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Chapter 11
By Inu Yasha
John Lydon had returned to his office. He sat behind his desk, pondering what to do now. But for some reason, he wasn't able to think clearly. And he knew why. Not only had his good friend and the driver of his car been murdered, also his precious catch, Darian Ashley, had escaped. Like sand, he's slipped through my fingers, Lydon thought grimly. So close, so unbelievably close...
"Enough. I won't get anywhere if I keep whining like this all day," Lydon said to himself. "Ashley has probably joined his friends by now...I'll trace them...and kill them on the spot." He smiled when he said this, although he didn't think it was funny.
Lydon set to work immediately. He ordered a patrolman to take him to the place where Ashley was seen last. He didn't quite know what he sought there, nor how it was going to help him. Even so, he simply felt that if Ashley had left a trace, it was there to be found. And so far, his instincts had never lied to him. Because this, he thought, was his occupation, and his only reason to live. A detective. One with a mission.
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