Run on Shadow's Edge

Rey Lima's background story in the police force can only be described as 'tragicomic' to denote something that is both laughable and a victim at the same time. He entered the police force relatively young and his first assignment in one of the precincts he was assigned to was to 'fist punch' one of the robbers they collared that day. He learned that all policeman had to go through that freshman rite of testing their knuckles for the sole purpose of pure" fun and pleasure" of their superiors. But that first incident was totally unexpected.  It did not end well for Rey after he forcefully kicked the robber several times to his abdomen. He was clueless he killed him after the pressure to 'f_ck him up really good' fog up his mind. When his colleague told him to stop, the robber was on the floor bloodied and motionless. Then his superior made him lie by forcing him to write a false report- that the robber wrestled with him with his gun. He did follow every instruction while the othe

It was 3 pm of Thursday when Colonel Riva arrived at the morgue for the examiner briefing. The young forensic Jorge Velez was already waiting at the entrance of the morgue and  was the  first to greet him." Good morning, Colonel.""Good morning young man," the colonel replied.The bearded sixty-year-old doctor-examiner wore a lab gown and look exhausted from what seems like an apparent lack of sleep. He was heavy set and moving about is slow from an aching joint in his knees. Even though he was obviously tired, he was glad to see the Colonel beside him. He immediately started the briefing after opening the thick plastic covering on the  cadaver.  The dead body was even more grotesque looking as it sit on the embalming table."I have taken to considerable length to fully examine the nature of the injury. The multiple stab wounds were fatal and it collapsed both his lungs. The heart too was hit. But I saw this in his hands. Look closely

Jorge Velez was in his office examining the flow of incidence in his weblike storyboard.    Earlier, he had dispatched two of his team members to various locations to verify the evidence they gathered at the crime scene.  He had Miles Sanchez doing the inquiry on the background of Henry De La Vega. While the other team members -Lyca Menendez,  were sent  to check the community CCTV for clues. He looked at the melange of  photos of the dead. " Who are you, really?" he asked. The more he gazed at the forensic photos, the more he felt something seemed out of place.  The murder of Henry De La Vega was the second killing he investigated in only a short span of time and whether this is a form of serial killing is important to be resolve  in order to predict where and when it will happen next.  This is  a big puzzle to fill and the missing pieces are nowhere. He needed people in his team to fan out and ask the right questions.His ce

Lyca Menendez was just eight years old when she remembered that night."Lyca, honey, let's go."Her mother was holding the wrapped gift she bought. They were still inside a big mall."Dad's waiting in the car."Lyca was gushing over  one of the pretty dresses at the store."Mom, is it possible that Dad can buy me this wonderful dress for my birthday?"It was a bright yellow dress with a large ribbon at the back."Wow, that surely will look good on you, Lyca. ""Think so?""Yes little lady. Come on, we are late at the party. I promise we will come back here next week so you can try that on.""Okay, Mom." At the mall parking lot,  Lyca's Dad was talking to someone on  his phone and Lyca could immediately  sense something was wrong."Is Dad okay?" Lyca asked her mom."Get in the car, Lyca." Which she did quietly going in the back seat.Her mother was just

Jorge's cell phone vibrates on his desk. He picked it up and quickly slumped on his chair. Earlier, he texted Miles to call him right away after he got the "out of coverage area" noticed on his phone when he tried calling him."Jorge, this is Miles. We got a problem."It was direct. Blunt. Quizzical. And perhaps would entail a plethora of details that borders on the complex and the obscure. But it has its silver lining. Just like what Colonel Riva said, the most complex things might just have the more basic answer and it can naturally be found. They just have to look at it, perhaps, in a different eye.Miles was calling inside his old Volkwagen beetle still amazed at how things fell into its rightful place. But it border on the negative."Miles, go ahead. I'm listening."The fat IT guy was in the corner digitizing the video that was sent by Colonel Riva. The screen on his monitor were slowly scanning the video images and the calculation given would