To whom it may concern,

Here you can find all proof and evidence I have regarding the EVACIDE forum case.
The text I'm sending is composed from transcripted phone recordings, journals, forum entries, photos, social network content and private information of different members of the forum with links and login information.
This drive is set with a simple interface designed for dark web browsing and secured from any tracking activity. I've tried to compose all of the information in a coherent whole as a story. Story about the dark web forum which was first investigated by the Camden poice department 4 years ago.

I'm Endrice El Sayed and I live in a small town on the balkan peninsula with predominantly muslim population. I had a sister called Eva. She is responsible for all of the events described in this story.
The investigation started on (19.10.2018) in Camden, MAIME.

Dean L. Michel was walking his dog that day. He always told me he puts a jacket on his dog if it's below 10 celsius. His dog is very fragile. Has a bit of a long snout for a lab, he might be mixed, not sure. His name was Duke.

Endrice

Camden, MAIME 2018 (19.10.2018) 9:00 am

The weather wasn't too bad but not a lot of people on the beach at this time of the day nevertheless. There was only one couple on a bench hugging in the distance. Dean passed in front of them and only after a few meters he heard the boyfriend yelling:
“Yo mate!”
Dean turned around and gave them an eyebrow raise with a quiet: ”Hey.”
“Could you please do us a favour?” the boyfriend said while making inviting gestures. The girl kept quiet and just shifted her gaze from Dean to her boyfriend and other way around. Red eyes. Were they crying or smoking, Dean wondered.
“I'm Gregory and this is Jenny.” The guy offered his hand with an awkward grin on his face.
“I'm Dean, nice to meet you.” Dean replied as he was shaking their sweaty hands. They must be anxious as I am, Dean thought.
“We just need for you to take our picture darling.” Janny spoke finally.
“Sure” Dean replied. Gregory was going through his backpack and pulled out a digital camera.
“This is your weapon soldier!” He gave it to Dean.
Dean was studying the camera when Gregory cut him off. “Just press gently and hold this button until it makes the sound and then click all the way.”
“Yeah I know… I just” Dean was mumbling. The couple stood up and went towards the water. Gregory hugged Jenny and asked her: “Is this a good spot?”
“Perfect” Said Jenny, eyes watery.
“Wait!” Gregory yelled and ran towards Dean. He took the camera and put it on filming. “Better take a video” Gregory whispered into Dean's ear and winked at him as he was backing off to his initial pose.
Whatever, thought Dean.
“Ok, go!” Gregory said as he hugged Jenny tighter and put on a wide smile. Dean pressed the button. There was a bit of stillness before Gregory put his hand behind his back. Dean was looking through the lens and it appeared as Gregory pulled something from his back pocket.
A Gun. Through the lans Dean saw Gregory shot Jenny in the head and right after he put the gun into his mouth and blew his own brains out. It took exactly 2 full seconds for Dean to drop the camera after Gregory shot himself. Duke was barking. Dean was paralysed.

Dean pulled his phone and dialed 911 immediately. "Hello, I just witnessed a murder and a suicide." Voice shaky."I'm on the beach. Right after the Camden Yacht Club." Dean waited the longest 6 minutes in his life.

“What do you know about the couple?” The officer was asking the same question for the 4th time now.
Sam J. Dunn, an officer from homicide with 30 years of experience in the department. Sam was pretty expressionless, but still gave some weird vibes to Dean.
“I don't know anything about them. I've already told you, I just met them and was doing them a favour. They just asked me to record them and I did it.”
“Didn't you find it strange they asked you to record them and not just take a picture?” Asked Sam with his monotone voice.
“Yeah, I did. But what should I have done, they asked me for it and I just did it. It was actually the guy that suggested for me to record, the girl didn't even know. She was thinking I'll just take a photo. But I just thought he will play some prank on her for more views on their vlog or something.”
“Alright. So you are positive you just met them now right?”
“Yes.”
“OK. Do you know what else might be on the camera?”
“No, what?”
“Here have a look.” Sam pulled a yellow envelope under his desk and pushed it to Dean.


“Oh shit!” Said Dean gasping. There was around a dozen photos of him walking the dog on the beach. They seemed to be taken in the last month or so, judging from his clothes and the weather.
“You weren't aware of these photos being taken?” Sam asked.
“No, I didn't know I was stalked.” Said Dean while going through the photos.
“Alright, and what do you think about this?” Sam pulled a zip bag with a piece of paper inside. The paper had a bit of blood on it. Dean took the zip bag and froze when he saw it.
“Message to Mr. Dean: Listen to the Gray Knight.” Was written on it.
“It is written by the girl,” Sam continued as he closely watched Dean's reaction. ”We confirmed her hand-writing. Does the name Janny Willberg ring a bell?”
“No it doesn't.” Dean was getting more nervous. “They have planned this! Where did they get my name! Why did they do this to me?!”
“Does the “Gray Knight” mean something to you?”
“No it doesn't,” Dean was upset and shaking by this point. After a pause he continued. “Wait, am I suspect?”
“No. For now you are just a “person of interest”, you are not a suspect. You are free to go home but we will be contacting you again. Keep the phone close if we need to call you. I wouldn't be worried about this, go home and get some rest. If you remember anything else don't hesitate to call. Thank you.”

Sam was on his desk looking through the evidence. Jane, his colleague, entered his office. ”We have the boyfriend identity. His name is Gregory Collins. He is from a Belfast up north, as Jenny. They were really a couple,” Jane was talking while Sam was staring at the photos. “We have statements from the parents of the two. They are obviously shaken up by this whole thing. They said Gregory and Jenny never fought, or had major problems. Background check showed Gregory does not have any history of violence or mental illness. No criminal record whatsoever, both are clean. Highschool sweethearts.”
“I'm mostly confused about Dean.” Sam continued while still watching the photographs. “ They targeted him for this. And it seems like the girl was onto it. It's clearly her handwriting on the note.”
“Yeah,” Jane agreed. “And you might find this interesting. They found a usb flashdrive with a key from a bitcoin vault in Janny's room with a note saying: “To my sister Erin,” Erin is twelve and nobody has idea where could Janny get so much money. It's estimated around 420000$ in bitcoins. Also we found 4.2 grams of marijuana.”
“Hmmm,” Sam finally made eye contact with Jane. “so Janny was involved with drugs. Let's see how the autopsy goes.”
“Maybe,” Said Jane while moving out of the office, she paused for a second and turned around “We are heading for lunch, you coming?”
“Nah, I had something earlier.” Said Sam and returned to the pile with evidence.

