Kapitel 245: A Treasured Mask in a Forgotten Box

Meanwhile, at the Police Department, Garcia was feeling restless.

It has been almost a year since the attempt on Cynthia Evans's life as she was thrown into that river, the culprit was buried seven feet underground, the power struggles amongst the mafia groups that swarm under and around Washington DC had weakened them, allowing the police force to crack down on many. And Robinson's sons seemed to carry on with their life like modal citizens.

In a way, things have never been better!

"What's up man,"

Garcia who was chewing on his grilled sandwich tasting nothing at all looked up, "Hey Blake, nothing much, how are things down at forensics, any luck?"

Blake Lawrence's face darkened, "Not yet,"

"…Any theories?" Garcia asked, knowing all too well that Blake already had a solid one in his head.

"Organ trafficking…Why else would organized crime target children?" Blake grumbled.