text: "Please, I need to know where Steve lives so I can check on Vic," You plead.
  
  "Alright, since you're actually making an effort to be pleasant, he lives on 48 Kerr Road, but you didn't here that from me," Moira reveals.
  
  "Thanks Moira," you say as you quickly head out.
  
  You get into your car and drive off to Kerr Road. You know where it is since you use it to reach the grocery store in town. As you approach the house, you notice there is a car in the driveway blocking any other car from using it. In addition there is no parking on this street, forcing you to go to the supermarket, use their parking lot and then walking several blocks back to the house. You get quite annoyed of how complicated this is becoming but you need to make sure everything is OK with Victoria.
  
  When you're back on Kerr Road. You walk up Steve's house and ring the doorbell. A few minutes go by with no response, as you go to ring the bell again, you notice that near the door knob are scratch marks. Looking close you see that the wooden frame surrounding the door is damaged near the knob and the lock is broken, somebody had broken in. Worried about your sister you rush into the house.
  
  "Victoria!" You shout but there is no response.
  
  As you run down the foyer you notice out of the corner of your eye someone sitting in a lounge chair in a room to the right. You walk in to talk to this man when you notice that his throat is slit and a "W" is carved into their chest. You need to get out of here now!
  
  > find a back exit
  You run out of the room and head towards the back of the house hoping to find a back way out. At the end of the foyer is a glass sliding door that is already opened, whoever killed that man must have taken the same route. You dash outside and find yourself in the backyard. Still running at full speed you reach the chain-link fence surrounding the perimeter and are able to jump over it. As you jump you hear the sounds of sirens, the police have arrived at the house. You run across a few more yards before you feel you're a safe enough distance away and begin to walk back to the super market. You can only hope no one saw you enter or leave Steve's house.
  
  After making your way back home, you head into your room and sit at your computer. You begin searching for the internet for clues on who murdered the man back in Steve's house. You search for "murder victims with W carved in them" and along with seeing several graphic photos, you learn it is the MO of a crime lord named "Westfield". Further searching and you find a web page explaining who this "Westfield" is:
  
  Real name: Unknown
  
  Alias: Westfield
  
  Crimes believed to have committed or involved with: murder, human trafficking, drug trafficking, drug dealing, armed robbery, illegal gambling and extortion
  
  Bio: Westfield runs a gang simply called "Westfield's gang", operates in several counties but base of operation is believed to be in Van Hove. One of the gang's most famous MO's is carving a "W" on the body of people murder by them. Due to real name and appearance being unknown, rumors of West actually being several people have circulated along with rumors that several high ranking members of the Van Hove police are on Westfield's payroll, hence the lack of progress on catching or even identifying the crime lord. Van Hove Police have denied these allegations and internal investigations have turned up no evidence.
  
  You turn off the computer. While the details aren't clear you know that Westfield is connected to your sister's disappearance. Calling the police would be the most logical choice, but if the rumors about some of them on Westfield's payroll are true, you could put yourself and Victoria in danger. A second option is to do an independent investigation, Victoria used to have a friend named Sophie Glass, their friendship ended when Sophie developed a drug problem and got involved in the seedy underworld where Westfield would reside. It's extremely dangerous, but being under the police's radar might save Victoria.
  
  > call the police
  Trying to find your sister and possibly going up against a wanted criminal would be suicide. Corrupt or not calling the police is the more logical thing to do. You pull out your cell phone and call 911
  
  "911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.
  
  "My sister is missing and I think Westfield murdered her boyfriend," You answer.
  
  "I need your name, sister's name and sister's boyfriend name."
  
  "I'm Ben, Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve, I don't know his last name."
  
  "What's your address?"
  
  "219 Okonedo Street."
  
  "Alright, I'm sending someone over."
  
  Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a young women with light brown hair in a bun and eyes also light brown. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.
  
  "Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She questions you with a no non-sense demeanor.
  
  "I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.
  
  The detective walks in and turns her attention back to you.
  
  "I got to admit, I'm a bit confused here, you called in saying your sister is missing her boyfriend has been murdered and you think the notorious Westfield is behind it, do you mind telling me in detail what happened?"
  
  > tell the truth
  "When I woke this morning my sister was missing, I waited around a bit for her to come home, around two I went to see her best friend Moria to see if she knew, it turned she had a boyfriend so I went to his house to see if she was there, the lock on the door was broken and I walked in, I found who I believe was Steve sitting in a chair with his throat slit and a 'W' carved in his chest, I freak out, ran out the back door, I heard police sirens but I had parked a couple of blocks away at a grocery store so I assume they didn't notice me and then I came home, when I learned that the W was a trademark of a violent criminal named Westfield I called you", You tell honestly.
  