“Hello Sam,” Dean called Sam immediately after receiving the mail. Nobody else knew about the Gray Knight, it must be legit. “It's Dean. I have some...hm, news?”
“Yes, hello Dean. What kind of news?”
“I have received an email.”
“Email? From who?”
“I don't know, but it's signed as the Gray Knight and there is a picture of my late father in it. With.. some sort of poem.”
“Hmmm,” Sam paused and took his time to think for a bit. “Did you tell anyone about the Gray Knight?"
"No, I have not!"
"OK, would you mind coming to the station to give a statement? You will be able to log in the mail service from here to show us the mail.”
“Sure. But… Sam... I'm scared Sam!”
“Listen, you shouldn't be worried, I'll set up some security outside your house at night. Just come here and we will talk.”
“OK.” Dean hung up and started to get ready.

“Take a seat Dean,” Sam welcomed Dean to his office. “Here's a laptop for you, can you log in to your mail service please?”
“Sure.” Dean replied as he was typing his mail and password.
“Hm. The mail is encrypted. I'll send it through our IT specialists, but I doubt they will be able to trace it.” Said Sam.
“Am I the rabbit Sam?!” Dean was breathing heavier now. “Am I going to die?”
“Calm down Dean. Nobody is going to die.”
“But there, it says: “The rabbit will die in pain!”
“Let me ask you something Dean.” Sam pulled his chair out and took a seat opposite of Dean. “Have you ever had some contact with narcotics? You don't need to lie to me if you used yourself, this is a homicide investigation and I'm asking you for your own safety.”
“Well, I have smoked some pot in the past. But nothing major.”
“Have you had contact with dealers?” Sam asked. “I advise you to be honest with me on this one, you better protect yourself than some dealer who might know whats going on.”
“No, I quit that shit ages ago.”
“We found some evidence leading to that inside Janny's room.”
“What kind of evidence?”
“Nevermind, You can write your statement here,” Sam pulled out a bunch of papers and a pen and hand it to Dean. “After that you are free to go. It was a good call that you've contacted me.” Dean left a short statement and left. Sam was lost in his thoughts. He printed out the poem Dean received and put it on the board. “Who is the gray knight? Did Jenny had some gang on her tail? Does Dean know something and not telling?” Jane knocked on Sam's door and interrupted his thoughts.
“We have the autopsy results.” She handed the papers to Sam. “Jenny is clean, Gregory is having marijuana traces. No marks or any other clues other than the shot wounds from the shooting.” “Thank you, Jane.”

As soon as Dean open the door Emily jumped to hug him. He hugged her back.
“Hey, we have 3 episodes left from season 2 now” Said Dean as he was pouring cider over the glasses with ice cubes. “Yeah I know,” Emily said as she put down her backpack and sat on the couch.
“I'm sure the mother knows something.” Dean continued. “Did you notice the look she gave to the officer when he talked about her son?”
“Yeah, I did.” Emily was clearly not interested in the show they were binge watching.
“I have a theory though. It's far fetched but I think the mother is having an affair and the murders are done by her lover.” Said Dean.
“Maybe,” Said Emily as she lost her focus in the distance thinking before she snapped out of it and continued. “I want to talk about us. I've been feeling very isolated lately. Even before what happened to you. I really think you should be more open to me if you want this to go somewhere.”
“You don't know what happened, Emily! I think it's not over and maybe for the first time in my life, I'm really scared.”
“Tell me then! Tell me what happened!”
“They had my photos on that camera. The camera I was recording them with. They had my pictures on it from the past month or so. Every morning when I was walking my dog they were stalking me. They didn't just pick me up for “the favour” They planned and targeted me.” Dean was explaining while Emily looked concerned. “Also I got this creepy email. It's connected to the murder.”
“What email?” “It had a short poem written. But it was signed as gray knight. The same name which was written in the note the girl wrote for me before the murder.”
“Wait, what knight,” Emily jumped from her seat. “What did you say?!”
“I said, it was signed as the gray knight.”
“What was the poem, tell me!”
“Here see it for yourself” Dean opened his laptop and showed Emily the email. She started shaking as she was reading.
“We have to go there. I have to show you.” Emily was pacing back and forth. “You have to see this.”
“See what Emily?”
“We are going in the jazz bar. Let's take your car.”

“Pastorius” wasn't a ordinary jazz bar. It had cheap beer which was its main selling point. It stank, but that's underground. Packed with young poor people and decent music it was the place to be for the alternative bunch.
“Here Dean, come!” Emily was dragging Dean through the bar holding his hand, she was headed to the toilets. “It's in the girls toilet.”
They got in quickly. On the back of the door of one of the toilets there was a sign with big red letters.
It said: “Follow the Gray Knight.”

“Can I help you?” The barman was getting ready for his day.
“Coffee. Black. No sugar. Sam made his order and sat at the bar. “Do you always open this late?”
“Yeah, young folks don't get up early.”
“Makes sense. Where are the toilets? ”
“Way back by the pool table. One door, you can't miss it.”
Sam left his jacket on the chair and went to the toilets. Opened the door of the women's room and immediately saw it. It was conveniently placed in the center of the door about 160cm above ground. “Hm, he is close.” Sam mumbled to himself as he was taking the picture.
“Do you know most of the people that come here?” Sam asked the barman as he was getting back to his seat.
“Well, I know some but not most of them. Young generations change fast, the moment you think you know someone, he is already replaced with younger version of himself. Nobody comes back here after a certain age.”
“Have you noticed someone that jumps from the crowd coming by lately?” Sam asked.
“Hm,” The barman placed the hot coffee on a paper napkin. “nothing that I can think of."
“And who do you think left the note on the toilet door?” Sam was writing in his little notepad.
“Little brats, thats who!” The barman got agitated. "fuckers spray paint the bar as if it's their moms picture books."
“OK,” Sam drank his coffee in one go."thanks for the coffee and your help." Sam left bunch of bills and left.


Intertwined between the sheets Emily started talking while Dean was breathing heavily. “Do you think we can ever get the way we were?” Emily asked as she was staring at the ceiling. She was feeling guilty about feeling good. All this drama Dean was into made him more vulnerable and she enjoyed that.
“I'm not ready to have this kind of pillow talk right now.” said Dean.
“Do you know that I've never seen a falling star.” Emily continued.
“Are you serious?”
“Maybe it's because I always keep my head down.”
“What are you trying to say?” Dean was getting impatient.
“This is not easy for me too you know!” Emily replied.
“You have to make everything about yourself. Let's go for a drink.” Dean said as he was putting his pants on.
“Wanna go to the jazz bar? We might get close to our guy.” Emily said with excitement.
“Sure, I wonder if we want to though.”


