Dave's parents rushed into his room. He was still screaming at the top of his voice. "Hey, dear, what happened?" His mother hugged him tightly and was trying to console him. Dave pointed towards the phone. His father picked it up and saw it. Within minutes, the policemen gathered at their house. The commissioner was stunned after seeing that thing. "Do you still believe now that my son is in all this stuff?" Dave's father asked him. The commissioner got no reply. He quickly ordered some cops to reach Barrel's home as soon as possible. The cops reached there. Lady Lynda and Sir Oswald were shocked to see all of them breaking into their house during those night hours. She asked them a lot of questions, but they didn't answer anything. They dashed to Nick's room. The details of every second were being reported to the commissioner. The cops broke into the room.

"Sir, do you copy? There is no one. I repeat. There is no one. Not even the computers are on." A cop said.

They were all stunned after listening to that. "Then he must be operating from some other place." The commissioner said, "We need to find it." Then he called the hospital. The receptionist picked it up. "Listen, this is the commissioner of the police. It's urgent. Just tell me if the body of Nick Barrel is still present in the morgue room. Quickly!"

"Hold a minute, sir." She called for someone and inquired. After a minute, she was back on the line. "Sir, the body is safe here. It's been intact since last night." There was no reply from the other side. The commissioner had fallen on the sofa. His eyes were bulging out. "Impossible." A whisper came out of his mouth.

A cyber expert was summoned immediately. "It is sure that someone else is using his account." He said.

"Can you track its location?" The commissioner asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, get on with it."

A sea of computers encircled the cyber specialist. His fingers were moving faster than anything. Dave was still in his mother's arms. After two minutes of continuous effort, that expert said, "Here." He pointed at the red dot blinking on the map of Ravelston. "He is here."

*  *  *

The man, disguised as Nick, removed his headphones after winning a third time. "Oh God! This is really good. What do you think, Dave?" He chuckled. He was about to put on his headphones when he heard a beeping sound from one of the computers. On the screen, a dialog box was displayed in the corner. 'Your location has been tracked.' That man went through the details. "Oh shit!" He shouted and erased all the data from that night. The live stream was closed.

*  *  *

"Oh, no, no, no." The cyber expert said this while clicking the keys on the keyboard.

"What happened?" The commissioner asked.

"The stream has just ended. He logged-out. I think he knows we tracked him."

"He must be escaping. Hurry!" The speed of police vehicles exceeded, the engines roared, and the tires screeched, adding a tint of an exclusive hue across the rainbow crossing.

*  *  *

The man was fumbling for things. He pulled the mask he was wearing off and left it on the table. He grabbed a bag and stuffed as many things as he could. He was about to leave when his phone rang. He picked it up while gathering things. "I can't talk, Victoria. I'm in deep trouble right now. I need to hurry. I'm coming home." He left that place. As soon as he got out of the building, he rushed towards his car. A minute later, when Matt's car scooted out of that place, the police vehicles came in. They broke into that place. The policemen searched every apartment and finally found the right one on the third floor.

The commissioner could not believe his eyes on what he was witnessing. The room was filled with computers. It was terribly packed. Every inch of that room was used. It was a two-room apartment with no balcony. It was more like a prison. One of them looked for switches and turned on the lights. The stuff they saw around them was enough to drive someone mad. The room was filled with masks. Yes, masks. They were not superheroes' masks but rubber masks of human faces. The commissioner stared at them. A thought struck his mind. He had seen those. Then he was able to recall every detail of the scenario that was created in Edinburgh. The thieves used these masks to commit their illegal acts. 'So, this is their base. They operate from here.' He thought. There were even Lynda's, Bran's, Nick's, Nina's, Victoria's, Matt's, even the commissioner's face mask, and many others whom no one had seen. On the table was Nick's haunted face mask. Thousands of questions were hovering in everyone's mind.

'Who is this guy?'

'How did he get all these?'

'Was he making them?'

'Is he involved in something significant?'

*  *  *

That night, Kate was with Lynda at the Barrels' place. Kate had spent her entire day with Lynda. She made sure that Lynda did not creep into depression after Nick's death. The night was ending when Kate was about to leave. "Why now? It's too late, dear. You can go tomorrow," Lynda said.

"I'm sorry, Lynda. I have to go. Nina is alone with Podrick. I haven't seen her throughout the day. I just came here to look after you. You look fine now." Lynda nodded. They hugged each other. "Take care of yourself." Kate said.

"I can tell my driver to drop you," Lynda offered.

"Fine, but don't you have any problem with that?"

"No, of course not." Then she called her chauffeur and asked him to drop Kate off at her home.

When Kate left, Oswald came running to Lynda. He was panting. "What is it, Oswald? You look tense."

"I got a call. It's from the commissioner. He said that a guy named Podrick has told the police something secretive about you. He has proof, too. They'll be here at any time. He leaked this information to me to protect you. He has ordered you to run away." Lynda felt paralyzed. She knew what Podrick had told them. A day ago, her grandson got killed, and then a big problem was after her. Her mind was numb. She was unable to think of anything. Those monsters were after her, and she had to run for her life. Oswald asked, "Lady, what's the matter?" She could never dare reveal her past to anyone. She sent Oswald in for some reason. 'How am I going to run? I've got no driver at present.' She thought. Many ideas hit her, but they were very time-consuming, and 'time' was the only thing she was out of. She was standing at the entrance, and her eyes went to the stables. She knew what she had to do.

She was a professional equestrian. Very little time was left with her. She rushed to the stables, united one of the horses, jumped on its back, and eloped. She was pulling the strings every second to make it faster. After reaching quite far from her home, she turned around to check that no one was following her, especially Oswald.

Suddenly, a blinding glare of headlights fell on her face. She closed her eyes. The blaring horns were deafening. She didn't see the truck coming from the right, and the truck ran into her. The horse was blown, and so was she. They both lay lifeless. The truck driver came out and dashed towards her body. She was completely blood-stained. Her limbs were twisted. He kept on staring at the corpse and said, "You deserved this, bitch." It was Podrick.

Drenched in blood, she extended her hand towards that man. "Help me..." Her voice was barely audible.

"Sure. Why not?" Having said this, he crouched next to her, pulled out a dagger, and pressed it against her cheek. Without wasting time, he jabbed the dagger into her abdomen. Her body jumped wildly, and she tried to shriek, but he covered her mouth with his feet. He stabbed again in the same area and with the same amount of power before the blood could even start to pour from the incision. The corpse continued to bounce as he continued to stab it repeatedly. Upon the sixth stab, the corpse remained still. After removing the body from that spot, he left that place, whistling. He took out his phone, dialed a phone number, and said, "Work is done. She is dead."

On the other side, Oswald nodded in approval.