After a while I came back to my office and saw a file on debt. "Officer Charles told me to give it to you," I nodded and the man left. I walked up to my table and took the file in my hand.
'Damon Volkov, CEO of Lightwing Enterprises. One and only daughter Jezelle Volkov.'
It must be Jezelle' s file but the name Damon Volkov sounded familiar, I knew that name but I can't remember how. Its like a memory hiding in the fog in my mind. Something that's way too stubborn to show itself. But in this condition I can't trust my mine either as it had played enough games with me. Yet something is there, in the back of my mind. Something real rather than an illusion.
I shut my eyes tight and focused on remembering it, a memory that was buried deep down, hidden.
"Give us what you stole from Mr. Volkov or you kid is going down the cliff," One of the men demanded while the other holding a child, ME!, near the ledge.
"Leave my child" Dad pleaded.
Head spinning, car screeching, I saw the car going down the cliff.
"Dad!"
I gasped and blinked fast as I came back from the memories. I didn't remember what happened before the car went down the cliff. I never did. Once I have heard my therapist telling my mom that it was better for me to not remember those things. But now some of the pieces are connecting.
I drove back home ran up to my room and started to look for my old diary. Eventually I found it. I searched through the pages and then found what I was looking for.
Yes I was right it was never an accident. They killed him.
And I will find who was behind it…
Soon…