  Carla gives you an odd look, as if trying to figure out what you said was the truth or not. After a few moments the look goes away. "I believe you," She decides.
  
  "You do?" You respond somewhat surprised.
  
  "I deal with liars all day, I've developed a talent for sniffing out lies, and I can tell you're being honest."
  
  "So is this Westfield behind my sister's disappearance?"
  
  "All evidence points to that, we should-"
  
  Carla stops in the middle of her sentence. You hear the sound of footsteps approaching the front door.
  
  "Get to the back of the house!" Carla demands.
  
  "What's going-"
  
  "Go!"
  
  You sprint to your bedroom while Carla follows. "Stay the fuck down!" she continues to order.
  
  You quickly hide under your desk as you hear the sound of your front door being kicked in. Footsteps get close to the bedroom as Carla pins herself against the wall adjacent to the wall. A man with a gun walks in, completely unaware of Carla, he still fails to notice her as she points her gun at his head and pulls the trigger. Your stomach is immense pain due to the combination of fear and the site of seeing the man's brains getting blown off. A second set of footsteps is heard outside.
  
  "I know you're out there asshole" Carla yells.
  
  "Detective Northcutt, there is no need to worry, I'm under strict orders to bring you in alive, Ben if you're in there, the same goes for you," The man calls out from the hallway.
  
  Carla steps back and turns facing the wall. She points her gun at it and fries through it, you hear the sound of the man scream and then a thud. "These fuckers never seem to realize walls aren't bulletproof," Carla states.
  
  Slowly you emerge from out under the desk. "What the fuck is going on?" You yell.
  
  "Calm down, Ben"
  
  "Don't tell me to be calm, my sister is missing, there are bullet holes on my wall and two fucking corpses in my house."
  
  Carla walks over and grabs you by the shoulders. "Those were Westfield's men, when you called in about the murder, your sister disappearing and that you believed Westfield was behind it, I took the case so that an officer on his payroll couldn't get to you first, however someone in the department tipped him off where I was and what I was doing, so those thugs were sent to deal with me and you as well since you're a lose end, now right now you're the only person I know who is on my side and I need you to get a grip."
  
  You take a deep breath and recompose yourself.
  
  > say "Westfield has cops on his side?"
  "Westfield has cops on his side?"
  
  "Yes, it's an open secret, when I became a detective, some of the officers tried to convince me to join their team, I didn't and then they tried to convince me not to interfere with anything related to Westfield's gang, I didn't and they responded by making sure I got shit assignments and never moved up in the force, that didn't stop me from trying to bring this monster down, you're lucky I was able to respond that call, another hour and my shift would've been over and who knows what would've happened to you, anyway I guess that was the last straw for them, so they sent those goons to kill me and you as a loose end"
  
  "Why not go to FBI? You suggest. "There has to be someone high enough up who isn't on the take."
  
  "It would just be their word against mine, there's more than enough of them to portray me as some overworked paranoid detective, destroying any credibility I have, even if the FBI where to do an investigation they wouldn't find anything because they don't want to find anything, it's always been easier to pretend a problem doesn't exist then actually fix it."
  
  > say "What about Steve's murder?"
  "What about Steve's murder?" You wonder.
  
  "Homicide won't get anywhere with that case, if a cop isn't being paid off, then they are most likely scared shitless of the ones who are, that 'W' that is carved on Steve isn't a trademark, it's a message to the police to back the fuck off," Carla points out.
  
  > say "What do we do now?"
  "What do we do now?" You ask Carla.
  
  "First thing we need to do is get out of here, if we stick around more of Westfield's grunts are going to show up" Carla warns.
  
  The two of you head out of your bedroom and into the hallway, the man Carla had shot through the wall lays on the ground when he begins to groan.
  
  "Holy shit he's still alive" You say in amazement.
  
  Carla walks to him, takes out her gun and points it at him.
  
  "Where's Westfield?" Carla interrogates.
  
  "Versweyveld...Chemicals...his office...is in... the administration... building" The man revels.
  
  "How do I know you're not fucking with me?"
  
  "He'll...kill you...if you...go...there...you...should leave...town" The man says before succumbing to his wounds.
  
  Carla checks his pulse and confirms he's dead.
  
  "Getting that information was easy" You notice.
  
