Don't Owe… don't Sue…. Or else….

From the information in Faye's bag, Spike stole the address of C.J.'s house. He walked down the street and called for a taxi. "2121 Rever Drive."

It took almost 20 minutes before he reached a very big, white mansion. "Is this the place?" he asked.

The driver looked at him, "Well, this is the address you showed me…"

Spike whistled. "He is as rich as his size…" he mumbled.

After paying the driver, he came out of the car and stood in front of the big mansion. There was a big guard standing in front of it. How am I going enter, he thought. He furrowed his eyebrow. He didn't want C.J to know that he was in his house. Only if there was a common name…

He decided to walk pass the guard, but the guard stopped him. "Your name sir?" he asked.

Spike had to think- fast. He looked down to see a crumbled paper with the name of…

"Samuel Richardson," he answered. "I have an appointment with C.J, is he not in?"

"No," the guard answered. "He went for an important meeting."

"Is there any way in which I could wait for him?"

"Can't you come back later?"

Spike shook his head, "I don't want to come back! Do you know how long I traveled to get here? 3 hours! Let me wait for him."

The guard, with no other decision, decided to allow Spike. Spikes walked pass flowers and water fountains. He clenched his fist. The beauty of this house is not the same as his attitude. If C.J was maltreating Faye, it will be more than his bullet touching his brain.

He made himself comfortable in the living room, which was big with white walls, beautiful picture frames and a big screen T.V and a C.D. player.

Not to mention the huge wine bar with lustful wine. Unwanting to fight the temptation, he walked towards the bar and pours himself a nice bottle of flavored whisky. As he carried the bottle, a small bag fell on to the floor. He picked it up and opened it. It was a small white dust. He smiled.

Cocaine.

After pouring himself a drink, he kept both the whisky and cocaine back to their place. He knew that a man that takes cocaine goes crazy when he can't find it.

He sat down on the big leather couch and sipped the cup of delicious wine. He carried a police force book. He looked inside to find out whether if there was any vital information in it. He saw a man that looked just like CJ but the information was quite different.

Name: Christopher Jamal Walkins.

Birth: Jan. 17, 3050

Rank: Deputy

Status: single

Years in office: 3078- 3081

He left at an early time, he thought. He carried the book with him and started to leave the Mansion. The guard called him back. "Aren't you going to wait for him?" he asked.

Spike shook his head. "I'll call him."

As far as he is concern, his job here is over.

That night, without waking up Faye, Spike, Jet and Ed were on the computer. They searched for more information about C.J Walkins.

Ed searched through everything, even his bank account. She gasped as words appeared on the screen. "C.J.'s in trouble!" She shouted.

"According to this," Jet read, " C.J was once a deputy working for Troops on Mars. He caught a bunch of drug dealers, arrested them and carried their drug. Unfortunately a week after that he decided to quit his job and leaves Mars. Some days later after his departure, the drug dealers were assassinated. The drugs were missing. This case was a cold, since there was no clue who killed the dealers or 3where the drugs disappeared." He looked at Spike. "Do you think that C.J…"

"There is a very big point that he is the one," Spike answered, "but we need more clues. On the mean time, we should watch him, especially Faye. I don't want Faye to be harmed by him, or anyone else."

"Spike?"

"Huh?"

"Should we tell her?"

He walked passed her room, to his. He glanced at her, sleeping on her bed. "Not yet, she is resting."

C.J went towards his bar to grab his cocaine and whisky for one of his partner. He noticed that his whisky reduced. "Clarton," he called.

"His butler came to see his his whisky bottle gone halfway. "Yes master?"

"What happened to my drink?"

"I believe that Mr. Samuel Richardson drank some, sir."

C.J was surprised. "Samuel came here?"

"Yes sir."

Speechless, he swayed his hand, telling him to leave. He carried the drink and poured some in a glass cup for his partner. His partner looked at him. "Samuel Richardson came here?"

"Yes."

"The Samuel that you just killed yesterday?"

C.J furrowed his eyebrow. "Yes."

After a moment of silence, C.J called Clarton again. "Can you describe the man that came here? Did he happen to have green hair?

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