s house as quick as possible. All he wanted were a few answers to the questions he had, that would be it.
He stepped out of the car and walked towards the huge door. He rang the bell, and he was let in. Bradley led the detective to Victor’s study, where Victor drank a glass of brandy.
‘Ah detective.’ He smiled. ‘Can I offer you a drink?’
‘A bit early in the day, and I’m on duty.’
‘Well, it’s never too early for a drink. Life is for living. If you want a drink, one should always have one. But then again, like you said, you’re on the job.’ He walked around to the large oak desk, and sat in an equally large chair. ‘Please, have a seat.’ He nodded at the seat opposite him.
Detective Gates adjusted his tie, and then sat down.
‘What can I do for you?’ asked Victor.
‘I think you know why I’m here.’
Victor sat back and smiled.
‘It’s about the missing girl.’
‘Yes, that’s a sad thing. And for it to happen at my park is even more dreadful.’
The detective watched the way Victor avoided his eyes. He also noticed how he touched his face from time to time as he spoke.
‘Mister Adamovich, I will cut to the chase.’
‘Go on.’
‘You have tampered with the evidence.’
Victor looked at him a moment.
‘I know you have. Not all the tapes we retrieved from the park are there. There are some gaps in some of them.’
‘Are you accusing me of something, detective?’
‘Is there something you want to tell me?’ He looked him in the eye and this time Victor didn’t look away.
‘No there isn’t.’ He kept his gaze.
‘This is serious. A child’s life could be at stake, and you choose to lie to me.’
‘Do I need to ring my attorney, detective?’
Detective Gates knew it was a long shot getting what he wanted from Victor, but it had confirmed his suspicions. This meant he would keep a closer eye on, Victor Adamovich.
‘No, but you might.’
‘I see. I think Bradley will show you out now.’ He looked over at his right hand man.
‘Detective.’ Bradley opened the door.
‘I’ll be in touch. Don’t leave town.’
Victor laughed lightly. ‘You should consider working for me. We’d make a good team.’
‘I doubt that.’ The detective said without turning.
Bradley shut the door behind them, and was gone for a couple