Dean and Emily got some more moscow mules, they wanted to let some steam out. They made some small talk with a couple of friends they knew but after a while they went on the small patio in the back to talk.
“This whole thing seem so surreal.” Emily brought the conversation to the recent events.
“Yeah, I wonder what will happen. I thought this thing is over, but apparently is not. That's making me nervous.”
“Look at that kid, he is so drunk.” Emily interrupted Dean pointing in the direction of a kid who walked like he had too much to drink.
The kid was heading to the patio, before he had a chance to say anything he threw up in front of them. He was mumbling something.
“Is he ok?” Emily broke the silence.
“Yo, do you need some help?” Dean shouted at the kid.
“Dude… I'm just… my mom man.. fucking mormons.” The kid tried to make a sentence.
“It's OK. Come sit with us.” Emily invited the kid while making a cringing face to Dean.
“Are you from around? Can't remember seeing you around.” Asked Dean.
“Yeah well, not really. I'm on vacation, I have some relatives here. Do you maybe have a napkin or something.“ The kid said as he was looking at Emily's purse.
“Sure, here have some water too.” Emily pulled out paper napkins and a bottle of water and gave it to the kid.
“I'm sorry. My name is Simon. I come from a town in the west. Around 300km from here. No offence but I don't like it much here. My mother is raising me alone and she is a mormon. She sends me here because my aunt is a mormon too. I fucking hate them all.”
“How old are you? Aren't you supposed to be at school during this period of the year?” Dean asked the kid.
“I'm homeschooled. Basically I live in hell.” Simon replied sipping his water. He put down his backpack and pulled a small high-class laptop from it.
“Wow, nice laptop. Your not doing so bad after all.” Said Dean with smug tone in his voice. In his head he painted a bratty kid who is taking things for granted.
“I both my own laptop. My family didn't give me shit.” Simon replied.
“OK, if you say so. I wonder how can a kid your age make such money but whatever.”
“Dude. You will not last a day with that attitude.” Simon replied with a grin on his face.
“What?! What the hell you are talking about.” Dean raised his tone.
“Nevermind homie. Come let me show you this.” Simon got closer to Dean, he connected a flash-drive to the laptop and the TOR browser opened. Simon wrote a password and black interface website appeared with the letters EVACIDE on top of the page.
“You must think browsing the deep web is making you tough.” Said Dean arrogantly.
“Not at all. I stay away from it mostly. But this thing is very interesting. It's a forum called Evacide. It's basically an ARG. Do you know what ARG is?”
“Enlighten me.”

“Well, the abbreviation stands for Alternate reality games. It's basically a real time game that expands on multiple platforms as blogs, video channels, real world places and events. Everything goes basically and the game is formed as it is played. It can be influenced by the players so it can change turns. It's usually very boring, but from time to time there are jewels like this.” Simon started to gain his composure.
“OK, dude. I will like to be left alone with my girlfriend right now before I get angry. You seem fine now, off you go.” Dean was suspicious as Simon was wasted only moments ago and now he seemed like he didn't drink at all. He found his rambling about nerdy online games off putting.
“Yeah yeah, I'm going. I just need to show you something that I'm sure you will find interesting. Here have a look.” Simon tilted the laptop to Dean. Dean was in shock. There was a photo of Dean and Dean's father with a memorial for his death and under the photo was written: "Like father, like son."


“What the fuck is this?! Where did you find this?” Dean was upset.
“You better not lie, this is serious business. There is a murder and police involved,” Emily treatend Simon and pulled the laptop from him onto her lap. “Dean, see who posted the photos.” She pointed out to "Gray_Knight" username.
“Fuck. What is this website? How did you find this?” Dean grabbed Simon by the shoulder.
“Chill dude damn. I know nothing about any murder. I got the link for the forum from an online buddy on 4chan. It's an ARG game I've told you. I have one more invite if you want me to send you.”
Dean pull out the phone from his pocket and called Sam.
“Sam, it's Dean. You should come. There's this kid with a website on which mine and my fathers photos are being posted. Yeah will we wait for you outside,” Dean put his phone in the pocket and grabbed Simon by the arm. “You are coming with me.”
“Fuck dude. Where are we going?”
“To the police.”


“Simon, I want to tell you that this is not a joke. You are involved in a murder investigation and you better tell me everything you know. Let's start with the forum. Tell me everything you know about it.” Sam was interrogating Simon while Dean and Emily waited outside on the bench.
“I got the link from an online buddy from 4 chan couple of months ago. On the link there was only a window to create an account. You choose a user name and a password, pretty basic stuff. I made an account because I was curious.”
“What's the name of your friend who give you the account?”
“Her nick is I_live_for_your_moms_cock. I don't know him in person. I met him on 4chan.”
“How do you know it's a him?”
“I'm not sure, but that filthy mouth made me think...”
“What happens on the forum?”
“It's an ARG game. Mostly we solve puzzles and do tasks, some of them are online and some of them are real world puzzles. We were told that this is only level 1, and if you are worthy you can level up.”
“What kind of puzzles and what kind of tasks?”
“Well, the latest one was to find Dean and show him the forum. I needed to recruit him for the game. I didn't know anything about the murder he witnessed. I just thought I needed to recruit him or that he knows about it and it's some kind of test.”
“You mentioned that you cannot invite anyone you want. You only have one invite link.”
“Yes, I already gave it to Dean. He just needed to write "new world is rising" to his connection, which is on the link I gave him and he will have the login code.
“Yeah and he gave it to me. From what I can see there's nothing here, just the photos and other dead threads. I will confiscate your account and use the one meant for Dean also. We will keep in contact for the time being. Trust me boy, this is bigger than you think and you might be in danger. So you better tell me everything and cooperate.”
“Yes sir.”
“Don't log in anymore, I'll manage the account and work from there. You stay at your aunt and call me when you plan to leave! I need to know everything you've done and said there.”
“I have a bitcoin account. They paid me for the tasks. Nothing illegal. They made me send few letters with poems and mail them to different addresses and now this. They promised to pay me double.”
“How much did you got for the letters?”
“1400$ in Bitcoin. They promised me 3200$ if I find Dean and give him the link.”


Commissioner Michael was younger than Sam. He didn't hold much of an authority to Sam. Michael didn't like Sam but knew the old wolf was the only competent cop under his belt so he didn't have much choice.

“You are fucking insane!” Sam stormed the office of commissioner Michael.
“Watch your mouth Sam.”
“You cannot close this case, it is way bigger than we thought, I finally have this lead and you are shutting me down? Fuck you!”
“You are way over the line Sam, do you want to go on vacation for the season? You have a dead body without a lead and you are obsessed with online game blogs. Fuck you!”
“That is a dead whore and I'm onto something bigger and you know it. You can put David on the whore or whoever you want, just don't mess this for me.” Said Sam.
“David is too slow and I have pressure on this case. We need to solve this fast as we have a tourist season and we cannot afford to mess around, the pressure is coming from the mayor's office. Also, the slut is a client of the big guy and he is personally interested in solving the case,” Michael made an apologetic face and shrugged his shoulders. “I shouldn't remind you to be discreet about this.”
“Just don't wrap this up yet. I'll take them both.”
“As you wish Sam, but don't lose your mind over this.”

