"Mind your language, Mr. James. We have proof of Mr. Dylan's presence near the department. He was seen dragging the body to the storage room."

James was left speechless! The cops took the chance and cuffed Dylan, though he showed no restraint. Others were dumbfounded too, except for Noah. It seemed like he couldn't care less that his brother was arrested.

James was the quickest to get out of the trance and follow the cop's car, along with Clive and William. Noah just goes back to his room and David is trying to comprehend what was going on since the very beginning they decided to start this expedition.

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"But Mr. James, he was seen dragging the body to the storage room! What more proof would you want?" the cop was now getting tired of this midnight trip. He couldn't go back home to his wife because of this urgent case and now he was frustrated.

"And look at the guts! Murder in the police station itself." He remarks.

James rolls his fists, trying hard not to punch that bastard. William is the one doing the talking.

"I understand, officer. But the camera isn't that clear. This person is seen wearing a white coat. Do you have the white coat as proof? Let us assume it was Dylan. But was he seen murdering the victim? You don't have half of the details and you go on to assume he is the killer."

"Stop with this logic shit. Mr. Dylan was seen by a cop going towards that department with an ID. Surprisingly, we can put a case of identity theft on him too but we are letting it off. And secondly, it is true that he wasn't seen murdering the victim but he was seen dragging the body. The white coat has his hair on it. Why would he be dragging a body if not to hide it?" the cop looks at them with a smug look on his face indicating he had the last word.

"I want to see Dylan," James speaks after the long silence.

"Not today. Visiting hours are over." The cop goes back to his work.

"I am James Reed. You have heard of the name right?"

"Yes. I have also heard the name of Arthur Reed. And he is the one from whom I take orders, not his son. Now if you will excuse me, we have to tend to other matters."

He pushes James a little but he wasn't fazed by it. His mind was just towards how Dylan would spend one whole night in the jail lockers.

Clive tries to comfort James as they reach home dejected. David was awake but Noah was nowhere to be seen. They all thought maybe he went out for fresh air. William tries to call him but to no avail.

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"Family.....makes you do things that you will regret later...."

A voice suddenly makes Dylan look up. He was crawled in one corner of the jail cell. The cold ground was too hard for him to sleep on and he was missing James's warmth. The basin on the other corner had no water running so he couldn't wash his face too. His tears had dried out. It had a very different smell, a smell that was far away from home.

He looks up to meet the eye of his 'beloved' brother. He stands on his wobbling legs and goes closer to look at the face.

"Who are you?" He asks in a coarse voice.

"You don't recognize me? I am your brother." Noah shows his face, the dagger running through his nails, making an awful screeching sound.

"You are not the Noah I know."

"Well, it is true. You never know the person's true colors. Anyway, your brother wasn't always a saint that you thought he was." He still runs the dagger through his nails, making an awful claw-like sound.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" Dylan raises his voice but Noah looks back at him with sharp eyes.

"Don't you dare raise your voice, you peasant! I am still your older brother. Talk with respect!" and walks off. Dylan couldn't help but notice how the cops were asleep and it seemed like the time was passing slowly. As soon as he was out of Dylan's sight, the station went back to its original hustle and bustle.

It was strange. Noah felt like he was family but he wasn't.

He definitely wasn't Noah.

All Dylan could do was wait for James, the new morning and a new mission.

Who is this person posing to be Noah?