At Avron mansion,
Anya was amused and impressed by Aarvi Evans's team members who had started working on finding the shooters as soon as they heard Aarvi's offer to her team.
The team had managed to brush through the surveillance footage of the archaeological site. Since none of the cameras were close to the explosion area, they failed to get a clear picture of the two men who had arrived and departed on a two-wheeler.
Hence, the team noted the time of their arrival and departure and the route used. Then tracked back, explored multiple footages, and found a clear picture of the bike registration number, whereas the men were wearing full helmets.
As soon as Anya contacted Aarvi's team, another team in Coasta quickly got on with work to capture the men.
While waiting for the update, the lady from the team asked Anya over the voice call, [Mrs. Matthews, did you get the prestigious award for being an excellent cop or a cyber security expert?]
Anya: "…"
She agrees that the team was amazing and their coordination was impeccable. But why did she sense the disbelief and suspicion in the tone?
Her lips curled up accepting the unsaid challenge. Her fingers quickly flew on the keyboard of the laptop that was in front of her.
Another man asked, [Are you truly Skye?] Another doubtful tone.
The same lady asked without giving any time for Anya to respond. [How good are you with technology?]
Another young man's voice followed, [Would you mind if I challenge you to a hacking competition?]
The line fell silent for more than two minutes other than the clicking sounds of the keyboard. Before the other end could assume that Alvin must have bought the award for Anya, they gasped loudly looking at the large screen in their room.
Anya tilted her head looking at the pretty girl dropping the chips packets, looking at her wide-eyed and mouth agape. A man was grim for hacking them. Another man was in disbelief without understanding why their system didn't alert them of the intruder. Whereas the last man barely glanced at the screen and ignored them.
"Well…" Anya's voice trailed, "Do you still need an answer to your questions?" She smugly questioned.
She was Skye and indeed flexing her skills. How dare they look down on her? She was taking their help because Aarvi offered it. She was better on the network but she was clueless about the country.
[The challenge?] A man in his mid-twenties recovered from the shock and hopefully asked.
Anya glanced at the time in the corner of the laptop screen. It was dinner time and she was tired after a long day. Zane might need her beside him to sleep in the new place. So she didn't accept the challenge. Her fingers flew on the keyboard and pressed enter. She uttered, "January 18th." She didn't disappoint the man.
It was an invitation for the Unstop Hackathon to compete with top experts worldwide. She will be participating in it after her physical and psychological tests are conducted. She had won thrice in a row. She needs to test if her skills were rusted while romancing her husband.
[I'm in.] He excitedly responded.
It wasn't late when they got an update that a shooter was caught. As soon as they got another shooter's contact number, they easily tracked the location of the mobile service to catch the man and found the call log.
Anya's face darkened looking at the international code of Narnia. Recalling the shareholders' meeting at Matthews Industries, Anya's doubt about Casper increased.
What if somebody was diverting Alvin's attention away from the country? Anya didn't want to take any circumstances lightly. However, she didn't worry as Ean was in the country.
The team had to look into the Narnia mobile network and reported, [John Richard.]
Anya never heard that name. She was thinking of asking Alvin or dropping a message to her team to find the person. Nevertheless, a man from the team spoke gravely, [A decoy.] The number was registered to one person while the number was used by another person.
Anya saw an old man's picture appear on the laptop screen. From the humble look and clothes, she could guess he was labor class.
Shortly, another man spoke, [The location of the number is around the Mathews Mansion.] They know the Matthews' are Anya's in-laws so they fell silent after uttering the name.
Anya kept her calm and sincerely thanked the team. She went downstairs, disgusted by Casper Matthews. She had thought he wasn't corrupted to do anything illegal and she was wrong.
Sighing to herself, she was looking around for the guest room when she heard her son's giggle. Amused, she stood by the door of the kitchen and watched Aarvi give something for Zane to taste who hummed enjoying the taste, "This is tasty, Mrs. Rivas." That made Aarvi Evans glow in happiness.
She went to find her husband without disturbing them. The attack was in one country, the mastermind was from another country, and the legal battle would be complex even if they complain.
Country A would ask them to take the case to Narnia as they are from Narnia and Casper might abscond from attending the court trial.
Narnia would ask them to solve it in country A as the shooters and explosion was in Country A. It would be a lengthy, tiring process to get support and permission from any of the countries as it wasn't a national issue.
Anyhow, she wanted Alvin to decide what he would like to do with Casper as the four people lost their lives due to Casper, and three staff were injured. They might have to see how Rivas and Arrow Trucking companies would handle the situation.
Entering the guest room, she saw her husband sitting on the bed in a loosely tied bathrobe after a bath. A soothing smile graced his face when his eyes landed on her. He tossed his mobile aside and beckoned her.
Her eyes roamed on her sexy husband. His unclad muscular chest and the visible ab lines were tempting. But Anya suddenly felt exhausted meeting his eyes. She sauntered to Alvin and fell on him, wrapping her hands around his neck.
Alvin could have held her but let her relax in his arms as he lay on the bed. "Exhausted!?" He asked, gently caressing her cheek, brushing the strands of hair away from her face.
Anya murmured gloomily, "It's Casper Matthews." She wasn't hoping for Casper to be behind it. "The location of the calls and the confession of shooters -" were the evidence.
Alvin flipped her down before she could complete her words. He went on top of her and looked at her dulled gray eyes. The back of his fingers continued to caress her pink cheek, without understanding what was happening in her little brain.
Shouldn't she plan out the legal procedures to bury Casper in shame and pay for the lives of the four men?
He pointed out calmly, "You should be angry, Little Donut." But she was sad.
Did something else happen?
Anya pursed her lips looking at his cognac eyes. He neither showed anger for the mess caused by Casper nor looked sad because Casper was his father.
She sighed another time and revealed, "I- In the beginning, I hoped to bring you close to your family." But everything was irreparable.
Did she fail to mend their relationship or were they irredeemable?
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