"So...that's the guy?" I asked, cocking my head, analysing him. The man was sitting in the interrogation room, while I was standing outside, beside Castiel. In the IOF headquarters.

I was so happy that I got the incredible honour to see the inside of the IOF's UK headquarters. The exaggeration of me being very happy was solely because I got to be here; without Judy. She was behaving her normal self these past three days, acting as if she did nothing wrong. Meanwhile, I was totally fuming each time I saw her face.

I even tried annoying her sometimes. Like yesterday, I added another 6 to her apartment's door. 666. Anyone passing by could tell who resided in it.

But what satisfied me at that time in the car was Mr Ford's reply. "Okay, I'll get on it." That was it. Judy looked like she wanted to hear more but poor her, she got only five words out of Mr Ford, and that didn't even include a thank you or good job. I bit my cheeks at that time, so as not to laugh.

But I refrained from letting her accompany me anywhere else. And even when I came here, I told her not to bother because I would already have Castiel by my side. Surprisingly, Castiel simply nodded along and didn't give Judy any time to object. I simply hated him less sometimes.

Back to the subject, I continued analysing the suspect. I was trying to see if he had the murderer look. He was sitting alone in the interrogation room, with his handcuffs in one hand and the other clasped with the chair.

He was brought here yesterday, according to what Raphael told me. He was the suspect they got after taking the case in their hands. Meanwhile, Argan's supposed murderer was still unfound. Or the full team, that is.

"He was caught fleeing the prison a few hours after the escape of Rick Walds. But the interesting fact is that he was not a prisoner there. The officers there do not recognise him and do not know how he even got in. That's why it was a bit difficult trying to track him. What we assumed is that he help Rick Walds escape then he fled right after."

"Okay, but what are you waiting for? Interrogate him," I said.

"You think we didn't do it already?"

"Oh, you should have told me before, idiot. So what's the verdict?" I asked, turning towards him, meeting his glaring eyes. He didn't take casual insults lightly, but well, none of my concern.

He rolled his eyes and replied, "He refuses to speak English. He's Italian. We are waiting for another interrogator who's Italian. He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Pshh, you could have just told me to do it. Why wait?" I said, scoffing.

"I remember you having taken Italian classes in the first year of high school, Haelyn. A reminder; you failed."

"I know," I said glaring at Castiel. "I just didn't pay attention. But this time, I'm better. I have google translate," I nodded smugly.

"I think a person itself may be more reliable than that," I heard from beside me as a man entered. Oh, it was Shooky. Damn it's been a while since I saw him.

"Oh, you got the file on that guy? I thought you'd take more time," Castiel commented.

"Yup, there it is," Shooky said, approaching us with a file in his hands, "It was easy. I just ran his description in all police stations and got his information. I'll go in first and tell you later."

"Shooky, you're Italian?" I asked surprised. He did not really seem like one and his accent was kinda normal, that is British normal.

Both men looked at me weirdly. Then I realised.

"Well, you didn't tell me your name...so I gave you one," I mumbled and shrugged.

"My name is Lucio," Shooky said in a hard tone. He didn't seem to appreciate nicknames.

"A bit too late now, don't you think, Shooky?" I grinned.

He opened his mouth and then shut it again. He turned around and got in the interrogation room.

He sat across the suspect and put the file on the table. The suspect eyed the file, looked at Shooky and slumped back in his chair in a laid back manner. He looked a bit too at ease for me. How could anyone be like this in front of Shooky?

The interrogation started but I couldn't understand anything. So I sat down and waited for it to finish.

Finally, after fifteen minutes, the interrogation finished. Shooky came out and looked at Castiel. "We should discuss with the team a bit. Let him stay here for a bit till then."

"Okay, let's go," Castiel said, following Shooky. I started to move as well but Castiel turned back, making my head colliding with his chest. Damn stone wall!

"You stay here. It's a confidential discussion," he said and got out, shutting the door.

I sat down with a frowning face. I felt like an outsider. Oh, wait...I was.

I looked around. There was nothing to do here. They may take a while with their discussion.

Then I noticed the file that Shooky left behind. A big smile erupted out of my face as I took the file in my hands. I was going to open it but then I refrained and put it back on the table. They probably forgot it and will come to take it back.

I waited for ten minutes. No one came. I took the file again. This time, I opened it. The file had a lot of police reports and information about the suspect.

