About twenty police officers scattered around the perimeter of the crime scene where Jared called them. 

Drea remembers this place. This is where her biological mother would meet her when she wants to see her daughter. Like a secret meeting place they'd be before hopping up the boat and going for the day.

It's a four-story warehouse for shipping containers of Mason Shipping Lines.

And this is where Garrett Mason's corpse was found.

"What happened here?" Michaela asked detective Sanders who stood beside the corpse itself while Drea roamed her eyes around the place, searching for Jared.

She found Jared standing at one corner, reading a file in the dark. He looks serious, as usual, but now it feels like he's more determined.

"Hey," she greets as she approached him. Jared put his sight to her and paused on reading whatever it is he's reading. Drea peeped on that thing. "What's that?"

"It's your file," he says and tnen looks around. "Is Mick here?"

"Yeah, there." She then looks at Mick who's circling around the corpse. Jared nods and puts his eyes back to Drea who's now reading the file in his hands. He had encircled important details about their guy and made notes about the initial checkup, that's what Drea examines.

"He was shot in the head and stabbed multiple times?" Her eyes bugged out. "Wow, very passionate."

Jared nodded but there was a little bit of disagreement in it. "The stabs, yes. But the gunshot, I don't think so," he says, transferring his gaze from the paper to Drea. "The bullet was shot vertically. It came from up there, that's where the gunpowder is detected." he pointed up, where another group of investigators are checking. Drea's eyes followed to where he's pointing.

"So if the gun was fired from up there and he was killed... who would stab him twenty-three times after?"

"And that's not the only view were looking at. Both weapons are gone. Also, no fingerprints on his shirt. As if he was never touched."

With his statement, Drea had her thumb over her lips. Alternating between biting it and tapping on it. This case is mind-boggling. And although it's not hers nor Mick's, the possibility of this guy being the one who got the fin is increasing. First, he's one of the people in her list, he's an owner of a shipping company and that makes him capable of sneaking the fin from coast to coast, and now he's found dead, in a place where containers with the possibility of having the fin inside one of them are.

Drea looked around and then back to Jared, whispering.

"Do you think the fin could be inside of one of these containers?"

"Probably. Yes, if he's our guy."

"Yeah, right. What's the motive? Why is he killed?"

Jared squinted. "Still working on that but the possibilities are endless. He owns a conglomerate so maybe it's about business, but our guy is also big in gambling and he recently played with Alessandro Vittori."

"Vittori as in the Sicilian mafia guy?"

"Yup."

"And Mason won?"

"Yes he did."

With this, a confused sigh escaped Drea's lips. Vittori should be the main person of interest since he runs a mafia, however, if Mason holds the fin and Vittori doesn't have an interest in it, it should be here in the warehouse.

"Do you think they'll permit us to check the containers?" She asked Jared but before she could finish her sentence, his head was already shaking.

"I don't think that's possible. All of these boxes are under different names and they shouldn't be part of the investigation. If anyone claims a right to these things, that's Mason's wife. If we could convince her, but she's not very friendly the police."

"Where is she? Maybe I could pull some strings."

"She's..." Jared turns his gaze up the area where a divider was set up and all possible witnesses are being interrogated. Mrs. Mason wasn't there but when he moved his eyes to somewhere closer, he found her and her son. "...there."

Drea followed his pointer yet again only to see a familiar face coming their way. Her eyes widened like an owls before she pushed Jared in front of her and slouched behind him, watching that guy with her eyes over Jay's shoulder. She's holding both his hands behind him as if he's arrested and he was a little irritated, making him want to shake her off but Drea gripped on him even tighter.

"Don't move," she commands. 

"What? Why?" He checks on her but her eyes are stuck on Mrs. Mason and his son, waiting for them to pass their way.

"Do you see that guy with glasses? I poured the pot of punch on him at prom night when he asked me to be his girlfriend."

Jared staggered. "You turned down a shipping company heir?"

"What?" She asked out of surprise. That's the first time she heard that. 

Jared waited til the guy and his mom were out of the way before he let Drea get back beside him and watch the two converse from not far.

"He's Mason's son. That's his mom," he referred to the red-haired woman beside Patrick Mason and Drea can't believe what she sees.