Jane knocked to Sam's office but didn't wait for his response and entered. Sam didn't get his head up from the laptop. “Here are the additionals for Ms. Blondy. Looks like she was a close to more than just the mayor. She had connections to few more people in that circle.” Said Jane and put down the papers on the desk.
“Party members?” Sam asked without moving his eyes from the screen.
“No. Members from the baptist community church. Isn't ironic?”
“Mmm...maybe.” Sam giggled while he was typing frantically on the laptop.

“So nice for you to join us.” Jane slightly stood up greeting Sam to the table.
“Yeah, nice breeze out here.” Said Sam and greeted both Jane and Marice with a handshake.
“Jane told me about the dark web case.” Marice said while chewing on the croissant.
“Yeah?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. Hanging around kids games websites sounds fun.”
“There's another murder… I mean body,” Sam was searching for words. “It's actually another suicide invloved.”
“Who is the victim,” Marice chuckled. “I mean the suspect.” Both Jane and Marice burst in a short laughter before Jane saw Sam's face going red. Uncomfortably they put their heads down and returned to their lunch.
“It's a vlogger. He killed herself while live streaming. Evacide blog had the information, live stream link, active comment section. All set up before he commit the suicide. They all knew it would happen and they were waiting for it.”
“Any traces on Evacide?” Marice was more serious now.
“Nothing much. They run anonymously. But unlike most of criminal websites on dark web they don't have centralized management. ”


2001 the Balkans

“Let me show you something else then,” Said Eva, sitting on the bench in their yard and typing on the laptop. “I can't believe I did this. This girl actually showed her face. Hahaha!” Eva turned the laptop and adjusted the lid so her sister can see.
“They are big.” Said Endrice.
Both with the hijab on and green eyes, the twin sisters looked like unpacked barbie dolls.
“They are beautiful. I want to have big boobs when I grow up.” Said Eva.
“We will either both have it or not.” Endrice pushed her breasts the way a push up bra does it.
“True that haha,” Said Eva while typing on the laptop. “She is such a whore. I want to embarrass her.”
“I want to do more things to her.” Endrice said while glancing at the photo Eva was pointing at.
“If we play this right, we can do anything with her.”

Original timeline:




“I think you will be interested in this!” Sam didn't even heard Jane walking in his office, he only noticed when she slammed the picture on his desk.
“What is that?” Sam asked.
“Some anti-system loony killed himself pretty creativly and left a note on the wall. Just thought I can tease you for it. They found him this morning.

“Thank you Jane, can you please excuse me.”
“Cannot you just acknowledge my contribution?”
“Not now Jane!” Sam yelled.
“Hm, didn't guess it was that meaningful.” Said Jane and left the office. Smirking.

3 weeks earlier:


Sam puts the key he got from the safe in the garage.There is a box with a washing machine, big metal barrel and a tool box next to it. He puts them down into his pickup, locks the garage and throws the key into a specific dumpster he was told about in the link and goes to the address. When he rang the bell there was a young man in white shirt and black pants.

“Hi, you didn't take you too long, bonus points!” Said the guy smiling. Hair tight and glasses, he looked like fresh accountant.
“Thank you.” Replied Sam.
“I'm Jeremy!” Said the freshman offering a hand shake.
“I guess this is for you. I'm Sam” Said Sam.
“Sure. Set it up in this room.”
“ I will,” Sam was unpacking the box and going through the tool box. “What is this for Jeremy?”
“It's all part of the game buddy.” Jeremy stopped pacing and looked suspiciously towards Sam.
“What game?” Sam asked.
“The game of life of course,” Jeremy said with a dumbfounded facial expression now. “Just do your thing man.” Jeremy said and left the room.
“It's all done!” Sam yelled.
“OK, thank you dude. See you on the other side I guess.”
“Yeah. You mentioned a game of life, what is that about?” Asked Sam while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
“OK, now you are freaking me out. Your job is done here, I would like to get out of my house.”
“Tell me what game? What's the point of the game?” Sam insisted.
“Get out!” Jeremy pushed Sam out of the door way and slammed the door.
Sam tried to pick through the front window. The curtains were too thick but he heard the machine drum motor starting to roll.

Back to original timeline:

“There are 7 cases that I've connected so far with the forum,” Sam was pacing inside his directors office. “You have 4 people dying on social media and 3 off camera. All with messages either written or recited before death that are somehow connected to the forum.”
Declan Doyle was his long time supervisor and considered Sam a friend. He is younger than Sam but career driven fellow. Declan hold more respect for Sam than the other way around and it was hard for him to give orders. Sam didn't make it easy for Declan.
“How many of which are suicide?” Asked Declan.
“All of them.”
“Sam, I respect you. I even like you. Please don't make this difficult. You have 2 years to pension. I know this sounds like a case, but you said it yourself, we cannot track any of them. I cannot contact the International service without any real leads you know that!”
“You cannot shut this down, this is huge!” Sam raised his voice.
“Few more weeks, Sam. I need a suspect, person of interest or some kind of lead at least, with evidence not just 3 random people someone on forum gave it to you!” Declan stood up and came closer to Sam. “ However, I have been ordered to give you 20% raise. That will influence your pension too. I'm not sure how, but you are a lucky bastard.” Declan tapped Sam on the shoulder.
“Who ordered this?” Sam sounded suspicious.
“I'm afraid I cannot say, but it's way above us. Let's say they were very happy about your job on the prostitute case.”
“Alright.” Sam exited the directors office.

“Jane, can I see you for a minute.” Sam called Jane on his way to his office.
“Sure.”
“What's up?” Jane asked as she came in.
“Do you find it strange that we had such a hard time with the prostitute case until recently? And then, out of nowhere, the case practically solved itself.” Sam asked as he was opening his laptop.
“Sometimes we just get lucky.” Jane shrugged.
“Seems too good to be true though. The suspect came from another town. He confessed to everything and on top of all he brought his own bag with evidence. How often does that happen?”
“Practically never, but doesn't mean it's impossible. It was his first murder after all, maybe his conscience got the better of him?” Jane said.
“I doubt it. Seems more that he took the fall for someone else.” Sam said.
“But it was his fingerprints and hair DNA. It was clearly his doing.” Jane said.
“It was his doing, but I think he was instructed to do the exact thing which he has done.” Sam said.
“Who would spend a lifetime of prison for someone else and for what prize?” Jane said.
“That's what I want to find out. Make an appointment with the prison, I want to see him and question him again.” Sam said.
“I see what I can do.” Said Jane as she exited the office.

