All Chapters of Mask Off: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Maybe it was the way he took his time to study the case. Maybe it was the first impression seeing dead Becky gave to him, but he showed even more zeal in exposing the culprit behind the deaths, no matter the cost.He was getting ready for the end of his shift, had gone to get a burger and juice, not doughnuts, those are for patrol police. His phone began to chime.“Hello, Detective Jones here, who am I speaking with?”“Hi Jones, would you like to find the culprit behind Becky's murder.”He first thought this was a silly joke. Who would wake up one morning to point out a killer the whole city had been searching for?“Yes,” there's no crime in wanting to know what they had to say.“Then I think you will love to see this,”He recognised the voice almost immediately, Andre.

Justice is a friend of no man.He is also a stranger to all.You seek him but never find,You find him only to lose him.In the end, you settle for vengeance.Most people believe to protect your home, make the thief the security, he would not steal because he will be too busy stopping others from stealing. The government too thinks this way. They pick the people supposed to be arrested, offer them jobs at the bureau while the civilians willing to stop the guys like the ones they put in the bureau end up with a crappy desk a singular mug and a coffee maker too old that the coffee tastes like plastic deposits.They had to work double the time to catch petty thieves who are actually locals trying to survive the hard times. While the suit men dressed in all colourful colours of black and shades walk in glorious wealth after a life of crime.

Andre's POVI had made the deal with the devil, yes, I know that. But sometimes, the devil can be a faithful ally considering you have other demons out there hunting you. The question I couldn't figure out was, why me? Why come for a low-class writer who is confined by the chains of the world and is yet to even have his own bloody life in place. I was caught up in things I couldn't understand, set up by someone, my best friend. Maybe I should storm into her house, choke her till she confessed. Do I even want her locked up? Do I want the secret that I had kidnapped her in the first place, out in the open? My thoughts rampaged through all nerves and cells, dissolving me into a world covered in uncovered mysteries. Could I really be the killer? I don't find myself capable of doing such but I also never found myself capable of kidnapping and worse of all, the thoughts I have now, the urge to rip Christy off her skin and spread them out on the

Christiana's POV:"Come on Ben, we're going to be late," her little British accent almost pulled him to his feet instantly but being the strong head he was, he was reluctant to move. "I don't want to go. I don't want to have dinner, I am tired of this place, I want to know my parents." He brushed his arm through his eyes, wiping the tears away as he stared at the long lonely road separating them from others."Don't be stupid-" she sat close to him, staring into space as he did, "-I want to find my parents too, but what if they don't want me?" the sadness grew more in her but she was to make him smile, not make him cry."Then they are assholes for not wanting you," Benjamin cursed."Us-they are assholes for not wanting us. For not searching for us," She pointed out just as she turned to him. His sobs were down and even though he still was moody, he was a little br