"Aunt Jul-- What the f-- it's red now?" Her almost silent remark made Jared turn around and see her. 

"What do you mean it's red n--"

But before he could get his words done, Drea pulled her by the wrist. If Jared wasn't careful enough, he would've landed on her on the floor. He almost yelled at Drea if only he wasn't stopped when she put her hands around his neck. 

Jared was silenced. He can feel the deafening complains of his heart that beats crazily at the moment. His eyes weren't the size they should be as she stared at Drea's chestnut brown eyes.

"They're coming back here, hold my waist," she looks at Jared, expanding her eyes as if threatening him that's why he wasn't able to not obey. He slowly crawled his shaky palms on her waist.

Drea was watching the woman as the woman curiously watched her with Jared. She had to hide herself or else this mission would be doomed. 

Juliet Mason's eyes were searching deeper behind Jared, finding a familiar face there. But Drea was nimble enough to push Jared's face closer to hers so that she won't see her face. Also, she controlled his bulky torso by moving him in the angles where peepholes could form. 

Just when she and Juliet almost made eye contact, Drea put her eyes on Jared and smiled to him. 

"I know her, she's my mom's friend and she's kind of obsessed with having a daughter so you have to hide me before she knows we're both cops," she informs him while keeping that smile intact. Jared replied with a horse-like smile and puppy dog eyes.

"The hell, Drea, we're at a crime scene."

Drea looked sideways to check on the Mason's and they were still there so she rubbed Jared's neck affectionately and tiptoed as if planning to kiss him.

"I'm trying to save both our asses here so just ride my train." She gritted her teeth but kept silent until Juliet and Patrick were finally out of the scene. When they released each other, it was fast and aggressive. Both of them catching their breaths because of not breathing when they were inches apart from each other. 

Jared pulled out a bottle of scentdd oil out his chest pocket and inhaled it in. That's just when he was able to breathe properly.

"You smell awful," he complained to Drea while pinching his nose bridge. Drea sniffed her collar.

"My perfume costs a hundred dollars and you dare call it awful when you don't smell like anything? It's vanilla orange by the way."

"At least I don't reek of vanilla and oranges."

"Do you even use a perfume or body wash? I can only smell shampoo on you."

"Yes, that's correct. I use shampoo unlike you and your disheveled hair."

Drea's eyes widened st the insult. "Have you ever seen such shiny disheveled hair?! No. Because you only see your gross, thick beard."

Jared was about to blow another word but when he was in the verge, Michaela appeared in front of them.

"Hey you guys, I think it's our fin thief." She said, looking at the two who seems to be bickering. Because they actually are bickering. However, when she said the news, both of them stopped and looked at her.

"Are you sure? How?" Drea asked. 

Mick looks down on her folder. "Ledgers say that the last million dollars he spent was for an unknown shipping transaction from the west. And I bumped into his son, he recognized me as one of the 828 passengers and said that this wouldn't have happened to his father if not for us so..." She glanced up at both Drea and Jared who's already holding different reactions on their faces. 

Drea breathed in and bit her lip. "You think the fin is in one of these containers?"

She accepted a nod from Mick as an answer and the clever gazes that the three of them exchanged resurfaced just by now. Mick's eyes tell them to do an undercover operation to check all of these boxes and Drea wants to agree but she knows how these things work, they need ultimate power to do it. Meanwhile, Jared is at the other corner of the earth, thinking about something else.

"The son accused 828 passengers for this murder. So if the fin is in his possession then maybe that's what they're trying to get and killed him." He suggests, earning confused stares from both the girls.

Michaela blew out a sigh, combing her hair back in frustration. "But we're not too late, right? We can still check if the fin is in here."

"No, Michaela. It's not that easy. We don't have an official command from the precinct. We can't just do that--"

"Unless we get permission,"  Drea speaks after being silent. Jared and Michaela put their eyes on her.

"Yes, but the family is not very friendly unless we can pretend we're high profile and not cops."

"I'll do it."

It's Drea again and she sounds more serious this time. She walked past Mick and Jared as she fished her phone from her pocket. 

"I'll ask my mom. See what we can do."