Sam walked in the cell. Nicolas Vier, convicted of murder of the prostitute Lucy Owen was sitting in a chair by the desk untied. Vier seemed happy, although it was the first time for him to be in jail. That just threw Sam into confusion.
“Where are you from Nicolas?” Sam asked.
“Moldova.” Said Nicolas in a calm demeanor. He seemed content, almost happy.
“When and why did you arrive here in the states?” Sam asked.
“I came to America on 19.03 four years ago.”
“How and why did you get here?” Sam asked.
“I had some connections that arranged the visa for me.”
“What were you instructed to do after you came to the United States?” Sam asked.
“I was asked to stay in a hotel.”
“And after that?”
“After that, I asked for a slut.”
“And then?”
“Then they told me I could be free.” Nicolas said.
“Free of what? Who told you that?” Sam asked.
“Free of my desires and in a place I can call home.” Nicolas looked down. “They were right though, I wanted out. I feel free now. I thank them.”
“Why did you kill the slut?” Sam asked.
“Because I wanted to. They fulfilled my dream and I did theirs. I could never buy a high grade slut like that. It was a chance of a lifetime and I took it! It's all part of the game.” Nicolas said.
“What kind of game?” Sam asked.
“It's a game chief. Even if I want I couldn't really explain it. You can say that your desires and your fears are the stakes. Overall I'm alright with it, I got it from the start. It's all fair game. Anyways, I'm not dead am I?! Unlike most folks that want a way out.” Nicolas said.
“I can offer you some deals if you lead me to the ones on the top.” Sam asked.
“Ha, can't do chief. If I knew any of those fuckers they would have been long gone.”
“I'll give you a couple of names and show you some photographs. Tell me if you recognize anyone?” Sam pulled out 3 printed photographs and arranged them on the table. He then put the cards with the names and info under them.
“Nobody rings any bells officer. I'm sorry.”
Sam pulled another photograph. It just said Endrice El Sayed on the bottom of the photo.
“And maybe this one?”
“Damn, that's Eva. She's a chick that died a long time ago. Poison I think.”
“What else you know about her?”
“Not much, she was upper tier. When folks climb the ladder you don't get much from them. You can not reach them, but they can reach you. I just saw the link from her suicide on the newsfeed. That's for all to see.”



Dean was brought into Sam's office. 2 hours and 14 minutes passed. The police station was busy. The recent murder challange had everyone on their toes.
“Good, sit Dean.” Sam welcomed Dean. "We need to find Simon! We don't know if he has logged in and read the instructions. He is being blackmailed and probably ran scared."
“Simon's aunt haven't seen him since yesterday evening.” Jane was reporting to Sam. “Around 8 pm, he said he will go to visit a friend. Hes phone hasn't been working since this morning.”
They couldn't reach Simon. Seems like he fled town without calling Sam.
“Try to track his phone location!” Sam said.
“He has no location enabled. His phone is probably off.” Said Jane from the back.
Sam opened his laptop and checked Evacides location. Working like a charm. Hackers from a pyramid dark web cult had better tracking equipment than the state police.
“He is on Interstate 95, 146 miles north of Camden. Heading towards the Canadian border.” Sam said, “They must stop and secure him at the border, issue an order. Simon doesn't drive. Patrols should check all busses on that road. Find Simon!”
“State order issued to withhold Simon on the United States border.” Said Jane, “Patrols will stop busses.”
Sam was watching the live location from Simons tier02 profile in the database.
“What?!” Sam slammed his hand on the table, “They stopped. It's a gas station.” Pointed on the screen. “Send a patrol down there and find Simon!”
“We have 2 cars in 4 minutes on the spot. More backup coming later.” Jane said.

Inside the bus Simon was sitting on the last seats in the middle so he is visible to the whole corridor of the bus.
“Last stop before the border. In 10 minutes, I'm leaving with or without you.” Yelled the driver from the front. Pulling packs with cigarettes and putting on their jackets, people were leaving the bus.
“Don't get out.” Said the deep voice of a shadowy figure on his left. Sitting in the left corner of the bus, holding a gun pointed at Simon. In his other hand he was holding Simons phone.
The figure opened the curtain and saw the driver talking to 2 police officers with a dog.
He turned on the phone.
“One move and you are dead.” The shadow said. “What's the pin code?”
“1472.” Simon said.

x x x x

“His phone is on!” Said Jane.
“Everyone silent!” Sam was dialing to Simon.
Toot. Toot.
“Tell the cops to back off and not let anyone in.” The shadow spoke, “The bus is empty now. If I see anyone coming in I will shoot Simon on the spot.” The shadow said and moved the phone to Simon's ear and mouth.
“This is Simon. I have a gun on my head. Sam!” Simon voice was shaky. The shadow pulled the phone to his ear now.
“That's right Sam. You have exactly one hour to make a decision. If you kill Dean, I will let Simon go. If you kill yourself, I will let Simon go. If you choose to do nothing. I will kill Simon. If I see someone coming in before an hour has passed, Simon is dead. One of you has to go. It's up to you.”

