Sylvia entered Rahkaze’s office moments after the two wolf kemonomimis left the floor. She leaned over to Rahkaze with a sly smile on her face, “we should hook you up with masterclass.com; Rahkaze Zayne on how do to be so savage.”

Rahkaze chuckled at her compliment, “I wouldn’t call it a skill. It’s more like a talent.”

“Whatever it is, I kind of like it,” Sylvia blushed happily.

“Oh, please. You’re the one that should go to masterclass.com and teach some courses on how to insult someone in a different language. You knew Kayla can read people’s minds, but you didn’t even care.”

Sylvia shrugged, “so?”

Suddenly, a third party appeared in Rahkaze’s office. It was none other than Mordechai himself.

Sylvia turns around and sees the adorable teenager, “Mordechai! You’re on time for once!” She announced as she ran over to him and gave him a great big hug, purposely pressing her ample chest and firm body against his.

By reflex, Mordechai blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, Sylvia, I am here! Do you really have to get touchy-feely all the time?”

Sylvia thought about it, “well, sorry to answer your stupid question with another stupid question but, is there any milk in ice cream?”

“In this case, no, Sylvia! Please, get off me!” Mordechai continually urged as Sylvia let go of her death grip.

“You’re no fun, Mordechai,” she pouted.

“I see both you are in high spirits today? What happened, are we finally going to get a release date on Kingdom Hearts III?” Mordechai sincerely asked.

“Nah, you just missed out on a savage moment by yours truly,” Sylvia posted.

Rahkaze sighs, “Kayla and Ayeka showed up into my office just now wanted to see… Well, they demanded to have an audience with Memento Dark.”

This kind of shocked Mordechai, “why would they show up here asking for Memento Dark? I didn’t do anything to give myself up!”

“No, you didn’t. They just hate the fact that now somebody is doing their job more efficiently,” Rahkaze assured.

“Well, I did kind of upstage one of them when they raided the crime scene first,” Mordechai second-guessed. “I mean, it’s obvious they want to help us. That’s one thing about the Oleander Syndicate, they are relentless, and I will see them again.”

“I wish they would try to do something, Mordechai,” Sylvia added.

The tension in the room became more severe as Rahkaze reminisced about his own past with the Oleander Syndicate members, “Remember, our mother had to step in after that tragedy in England. How their defenses were breached and were infiltrated from the inside out; how they were made into a laughingstock. I will never forget what Natalia and the other bitches did. No one will. All they had to do was listen to reason.

“They thought they were invincible until someone came in and humbled them. Made them honestly face their own mortality for once in their lives, and when they did, they didn’t like what they saw and hid underground. Now, after all these years, they want to come back and play nice with us? After all those years before that, they treated our family like shit when we tried to save their asses from another massive fallout? Pardon my French but, fuck them.”

Concerned about his brother’s temper, or still try to console, “I know, Rahkaze, but be reasonable. Yes, everything you said was indeed true. But everybody makes mistakes, even fatal ones. And I do believe they are allowed the same second chance as everyone else.”

Rahkaze scoffed at the idea, “I don’t believe that. They will always be pissed off at the fact that a bunch of ‘fairies’ ended up uncovering a global war conspiracy in which their own grandmaster’s Nazi sister knew about, but he was too much of a pussy to do anything about it. We have risked our own freedom to prevent that from happening, and they will never, and I mean ever let that go, so why not in the hell should I let it go?!”

Then suddenly, Rahkaze’s business phone started to ring. Fortunately for his brother, it was something for Rahkaze to calm down. He answered the phone, “Rahkaze Zayne speaking.”

“Goth punk detective,” Andrea answered as Rahkaze wholeheartedly laughed.

“Andrea! How are you this morning?”

“I’m doing fine,” she answered. “The precinct I am working with just caught the same case we are on yesterday. Two of the surviving old guys didn’t make it to the hospital last light, making the death toll exactly 23.”

“So, I heard on the news. Hey, Mordechai and Sylvia are here with me. I’ll put you on speakerphone,” Rahkaze pressed a button on his phone and hung up the receiver. Now, the three of them can speak to Andrea over the speaker, “okay, go ahead, Andrea.”

“We did a routine sweep of the unsub's weapon choices: a hunting knife and a 357 magnum. The victims were trained professional killers themselves, yet one person did all of this…” Andrea sounding confused.

“Maybe it was one person,” Mordechai suggested. “This wasn’t done in a fit of rage or improvised. This was mapped out. Every killing was carefully planned or graciously improvised.”

“That’s what I picked up,” Andrea confirmed. “Even left a calling card in Aramaic.”

“‘Do you understand?’ I saw that. Couldn’t make out the symbol underneath it…” Mordechai reminisces.

“We did a routine toxicology report on the late Killer Queen. According to her medical records, she had type I diabetes. In her blood work, there was no trace of insulin that was prescribed to her.”

“Maybe she was undiagnosed with diabetes,” Mordechai suggested.

“Oh, she knows. Shayna was hospitalized twice for high glucose levels,” Andrea debunked. “However, in this victim’s blood work, there were no abnormalities of any kind.”

“Strange…” Mordechai contemplated as Andrea continued.

“Even stranger, this girl went under the knife too many times. The x-rays show dental implants and plastic surgery for her nose, cheeks, and chin. she even had color contact lenses and hairline realignments.”

“Thousands of dollars of dental and facial work. That makes sense. The Killer Queen, who died in the warehouse last night, was a fake,” Mordechai concluded.

“Most of the cosmetic surgery was done recently, so I ran her mitochondrial DNA in the criminal databanks, and he has no criminal records.”

“Try checking for civilian records, like blood donations,” Mordechai suggested. “Just a hunch. But up close, she seemed awfully young. Maybe the woman donated blood for money.”

“Yeah, the woman was in perfect health and was clean for drugs. But then again, we did find some fresh needle marks. If she donated blood, there would be a record of it to prove he was clean. Since this is a criminal investigation, me getting a public search for her medical records won’t be a problem. I’ll contact the Medical Examiner’s Office in order at different searches. Later, guys.” Andrea bids farewell.

“Later, Andrea,” Mordechai bid farewell.

“Later,” Rahkaze bid farewell as he hung up the phone and addressed the two.

“I guess that’s one unsolved case for us to solve…” Mordechai stated.

“Right, Mordechai, are you ready to work?” Sylvia asked.

“Yes, I’ll be in my office if you guys need me,” Mordechai announced as he made his way out of Rahkaze’s office and went to the elevator.