"Please, I need to know where Steve lives so I can check on Vic," You plead.


"Alright, since you're actually making an effort to be pleasant, he lives on 48 Kerr Road, but you didn't here that from me," Moira reveals.


"Thanks Moira," you say as you quickly head out.


You get into your car and drive off to Kerr Road. You know where it is since you use it to reach the grocery store in town. As you approach the house, you notice there is a car in the driveway blocking any other car from using it. In addition there is no parking on this street, forcing you to go to the supermarket, use their parking lot and then walking several blocks back to the house.  You get quite annoyed of how complicated this is becoming but you need to make sure everything is OK with Victoria.


When you're back on Kerr Road. You walk up Steve's house and ring the doorbell. A few minutes go by with no response, as you go to ring the bell again, you notice that near the door knob are scratch marks. Looking close you see that the wooden frame surrounding the door is damaged near the knob and the lock is broken, somebody had broken in. Worried about your sister you rush into the house.


"Victoria!" You shout but there is no response.


As you run down the foyer you notice out of the corner of your eye someone sitting in a lounge chair in a room to the right. You walk in to talk to this man when you notice that his throat is slit and a "W" is carved into their chest. You need to get out of here now!

You find a back exit

You run out of the room and head towards the back of the house hoping to find a back way out. At the end of the foyer is a glass sliding door that is already opened, whoever killed that man must have taken the same route. You dash outside and find yourself in the backyard. Still running at full speed you reach the chain-link fence surrounding the perimeter and are able to jump over it. As you jump you hear the sounds of sirens, the police have arrived at the house. You run across a few more yards before you feel you're a safe enough distance away and begin to walk back to the super market. You can only hope no one saw you enter or leave Steve's house.


After making your way back home, you head into your room and sit at your computer. You begin searching for the internet for clues on who murdered the man back in Steve's house. You search for "murder victims with W carved in them" and along with seeing several graphic photos, you learn it is the MO of a crime lord named "Westfield". Further searching and you find a web page explaining who this "Westfield" is:


Real name: Unknown


Alias: Westfield


Crimes believed to have committed or involved with: murder, human trafficking, drug trafficking, drug dealing, armed robbery, illegal gambling and extortion


Bio: Westfield runs a gang simply called "Westfield's gang", operates in several counties but base of operation is believed to be in Van Hove. One of the gang's most famous MO's is carving a "W" on the body of people murder by them. Due to real name and appearance being unknown, rumors of West actually being several people have circulated along with rumors that several high ranking members of the Van Hove police are on Westfield's payroll, hence the lack of progress on catching or even identifying the crime lord. Van Hove Police have denied these allegations and internal investigations have turned up no evidence.


You turn off the computer. While the details aren't clear you know that Westfield is connected to your sister's disappearance. Calling the police would be the most logical choice, but if the rumors about some of them on Westfield's payroll are true, you could put yourself and Victoria in danger. A second option is to do an independent investigation, Victoria used to have a friend named Sophie Glass, their friendship ended when Sophie developed a drug problem and got involved in the seedy underworld where Westfield would reside. It's extremely dangerous, but being under the police's radar might save Victoria.

You call the police

Trying to find your sister and possibly going up against a wanted criminal would be suicide. Corrupt or not calling the police is the more logical thing to do. You pull out your cell phone and call 911


"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.


"My sister is missing and I think Westfield murdered her boyfriend," You answer.


"I need your name, sister's name and sister's boyfriend name."


"I'm Ben, Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve, I don't know his last name."


"What's your address?"


"219 Okonedo Street."


"Alright, I'm sending someone over."


Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a young women with light brown hair in a bun and eyes also light brown. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.


"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She questions you with a no non-sense demeanor.


"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.


The detective walks in and turns her attention back to you.


"I got to admit, I'm a bit confused here, you called in saying your sister is missing her boyfriend has been murdered and you think the notorious Westfield is behind it, do you mind telling me in detail what happened?"

You tell the truth

"When I woke this morning my sister was missing, I waited around a bit for her to come home, around two I went to see her best friend Moria to see if she knew, it turned she had a boyfriend so I went to his house to see if she was there, the lock on the door was broken and I walked in, I found who I believe was Steve sitting in a chair with his throat slit and a 'W' carved in his chest, I freak out, ran out the back door, I heard police sirens but I had parked a couple of blocks away at a grocery store so I assume they didn't notice me and then I came home, when I learned that the W was a trademark of a violent criminal named Westfield I called you", You tell honestly.


Carla gives you an odd look, as if trying to figure out what you said was the truth or not. After a few moments the look goes away. "I believe you," She decides.


"You do?" You respond somewhat surprised.


"I deal with liars all day, I've developed a talent for sniffing out lies, and I can tell you're being honest."


"So is this Westfield behind my sister's disappearance?"


"All evidence points to that, we should-"


Carla stops in the middle of her sentence. You hear the sound of footsteps approaching the front door.


"Get to the back of the house!" Carla demands.


"What's going-"


"Go!"


You sprint to your bedroom while Carla follows. "Stay the fuck down!" she continues to order.


You quickly hide under your desk as you hear the sound of your front door being kicked in. Footsteps get close to the bedroom as Carla pins herself against the wall adjacent to the wall. A man with a gun walks in, completely unaware of Carla, he still fails to notice her as she points her gun at his head and pulls the trigger.  Your stomach is immense pain due to the combination of fear and the site of seeing the man's brains getting blown off. A second set of footsteps is heard outside.


"I know you're out there asshole" Carla yells.


"Detective Northcutt, there is no need to worry, I'm under strict orders to bring you in alive, Ben if you're in there, the same goes for you," The man calls out from the hallway.


Carla steps back and turns facing the wall. She points her gun at it and fries through it, you hear the sound of the man scream and then a thud. "These fuckers never seem to realize walls aren't bulletproof," Carla states.


Slowly you emerge from out under the desk. "What the fuck is going on?" You yell.


"Calm down, Ben"


"Don't tell me to be calm, my sister is missing, there are bullet holes on my wall and two fucking corpses in my house."


Carla walks over and grabs you by the shoulders. "Those were Westfield's men, when you called in about the murder, your sister disappearing and that you believed Westfield was behind it, I took the case so that an officer on his payroll couldn't get to you first, however someone in the department tipped him off where I was and what I was doing, so those thugs were sent to deal with me and you as well since you're a lose end, now right now you're the only person I know who is on my side and I need you to get a grip."


You take a deep breath and recompose yourself.

You say "Westfield has cops on his side?"

"Westfield has cops on his side?"


"Yes, it's an open secret, when I became a detective, some of the officers tried to convince me to join their team, I didn't and then they tried to convince me not to interfere with anything related to Westfield's gang, I didn't and they responded by making sure I got shit assignments and never moved up in the force, that didn't stop me from trying to bring this monster down, you're lucky I was able to respond that call, another hour and my shift would've been over and who knows what would've happened to you, anyway I guess that was the last straw for them, so they sent those goons to kill me and you as a loose end"


"Why not go to FBI? You suggest. "There has to be someone high enough up who isn't on the take."


"It would just be their word against mine, there's more than enough of them to portray me as some overworked paranoid detective, destroying any credibility I have, even if the FBI where to do an investigation they wouldn't find anything because they don't want to find anything, it's always been easier to pretend a problem doesn't exist then actually fix it."

You say "What about Steve's murder?"

"What about Steve's murder?" You wonder.


"Homicide won't get anywhere with that case, if a cop isn't being paid off, then they are most likely scared shitless of the ones who are, that 'W' that is carved on Steve isn't a trademark, it's a message to the police to back the fuck off," Carla points out.