The station was silent. Everyone listened to the conversation and was looking towards Sam.
“Sam, what are you going to do?!” Dean started to panic.
“Dean shut up!” Sam yelled. “You are safe, don't worry.”
“Sam, I'm scared.” Simon was talking on the phone.
“Is that your decision Sam?” The shadow spoke. “Should I go on and kill Simon right now. Let's not waste anyone's time if that is what you decided.”
“No no wait.” Sam said. He pressed the button so the shadow and Simon couldn't hear him.
“Do we have a clear target?” Sam asked.
“No clear target. Bus lights are off on the back. I repeat no target in sight.” Jane was listening to tactical report.
“We will have to stall.” Sam said and released the button.
“Listen. You don't have to do this. We will shut down Evacide and expose everyone soon. If you do this you will either get killed or rot in jail. If you give up now I can make you a deal. We will go after them together.”
“Hahahaha!” The shadow laughed, “I'm not afraid of jail, neither of death. Also, you don't have to press the mute button, I have sound from Deans phone and visual from the surveillance. If you try to turn them off, Simon is dead. It's so we can confirm if you decide to kill youself. Or Dean. 51 minutes.” There was a tablet screen in front of the Shadow. The left earphone to his ear.
All lights on the bus station went out. Michael came close to Sam. “Just a precaution.” He whispered in Sam's ear and asked for his gun. Longest 14 seconds. Sam handed his weapon.
“I will like for the chief to have his gun.” The shadow spoke.
“OK, I'm taking my gun back.” Said Sam to the phone and shrugged to the commissioner. There was something comical in Sam's expression while taking the gun back but nobody saw the humor in it.
“Wouldn't you agree that we have more time on our hands than we need.” Said the shadow, “And it's only fair to the party with the least interest of your wellbeing to speed up the process. And I hope you agree all players involved should have an equal chance. Dean will be given a pistol and he will point it in Sam or the time for decision will be lowered from 47 on 3 minutes. Time to decide, 24 seconds.” Tik.Tak.
“Give him a gun.” Sam responded immediately, “Point it on me and don't worry Dean. Just don't do anything.” Dean took the gun and pointed it towards Sam. The shadow was watching them above on his tablet screen.
“Good. Now everyone can decide.” The shadow said.
“What are you called on the forum?” Sam asked the shadow.
“I'm the_shadow.” Said the shadow.
“How do you like that people from upper tiers are playing you like a puppet shadow?”
“I'm playing you like a puppet now fool!” The shadow said, “Dean, pull the trigger. It's the only way you and Simon live. Sam is putting your both lives on the line. Nobody will convict you. Sam was logging on your profiles. Sam plays the game and now he makes you deal with the consequences. It's Sam's fault.”
One of the officers pulls a gun and pointed it at Dean. Dean stresses out.
“Are you going to let other people take the fall for you again Sam? Why don't you be the one who points the gun to Dean.” Said the shadow.
“Put the gun down Barney.” Sam said, “I'm not pointing any guns to anyone.”
“It will be most fair if you pointed that gun on your forehead.” The shadow suggested. He watched Sam pointing a gun on his head over the tablet screen. “Excellent. Now, we can start counting. One minute. Dean you better pull that trigger.”
“It's alright Dean. Don't do anything.” Sam said pointing his gun on himself.
Sweating.
Tik.
Tak.
“48 seconds! Go Dean! Go!” The shadow yelled.
Screaming.
Dean was shaking.
45 seconds.
Tik.
Tak.
“You know Sam. You know you messed up.” 37 seconds. “You went too far. You used the accounts of two innocent adolescents, you played the game and you put them in trouble.” 29 seconds. “You should take full responsibility and...” 25 seconds. “shoot yourself.”
Tik.
Tak.
“Stay calm Dean.” Sam said.
“We have thermal vision from roof,” The earpiece Michael placed in Sam's ear while taking his gun was buzzing with tactical information. “Target is covering the hostage. It's a risky shot. 70% Responding to one word order.”
16 seconds.
“Simon, I guess they both have decided. It's you after all.” Said the shadow. Hugging the hostage.
9 seconds.
“Overlapping bodies on thermal. Risk factor high. 56% Responding to word fire.” the earpiece buzzed.
6 seconds.
5!
“Risk factor high. 43% Resp...”
3!
“Fire!”

“Umi Sichinga from Malawi. 18 years in the states. 34 years old. No relatives. Has no left leg from the knee down. Albino. Blood type B+. Wears a prosthetic leg. Has traveled through Europe and Africa.” Jane was reporting to Sam.
“Lost his leg in witchcraft ritual at the age of 8.” Sam is reading the Evacide forum, “Saved by Evacide volunteers he comes in the USA as a 16 year old. They call him, the shadow.” Sam shows his comical side by over dramatizing the shadow's name but again falls in front of a tough crowd. “See where he stayed all this time.”
“The owner of his residential address is Kyle J. Marsh. Wait a second.” Jane was looking through the files. “Yes. Kyle is Samuel J. Dorsey's brother. Samuel is Layton Dorsey's father.”
“The gray knight!” Both Sam and Jane exclaimed.
They gave Sam the biggest office in the building. There were 3 beds in the office. Dean and Emily slept on one, Simon on another and Sam on the last one by the door. Jane only came during the working hours.

She had a life, she said.
Security, they said.
On Evacide. Sam, Dean and Simon are stars.
Everything was streamed on the forum tier 2 and above. The surveillance video; the communication between the hostage, the shadow and the police department; Deans phone voice record; everything packed in the database.
Majority of votes went towards Sam, Dean and Simon's play.
Dean's account is tier 2 now.
Full with friend requests.

Ding.
Simon gets mail.


The shadow's account.
Simon's now.
Full of bitcoins, friends and old stories.

Scattered in Sam's office were now 3 laptops and all accounts active. Notes are taken, data is being analyzed, connections are being made.
“Dorsey sent the shadow on Simon. The shadow was saved and trained by Dorsey's uncle.” Sam was repeating.
“Can you stop calling him the shadow. His name is Umi!” Jane had enough.
“Arrange for me to have a word with Dorsey's uncle. Kyle J. Marsh.”

“Welcome Sam.” Kyle shook Sam's hand and welcomed him in his huge house. They sat on huge white wooden chairs on the patio. “It's nice to have you hear. We are very stressed over the whole situation here. I knew the boy from when he was 16. I would have never guessed that he would do such a horrible thing. And die such a horrible death.”
He is talking too much, Sam thought to himself.
“Do you know why Umi took Simon as a hostage?” Sam asked.
“No! God, no. It was total mindfuck for all of us. I have done so much for that boy, and such a lousy thing to do to repay me. Awful! Ugh!”
He is overacting.
“Who brought Umi in the States?” Sam asked.
“It's a charity organization we are running with years. Called “Chance Again” It's runned by my brother, Samuel.” Kyle said.
He is telling the truth.
“Do you know of any unusual activities Umi was involved in?” Sam asked.
“None that I can think of. He was studying to be a lawyer. He was slow, uninterested. But you have to cut him some slack, the boy came with a heavy background.”
“Was he close to your nephew?” Sam asked.
“Yes.”
Bingo. Sam thought.
“The boys connected from a young age.” Kyle said “Went skiing together. Layton took him around Europe, Thai, Chaina, South Africa. Everywhere.”
“Layton is in Denmark as we speak. He loves to travel. Often took Umi with him. He is so broken about the incident.”
More like broke if he bet against Simon, Sam thought.
“What is he doing in Denmark?” Sam was taking notes.
“You never know for sure with that kid. He is into art a lot. Maybe a performance with his buddies.” Kyle was not sure. “Or… maybe some gallery show maybe. It's fine art, modern stuff, you and I wouldn't understand” Kyle giggled.
Bullshit.
“Can we guess when he is coming back?” Sam asked.
“Not sure. Maybe if you leave a contact he can call you.” Kyle said.
“Has your nephew mentioned something about a secret community he is part of?” Sam pulled a card from his wallet and placed it on the table.
“No.”
“Does the word Evacide mean anything to you?” Sam was serious.
“No! What's going on?! Is my nephew in trouble? Did the boys do anything? ” Kyle seemed sincere in his confusion.
“We suspect that Layton is involved in Umi's incident.” Sam said, “I will like to see Umi's room.”
“Oh really?” Kyle stood up from his comfy chair, “Umi is here with us a long time. He promised he will stay here till he find a wife. He didn't have much luck in that department. Too judgmental. As for the incident. Personally, I think it has something to do with drugs. We had two situations when Umi was caught dealing with drugs. Layton was always against it. He helped Umi immensely on his path to recovery.” Kyle opened the door and pointed up the stairs, “Come with me.”
Up the stairs, third door on the right.
One bed, big mirror. Closet, window, chair. Illustrated books about airplanes. Weapons. World war I, world war II, book about sharks. How to set hunting traps, escaping huge ships, a book called the Timeline of radio. A knife. Box with old AC/DC adapters. Nothing, no computers, guns, fake passports, tiers or bitcoins.
Nothing.

