David had come over to my house after I returned from a visit with a friend named Mason Carter who he and I used to go out to frat parties when I was in college. Mason and I reunited after a few years.

Mason is now married, has two daughters and his wife Cassie is pregnant again with her third child. Mason and Cassie are now having a son. Cassie is planning on naming her son, Ryder. Mason did hear about my brother's accusation of being a victim of a crime. Mason felt sorry for him, and for me.

David had came over to apologize to Jacob. I told David that Jacob doesn't want to be friends with him anymore. David sighed, and told me he doesn't blame Jacob for not being his friend anymore.

I took a deep breath, and sighed, and I felt the pain David felt. David asked me how I was doing, and I told him I was fine. David then asked me how my cancer was progressing and I scoffed, softly smiling, "I am fine, really," I said to David.

"I'm sorry, I am sorry for blaming on Jacob for killing Izza. I hope you understand that I never meant to hurt him. I really hope he can give me another chance, because Jacob has helped me so much in so many ways, and I can't thank him enough," David said.

I took a deep breath and sighed, "I am sure he will appreciate your apology. I think you're going to have to talk to him though, Jacob is pretty resilient about the whole process of the situation.

And as you can see, Jacob is a good person, he would never hurt anyone and I think you know that," I said to David.

David nodded his head, and I nodded my head as well. David then spoke about how he does believe in Jacob who's innocent.

I cleared my throat, nodding my head, softly smiling, and David told me to tell Jacob that he's really sorry for blaming Jacob of killing Izza. David was really hoping him and Jacob can be friends again.

I am glad David apologize, but it still concerns me that David is a bad influence on Jacob. I could literally scent his cigarette smell from afar as he walked away, and I don't think I'll be telling Jacob that David is sorry.

Jacob needs good people to talk to, and David isn't probably ever gonna be hanging out with Jacob ever again. Jacob needs people who understand what he wants and needs, and Marlo is a perfect example for Jacob to be hanging out with.

Jacob sighed, then marched the other side of the bed while making his bed. I stood by the door of Jacob'a bedroom, and Jacob was excellent at making sure he gets his chores done on time before working at his job for the weekend.

I crossed my arms, leaning against the door, and I told Jacob I spoke with David. Jacob scoffed, and he asked me what did David had to say. I told Jacob that David was sorry and Jacob scoffed once again telling me that David is only apologizing so him and Jacob can hangout together again.

"Yeah, and I can smell him from afar, and something tells me he isn't the type who would want to be around me or you," I said to Jacob.

As soon as Jacob finished making his bed, he took a deep breath and sighed. Jacob chuckled, and crossed his arms, just standing in front his bed, thinking about something.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What?" Jacob asked.

"I.can tell you have something on your mind, and you have something to say," I said to Jacob.

Jacob nodded, scratching the back of his head and sighed, "I know what you're doing," Jacob said.

I frowned, feeling confused, "What do you mean?" I asked.

Jacob sighed once again, "I know that you're searching for the person whose responsible of killing Izza," Jacob said.

I went silent.

"Why?" Jacob asked.

I shrugged, nodding my head not knowing what to say, I took a deep breath and sighed, "I just-I thought-because I know you're innocent, Jacob."

Jacob nodded his head, understanding, and I swallowed, feeling my gulp as I swallowed, "You don't know for sure if I am innocent, Ryan," Jacob said to me. I shook my head, "Yeah, I do, because I read a file that says that the police were never able to identify the actual killer," I said to Jacob.

"What?" Jacob asked, softly.

I nodded my head once again, not knowing or I wasn't sure if I read the file correctly, but then I told Jacob that I wasn't sure anyways, I have a feeling Detective Sailor or Evans are apart of whoever is responsible for killing Izza, and they killed Izza for some kind of reason," I told Jacob.

"Well, how can you be sure? It's possible it might've been written wrongly in a way that it's making you think I am not the actual killer," Jacob said.

"Wait, what are you saying?" I asked, frowning.

"What I am saying is that maybe someone who written the information in the file do know what happened, and they might've written it the wrong thing in the papers. You know how the papers in the file are supposed to be written, since you dealt with wrongly informational errors before,"Jacob said.

I sighed, nodding my head once again, "Yeah, true, but I don't know Jacob, I can't stop thinking about the other day when Detective Sailor looked at me with a suspicious look, and I think he knows something that I don't know," I said to Jacob.

"Well just because he's suspiciously looking at you with a straight face doesn't mean he's a bad person," Jacob said.

"And how could you possibly know that?" I asked, sighing.

"Well, I mean, just because people look at other people suspiciously, it doesn't always mean that they're bad people. It could Alexa mean something like, maybe something like they're just worried about you," Jacob said.

"Um, yeah, true, I mean, Detective Sailor has always been suspicious about everything, but he has always been suspicious of his clients, at least that's the way I think about it," I said to Jacob.

"Well then Detective Sailor can't be the one who actually killed Izza, but it doesn't hurt to sneak up on him and find out if he did it or not, but let me warn you Ryan, you could cause yourself trouble if you even accuse someone who's not the actual killer, we could be looking at an accident or a death that was caused by a suicide or something, and it's just been written by someone who didn't write it down in the report correctly, you get what I am saying?" Jacob said.

"Yeah, I do," I said to Jacob, nodding my head, I sighed and I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket. I told Jacob I needed to make an important phone call. I walked away from Jacob's bedroom, and Jacob turned, and sat down on his bed, sighing.