Sebastian Wright, the patriarch, emerged from the study, his face a mask of calm authority. "What's the meaning of this?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the three officers.
Sebastian's wife, Catherine, the matriarch, entered the room last, her eyes scanning the space before coming to rest on the officers. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern.
Decker stepped forward, his badge held high. "Mr. and Mrs. Wright, I'm Detective Decker, and these are my colleagues, Alvin and Captain Larcon. We apologize for the intrusion, but we need to speak with you about a matter of great importance."
Sebastian's expression turned questioning, while Catherine's gaze darted between the officers, her eyes searching for reassurance. "Please, what's this about?" Sebastian asked, his voice firm but polite.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, with the family members exchanging worried glances. It was clear that the officers' presence was unexpected, and they were all wondering what could be important enough to warrant a visit from the police.
Decker's expression was somber. "I'm sorry to inform you that your grandson, David Wright, has been found dead in an alley."
The room erupted into gasps, shocked murmurs, and tears. Catherine's eyes widened in horror, while Sebastian's face crumpled in grief. The rest of the family members looked on in stunned silence, struggling to process the news.
"That's a lie!" Oliver Wright's voice was firm, yet laced with a mix of shock and denial as he walked in the room. "That's not possible. I just spoke with David earlier tonight. He's fine."
He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Decker's, searching for answers. Jenny Wright followed closely behind, her face etched with worry and confusion.
The room was filled with tension, as the family members' grief and shock began to give way to confusion and desperation for answers.
Decker's expression remained somber. "I'm afraid the body was found in an alley near the Red Light district. We believe the deceased is David Wright, but we'll need a family member to formally identify the body to confirm."
Oliver's eyes widened in horror, and he took a step back, as if punched in the gut. "No...that can't be right. You must be mistaken."
Jenny's voice was shaking. "What...what happened to him?"
Decker's tone was gentle. "He was shot Three times, We're still investigating the circumstances surrounding his death. We'll need to ask you some questions to help us piece together what happened."
Just then Sebastian's face contorted in rage and grief, his fists clenched on the armrests of his chair. "Whoever did this to my grandson, I swear on my name, I will make sure they pay for this. They will suffer for their cruelty."
His voice was shaking with emotion, and his eyes blazed with a fierce determination. The room fell silent, with the family members looking on in shock and sadness.
Catherine tried to calm him down, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Sebastian, please..."
But Sebastian's anger and grief had taken over, and he couldn't be soothed.
Captain Larcon's voice was calm and authoritative. "Mr. Wright, I understand your anger and grief, but I implore you, please, do not take any actions that would compromise your well-being or obstruct the investigation. We will do everything in our power to find out who was responsible for David's death and bring them to justice."
He paused, his eyes locked on Sebastian's. "Let's work together to get through this, shall we?"
The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Sebastian's response, as the tension between him and Captain Larcon hung in the air.
Sebastian's voice was thunderous , echoing through the mansion. "Who the f_ck do you think you are to come into my house and tell me what to do? I want the three of you to leave, get the f_ck out now!"
He slammed his fist on the table, his face purpling with rage. "Guards! Get these intruders out of my house right now!"
The guards rushed in, responding to Sebastian's outburst. Decker, Alvin, and Captain Larcon exchanged a glance, their faces neutral, before turning to leave.
"We'll be in touch, Mr. Wright," Decker said calmly, as the guards escorted them out.
remained palpable. Sebastian's anger and grief hung in the air like a challenge, daring anyone to speak out of turn. Catherine approached him cautiously, her voice soft.
"Sebastian, darling, perhaps you should sit down. This is...this is overwhelming for you."
Sebastian's gaze cut to her, his eyes still blazing. "Overwhelming?" His voice was laced with incredulity. "My grandson is dead, Catherine. Murdered. And these...these people are more concerned with procedure than finding the monster who did this."
The room fell silent once more, the weight of Sebastian's words hanging heavy. Oliver's face crumpled in grief as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "No...no, this can't be. My son...my boy...David..."
Jenny rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him as they both collapsed into sobs. "My baby...my baby boy..."
The room erupted into a cacophony of wails and cries as the reality of the situation sank in. Sebastian and Catherine looked on, their faces etched with pain and helplessness.
Sebastian's voice was shaking as he tried to offer some semblance of comfort. "Oliver, Jenny...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."
But Oliver and Jenny were beyond consolation, consumed by the devastating news that their son was gone.
Oliver's eyes blazed with a fierce determination as he stood up, his face red and puffy from crying. "Father!" he spat, his voice venomous. "I want revenge. Call the Core."
His words sent a chill through the room, and Sebastian's expression turned calculating. "Oliver, I understand—"
"I don't want understanding, Father!" Oliver's voice rose to a shout. "I want justice. And if the police can't or won't deliver it, then we'll take matters into our own hands. Call the Core."
Sebastian's eyes locked onto Oliver's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, with a slow nod, Sebastian pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "It's Sebastian. We need the Core to investigate a matter."
The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of menace. Jenny's eyes widened in alarm, but Oliver's face remained set in a determined mask. "We'll find out who did this, to David," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And they'll pay."
What's going on?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Oliver's gaze never wavered from Sebastian's face. "We'll get justice, Jenny. No matter the cost."
Sebastian ended the call, his expression unreadable. " Someone from The Core will be here soon. They'll find out who killed David and make them pay."
The Core. It's an elite, highly secretive organization that operates under the Wright family's umbrella. Their existence is a whisper in the shadows, a rumor that only surfaces when it's time to collect a debt or settle a score. The Core's operatives are the best in the business – ghosts, hackers, killers, and strategists. They're the ones you call when you need a problem to disappear, a situation to be handled with precision and finality.
Their methods are brutal, efficient, and always calculated. They don't just eliminate targets; they erase them, leaving behind a trail of carefully constructed misdirection and deception. The Core is feared and respected in equal measure, a silent specter that haunts the underworld.
When the Wright family says "justice will be served," The Core is the instrument that serves it. And when they're called upon, you can be sure that the outcome will be... decisive.