---

Sam parked in front of the house. Loud music was playing from inside. Loud voices too. Sounds like more than 20 people, Sam thought walking towards the door. Knock, knock.
“Who's there?” The voice from inside.
“Sam.” Said Sam.
“Sam who?”
“Open the door!”
The door opened and laugher splashed Sam in the face. It was a guy in his late 20s most, he was drunk. The house was full and the music was techno.
“Where can I find Dorsey?” Sam asked a girl who was dancing alone in the middle of the room.
“We have Gin, Vodka, Whiskey, you name it! I have some blow too if you want.” The girl was drunk and didn't hear Sam from the loud music.
“You can have yourself arrested for that.” Sam said.
“What?” The girl asked.
“Nevermind.” Sam went towards the kitchen. It was a bit quieter.
One guy was preparing lines of coke on the counter. Two other guys were waiting.
“Excuse me?” Sam interrupted them.
“Just get in line bro. No worries.” Said one of the guys waiting.
“Where I can find Layton?” Sam asked.
“I don't know dude. He should be around. Check the yard.”
“Thanks.” Sam went through the glass door from the living room to the backyard. Group of seven people, 3 girls and 4 boys, were smoking joints. A bit further in the yard there was a table with two chairs. One was taken. A guy with a white sweater was sitting on it. Blond hair done to perfection. It was surely Dorsey. “Hello.” Sam said as he approached the table.
“Have a sit Sam. I was expecting you.” Dorsey pointed to the free chair, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Nah. I'm too old for this.” Sam said.
“You shouldn't let your inner child die old timer.” Dorsey poured whiskey in a glass that was sitting on the table. He raised his full glass and looked at Sam. “Cheers?” “No thanks.” Sam said.
“Alright. Suit yourself.”
A drunk girl was approaching their table.
“Hey Layton.” She greeted Dorsey with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey Darlene.” Dorsey returned the favour.
“Hi, I'm Darlene.” Darlene leaned over to Sam and took his hand from his lap. “Such a big hands. Those veins are enormous.”
“I'm Sam. Nice to meet you.” Sam shook Darlene's hand and pulled it back to his lap, “Can we talk somewhere private?” Sam asked Layton.
“Sure we can go to the library upstairs.” Layton said.
“Later Sam.” Darlene said.
Shaking a lot of hands, giving a lot of fake smiles, Layton cruised through the corridor. His life is not easy, Sam thought. Not too hard as well. Hugs without meaning, sex without protection. It seems fun, but is it?
“Here,” Lyton opened a door to a bedroom, more like a dungeon. Mirrors on the ceiling. Hemp rope of 25 meters around the bed posts . Cuffs of all kinds. Pointy things all around. “We can talk here.”
“Seems appropriate.” Sam said.
“What do you want?” Dorsey, serious all of the sudden.
“I know about your little operation.” Sam said.
“How much do you know?” Dorsey asked.
“I know you used Umi and got him killed.” Sam said.
“And?”
“I would rather get an official confession.”
“I don't know what you are talking about!” Said Layton with a shiteating grin on his face.
“I know you are the Gray Knight.” Sam said.
Dorsey pulled out a gadget from a drawer.
“Please raise your arms.” He then scanned Sam like they do in airports. The gadget gave a beeping noise on the inner pocket of Sam's jacket.
“Lose the recorder.” Dorsey said and put down the gadget back in the drawer.
Sam pulled out the voice recorder, turned it off and gave it to Dorsey.
“So what if you know, you can never prove it. You can not prove any of it. You don't even know what you are getting into. This is probably the only friendly advice you will ever get from me. Keep your head down and on a swivel.” Dorsey said.
“You are right, I don't know much,” Sam said. “I know what I saw there though. The worst kind of humanity, gathered in dark corners taking pleasure of others suffering. Couple of psychos performing in front of a horde of cowards waiting like hyenas for their piece.”
“Funny you say that.” Dorsey said. “Hyenas attack the weak in groups. Like you did with your ex wife. She had to drop the abuse charges against you because you and your fellows policeman really stood up for yourself. You showed her what will happen to her if she doesn't comply.” Sam face matched the color of the red walls.
“You see Sam, I know more about you than you can ever know about me or Evacide.”
“You don't know shit.” Sam said. “But I will hunt you down, maybe not today but it will happen.”
“Sure Sam, give your best.” Said Dorsey and pulled the phone from his pocket. He rang once and hang up. “If you don't have anything to add, I'll go back to the party. You are invited to stay.”
Dorsey left the room.
Sam got on the terrace to light a smoke.
“I don't see people like you much here.” A girl joined Sam on the terrace from another room. “I'm Ella.” The girl offered her hand.
“I'm not here to make friends.” Sam didn't took the handshake.
“Oh, mysterious! I'm intrigued already.” Ella said and grabbed Sam upper arm. “Mysterious and strong.”
“What do you know about Dorsey?” Sam was there on a job.
“Rich and pompous, but he throws good parties.” Ella said. “Why don't you come with me to get more comfortable.”
“I'm old enough to be your father.” Said Sam “Do you know about EVACIDE?”
“No, what's that?”
“Something you should stay away from.” Sam put out the cigarette and left the terrace. As he was getting out another girl stopped him and offered him a drink. Now he was sure Dorsey was up to something, this one wasn't even a good actor. He politely refused, got into his car and left.

“I just got a couple of hairs from his coat.” Ella pulled out a double tape from her hand and handed it to Dorsey. “Couldn't get any sperm, he is a tough nut to crack, I'm sorry.”
“No worries, we can work with this. Good girl.”



Christmas office party. All tipsey.
“You like your drink?” Jane said.
“You know I cannot stand these parties Jane.” Sam said sipping on his white russian. “I followed those charities from Dorsey's. They seem clean but they are open and working with bitcoins. It is legal to get bitcoin donations, but you know where I'm going with this. ”
“I asked about your drink.” Jane said and smiled playing with the straw and the ice cubes.
“However.” Sam didn't pay attention to Jane's flirty behaviour. “I got another clue. One person, listed as Georg Köhler, german origin. I got his photo from the charity website. Here it is.” Sam showed Jane the photo on his laptop.
“He looks familiar.” Jane said.
“Exactly.” Sam continued. “Active EVACIDE member. We got his photo with the other bunch from Endrice.”
“The thing is, he was a person of interest in a murder case.” Sam looked up at Jane for the first time in the conversation. “That was conveniently refigured as suicide later.”
“Um. That sounds familiar.” Jane raised her eyebrows and left Sam's desk. “I'll join you from tomorrow on this, this is time for the party.”