Giuseppe Boccaccio. He's thirty years old. Oh! He's an undocumented migrant? Interesting.

I flipped through the reports. He had gone in and out of police stations a few times before. I looked at him again. He was staring at the glass barrier. Perhaps he was wondering if there was someone here. Though he couldn't see me from inside, his stare made me uncomfortable.

I looked back at the file. He has been living in London for two years. Why would he refuse to speak in English? I narrowed my eyes at him again. He was definitely pretending. Should I tickle the answer out of him?

My hands were itching to do something stupid. I looked at the suspect then. He was still looking around, probably bored out of his mind. Maybe he needed a little chat.

I cracked my knuckles and grabbed the door handle. I opened the door to the investigation room. The suspect's head shot up, looking at me.

Trying to look as serious as I can, I took a seat. "Don't mind me. I'm only waiting for the rest to come. Why am I even explaining? You don't seem to speak English," I said and looked at him, waiting for his reaction. He just gave me a blank look. Oh, I see. Very well...

I leaned forward and slammed my hands on the table. "Stop pretending. I know who you are. You killed that man, right?" The suspect cocked his head at me as if confused. But I could see the amused look in his eyes.

"You helped that prisoner escape. But you also helped in his capture again, right? And let me guess. You and some other men took him to an abandoned building," I paused and looked at him. He straightened his posture with narrowed eyes at me. Good, I was on the right track.

"And you-"

Just then, the door slammed open. I jumped in my seat thinking it was Castiel. I looked around just in time to see Raphael in front of me. He dragged me by the arm outside and shut the interrogation room's door.

"Are you crazy? You are not supposed to go inside! What if someone else caught you there? And that man is a suspect for a murder case. You realise that he is dangerous, right? Thank God I arrived first or else you would have been kicked out of here by now," Raphael breathed out. A silence followed.

"Umm...I'm sorry?" I tried.

"What are you sorry for?" I heard Castiel's voice as he entered. Damn, the door was open! He looked like he didn't hear anything though.

"I looked into the file, that's why," I said. I didn't lie. I only told half of the truth. I glanced at Raphael, silently asking for his cooperation. He scoffed at me but didn't say anything more.

Shooky followed inside with two other agents. They went inside. They were talking about something with the suspect. Then the two agents made him stand up, putting the handcuffs on both wrists and took him out.

"Did you find him guilty? Where are they taking him?" I asked Castiel.

"He's an undocumented migrant. So we are deporting him back to Italy."

"Bu-but isn't he a suspect of a murder case? You can't let him go free like that!" I exclaimed. They were definitely not in their right mind.

Castiel and Raphael exchanged a look. They were hiding something from me.

Raphael shrugged. "Hmm, the IOF employees there will handle him. Let's go home now."

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I was sitting at the back of the car, chatting with Raphael who sat beside me. Castiel was driving in front with a scowling face. Poor boy, he got left alone in front.

Raphael was telling me about his training and work period in Turkey along with Castiel. At least he can speak a lot, compared to Castiel. I wouldn't be able to know all of this if I asked Castiel instead.

"Oh, and I should totally show you some of the photos I took. I'm quite skilled in photography. I left my phone at home so when we arrive, I'll show you," Raphael said grinning. I nodded and smiled back.

"And while you're at it, you should move back to your apartment as well. The A/C is working again now," Castiel inserted out of nowhere.

Raphael groaned. "Can't I just stay in yours from now on?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused, looking between them.

"The apartment in front of where you're living now is actually mine. I exchanged it with Raphael because the A/C in his apartment was broken. He cannot tolerate the summer heat. But now, the A/C has been repaired," he said looking at Raphael, "Time to return to your apartment."

Raphael fake sobbed. "What do I do, Haelyn? We'll get separated. I'm moving away!" he exclaimed dramatically, grasping my hand.

"Yeah away, like at the end of the floor, three apartments away," Castiel commented drily.

When Castiel wasn't looking, Raphael made a grimace at him while I tried to hide my laugh with a cough.

"Anyway, do you have anything to do tonight? We could order pizza and watch something to celebrate the reparation of the A/C," Raphael suggested.

"Sure, nowadays I only have paperwork at the office. I'm always free in the evening."

"Great! Being at the office all day must be boring. You deserve to chill a bit after."

"Yeah, can't wait till I move up from the paralegal position," I sighed.

"You're going to quit?" Raphael asked.