  "The police have likely known Versweyveld chemicals has been Westfield's base of operations for years, if they had wanted too they could've brought him down a long time ago, the place is on the outskirts of town, we need to get there now"
  
  Before you head it Carla walks into the kitchen and rummages through the drawers, pulls out a steak knife, and places it in a hidden ankle holster under her pant leg.
  
  "Just in case," She answers the question you were thinking.
  
  The two of you head out of the doorway into the front yard.
  
  "We need to take your car, they'll spot a police car a mile away" Carla tells you.
  
  You go inside to grab your car keys, while you're doing that Carla grabs a shotgun out of her squad car, when you unlock the car doors she places it in the back seat.
  
  "Just in case" She informs you again.
  
  "What exactly is the plan?" You ask with uncertainty in your voice.
  
  "We go down this chemical plant, I'm going to find Westfield and then I'm going to kill him, if Victoria is there, I'll get her out if she is there, if not, I'll at least be able to find out where she is, finally I'm going to find something that will prove certain officers are linked to Westfield" Carla lays out.
  
  "Don't we need a warrant for the evidence to count or something?"
  
  "There's a journalist named Ryan Walker, if we find something proving corruption he can publish an article about it and the FBI will be forced to investigate"
  
  "How come you trust me?"
  
  "I said earlier, I've dealt with liars, I've also dealt with criminals, people with ulterior motives and plenty of scumbags, you're none of those things, not to mention I have very few people on my side right, now if you're done asking questions I'd like to get going."
  
  You get into your car while Carla sits in the passenger seat. Night has fallen as the two of you drive to Verseweyveld chemicals. The drive is mostly silent as you're solely fixated on making sure Victoria is rescued while Carla mentally plans how she is going to break into a place that is mostly likely filled with armed guards who will shoot on sight. After about twenty minutes of driving you arrive near the entrance of the chemical plant, but far enough away to avoid being spotted. The plant itself consists of several buildings and is surrounded by a razor wire fence. The sole way in and out is through an open gate with a security booth behind it.
  
  "Keep the headlights off, if I'm not back in half an hour, you get the hell out of here," Carla instructs.
  
  "And go where?" You inquire.
  
  "As far from Van Hove as you can get."
  
  Carla grabs the shotgun in the back seat and gets out of the car, the detective walks through the entrance of the gate and arrives at the security booth. She points the gun at the doorway of the booth and a man walks out with his hands up, they briefly talk before Carla hits the guard with the butt of the shotgun, knocking him out. She searches the guard and takes his gun off him, you begin to wonder if it's determination or obsession that is driving her. Carla walks further into the courtyard of the plant and vanishes into the darkness. Thirty minutes later she has yet to reappear, you need to decide what your next course of action should be.
  
  > drive off
  Carla told you to get hell out of dodge if she didn't return and you decide to do just that. You make a U-turn and drive out of town, not bothering to return to your house. After an hour of driving you figure you're a safe enough distance away from Van Hove and stop at a motel. After checking into a room, you lay on a bed too tired to figure out what to do next and doze off. For the next two days your life is hiding away in the motel, not stepping outside and using your debt card to have food delivered. It's not all that different from the way life was before, except now you have even less social interaction and you are confined to a much smaller space. Late afternoon on the second day you hear a knock at the door, through the peephole you can tell it's a police officer, you don't if this a good thing or a bad thing, but you do know you can't keep this life of hiding in a motel room forever so you decide to open the door.
  
  The officer had a patch on his uniform that says "V.H.P.D" and his tag read "Miller".
  
  "You can come back to Van Hove now, Ben," The officer informs you.
  
  "Who are you?" You demand to know.
  
  "There's no need to fear me, I mean at first we were going to kill you but after he cooled down, the boss gave specific instructions to let you go back home and live out your life, providing you keep you're mouth shut of course, hell we even took care of the 'guests' you had over, you're quite lucky, the boss is almost never this generous."
  
  "How'd you find me?"
  
  "We just searched every motel in the county, it was quite easy"
  
  "What about my sister and Detective Northcutt?"
  
  "Victoria's at the Van Hove city morgue, waiting for someone to claim her, the boss was kind enough to allow to give her a decent burial, as for Northcutt, well the less you know the better"
  
  "Why did Westfield take my sister?"
  
  "Son, questions like that are going to get you in a heap of trouble, best to just let it go"
  
  Officer Miller walks out and heads to his police cruiser in the parking lot while sit on the bed and process everything that has happened.