Tomorrow morning. The office is quieter than usual. Hangover to blame. Sam gets in the office later than usual. He looks upset. Slams the door behind him.
“Quiet please!” Jane is facepalming.
“Jane, come in my office.” Sam said and got into his office.
“Well that didn't go well.” Sam said. “They guard Köhler as an endangered bear. Can't get near him.”
“You don't have anything on him to get a warrant or questioning. What did you expect?” Jane shrugged.
“Well, that's not exactly true. Got some very vague info from Endrice before I went to the court. Presented our case and at first they seemed interested. Although after some calls they shut the whole thing down. I'm very suspicious that Dorsey is one step in front of us on this one too.”
“That's disappointing.” Jane frowned.
“Yeah, but not quite yet.” Sam said. “I know this is not proof, but I got this from Dorsey's apartment.” Sam pulled out a small black notebook from his drawer. “It's mostly mad gibberish, but look at this.” There was a page with some numbers on it. “Those are codes for some of the archives in EVACIDE. I got in and downloaded the materials. ” Sam was searching through the documents. “Here it is! It has wallets connected with a case of human trafficing in eastern europe. Almo Kurjak was one of the convicted but got free because someone else took the fall for him, it was a Dorsey connection in Europe. Then Almo transfered a lot of land and two huge casino companies onto their charity account. Here are all the transferes between all three accounts.”
“Could you find Almo?” Jane said.
“Yes thats the best part! From these files we know that Almo is in the forum too. Couldn't reach him but the information alone will help to make the connections. I'm sure they will not be able to protect him from this.” Sam said. “I got an appointment with the court for tomorrow. They cannot dismiss this, together with the other connections.”
“I hope not.” Jane said. “But watch out, Dorsey probably knows about you having the codes.”
“Yeah, he must be sweating now. Little bastard.” Sam said. “I found something else though.”
“Yeah?! What?” Jane asked.
“I think I have some proof to prosecute one european member. Do you remember Esther Posse?” Sam asked.
“Yes. One of the members that you got info from Endrice?” Jane said.
“Yup. Well we have 4 photos of her with a different girl in every photo with their names in the metadata. All 4 of the girls are dead by suicide. It might take some time to take the process internationally, but with this we have a solid case. Send this through the biro Jane, I have some preparing to do. Tomorrow is a big day, we go after the little brat.”

“Sam, wake up.” The head of the biro, Jordan was standing above Sam's bed with three other officers by his side. “You will have to come with me.”
“Fuckers,” Sam said in a groggy voice as he was trying to figure out what was going on. “Tomorrow is a big day, get away from here.” Sam said.
“Sam, this is serious, you need to come with us right now.” Jordan was persistent.
“Alright, what couldn't wait till the morning?”
“Just come upstairs Sam.” Jordan said and went towards the door.
“Sam, what's going on?” In the meantime Dean woke up.
“Go back to sleep Dean.” Sam put his trousers on and left the room.

Jordan called Sam into his office and took his gun and badge. A girl has commited a suicide and wrote a letter accusing Sam of raping her. In the suicide letter she described the rape in detail and what she described as her “fall into darkness and depression till she couldn't handle it anymore” suicide. The biro made the connections and raised some suspicions about the possibility of this girl framing Sam but all efforts were dropped when they were presented with a coffee cup with Sam's DNA present in her room. After all it was a suicide, who will frame someone with their own suicide.

Sam and Jordan were alone in Jordans office on the third floor.
“This doesn't look good Sam,” Jordan started. “I'm holding off the prosecution for now, but you cannot run this case anymore. Conflict of interests is all I can do for you now. It doesn't look good at all.”
“They are framing me Jordan, how cannot you see that?!” Sam paced up and down the office.
“The girl is only seventeen Sam. They found a cup with your DNA in her room! Forensics matched her handwriting. The letter is hers!” Jordan paused for a second to collect himself. “I do believe you still, but it's really hard to do that right now.”
“What? let me see the cup." Sam was courious. Jordan pulled off a picture of a cup from the evidence files. Sam recognized the bar coffee cup immediately. "She is part of the whole shabang Jordan, this cup is from a bar, they've planted it. Give me some time, I will prove my innocence and will get you the guy who did this!” Sam said.
“Nothing I can do, this is not the first time Sam. We can only cover your ass so much. You are lucky you aren't in jail right now.”
“Alright, just leave me the accounts. In a few weeks tops I'll get you all the evidence you need to shut this charade down.”
“We are putting the case on hold. You can have access to the profiles but keep it down the radar.” Jordan said and stood up. “I don't want to be the one to lock you up, so stay put for now please.”
“Alright. I'm free to go now?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, for now.” Jordan said.

Sam went downstairs to get his stuff and say goodbye to the boys. Jane was all teary eyed, the boys were scared. They were informed.
“I hope you all know that I..”
“We know you didn't do it Sam.” Jane started crying.
“Oh c'mon Jane. I'll get this fixed don't worry.”
“I cannot contact you Sam. They forbid us…”
“Yeah I know. It's a procedure don't worry.”
“I am worried.”
“I know.” Sam put his jacket on and left.

It didn't take long for Sam to put on a home office. His home was full of sticky notes, printed data from Evacide hanging on the walls. Full on the investigation office in his bedroom. He will get them. The guy in the bar was in on it, but Sam was too early in the game to be aware of the risks back then. The intrusive thought “you should've been more careful you dumb fuck” was cycling in his head. He needs to undo this shitstorm by himself. He went to the bar.

“Hello sir.” The same barman greeted Sam with a smirk while typing into his phone.
“You lying piece of shit.” Sam greeted him back.
“I see everything goes by the plan sir.” The barman had unbreakable positivity in his attitude.
“You know you will go to jail for framing an officer.” Said Sam.
“Not by my calculation, The Magi is never wrong.” Said the barman.
“Who is Magi?”
"Well, that would be your hunter at the moment sir and she is a very effective hunter indeed." "Well listen to this motherfucker.." Before Sam could finish the sentence an older man stormed into the bar.
“She is punctual as fuck haha!” The barman laughed.
“You took my child from me, you monster!” The man screamed and pulled a gun out. He shot Sam two times in the chest before Sam could even say a word. Sam fell on the ground. “It's not what you…” were Sam's last words as he passed away. The man shot himself on the spot.

to be continued...

Sam

Jane was driving. Together with Dean, Emily and Simon they parked the car in front of Sam's house.
“Back door isn't sealed.” Jane was leading the bunch into Sam's house.
The house was modest at best.
They opened a door and it led to Sams messy home office setup. Quite a mess. Pictures of Evacide members, victims, printed transcripts, clues and evidence everywhere. Sad thing is without Sam there was no case.