"No, well, I'll apply for another position in the law firm itself. I'm still not sure yet. I want to be a criminal investigator. If I don't get the position there, I will leave. Or maybe not. I can apply for the criminal lawyer position as well. I need more time to think," I replied. I was a ball of confusion.

"You can start trying for a few positions in other law firms or organisations. An L.L.B and criminal justice degree plus your three years experience as a paralegal would look good enough on your resume," Castiel commented for the first time.

I leaned forward near his seat. "How do you know what degrees I have and how much time I worked at the law firm?" I asked, frowning with suspicions.

"Oh, uhm," he coughed, "E-Eliyah said so. You know she can't keep quiet at all," he stammered.

I leaned back in my seat. Well, figures. I also used to get all information about him from Eliyah. Not that I asked.

☆☆☆

After finishing pizza, we settled on the sofa in front of the television. We were watching a random episode of Criminal Minds, we meaning Raphael, Castiel and I. Raphael had asked me to come to his apartment after he moved all his things back there but Castiel invited himself in. I would have normally complained but he was the one who ordered and paid for the pizza.

"Does watching crime shows help you lots?" I asked curiously while focusing on the television.

"Ehh well, sometimes it gives some clues or new insights I guess," Raphael said.

"We don't need a scripted show to help us. Reality does not work that way," Castiel replied after.

"Sure...," I drawled. "So how far have you advanced with the Argan Gregore case? I can't hear any improvements despite submitting more clues," I inquired.

"Our main focus is the Doctor we heard from your phone recording. It could be a doctor of the Wellsworth Hospital itself or in another hospital. But we are certain that it's someone from Wellsworth. We are watching all hospitals' activities closely," Raphael explained.

"And what about the names that I mentioned I heard?"

"The names Julian and Claris may be too broad of an idea to search. But we searched for a list of people with these names in all prisons and police stations. We are analysing the list and eliminating one by one," Raphael said.

"They may be searching for me right now. They already broke into my house twice. What if you guys use me as bait?" I asked, looking between them eagerly.

Both of them stared at me and then stared at each other and again stared back at me.

"No," both voices echoed.

"Why not-"

"It's late now. We need to go to sleep," Castiel interrupted and started standing up.

"Nah, I'll stay for some more minutes," I replied, leaning back.

"Get up," Castiel demanded and looked at Raphael who stood up as well.

"Yes, you're right. It's quite late. Time just flew by."

I huffed and stood up as well. I said bye to Raphael and followed Castiel out.

When we arrived near our respective doors, Castiel turned to me and said, "Do not ever think about using yourself as bait again. That's a dangerous game you should not be playing. Good night."

I stared at the closed door. Well...bummer. They had to admit though, it was a nice idea.

I opened the door and went in. Judy seemed to be sleeping. I went directly to my room, changed into my pyjamas and sat on my bed. I opened my laptop and clicked on the document titled Argan Gregore Case Details. I managed to recreate all reports and notes well, not that I mentioned this to anyone.

I went through the list of Doctors at Wellsworth Hospital that I had acquired some days back. I had to get more information on them to be able to suspect one of them. If I had to suspect someone right now, it was obviously Dr Martinez. He was the patient's doctor, always hated interviews and already built assumptions.

I closed my laptop and laid down on my bed, getting comfortable. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Thirty minutes later, I shot up in my bed at a sudden doubt. I got out of my bed and walked out of the apartment. I walked some metres ahead and knocked on Castiel's door.

But then I turned away. Maybe it's an insignificant doubt.

The door opened as I was thinking.

"Haelyn? What do you want?" I heard a puzzled voice.

I held up a finger. "Wait, I'm thinking."

I held my temples with both hands and gathered my thoughts. Turning around, I met Castiel's questioning eyes.

"So I have some suspicions..." I started, "or maybe not," I turned away again.

Castiel sighed and dragged me back to face him. "Just spit it out."

"Well, the other day, I was at the hospital and I met someone. And while we were talking, his phone rang. That's why I could be suspecting him," I stated and continued, "When I looked at his phone, I saw the name Claris on it."

"What is his name?" Castiel asked, frowning.

"Dr Alex Sullivan."

"Okay...I'll check into it. Go to sleep now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

I headed back to my room, my head heavy with thoughts.

"Oh, you shouldn't be going into forests in the first place. Such walks or runs do not always end nicely for some people," he advised.

Somehow, it no longer felt like an advice now, more like a threat.