Police siren echoed inside the entire perimeter.

Corpses of those who had been killed inside were being taken out by some police officers.

The presence of many MPD vans made onlookers realize how chaotic the environment there was.

Media cameras were everywhere in the noisy place.

Very few people knew where Bob was. No one knew whether he was alive or not but there was a certain thing, nothing would be worse than his death before he was taken to court.

Mr. Fernsby was looking delighted with full satisfaction. For MPD and CIA officers it was the best time. Mr. Fernsby and Mr. Meredink were photographed together and everyone was at least smiling. Both Ambassador and Mr. Hadfield were also looking relieved due to the criminal's discovery in that sudden way.

Mr. Morris said to Mr. Hadfield, "See, he's caught. Just one is missing now."

"What?" Mr. Hadfield asked in amusement.

"It's assassins."

"Are they close to him then?"

"They have got Bob, whoever the assassin is will be caught sooner or later."

"No doubt in it." Mr. Hadfield said though the man to be caught was on run, "What if all this goes for nothing?"

Mr. Hadfield walked few feet away from him but the happy man put arm on his shoulder like they were close friends and said, "We should be visiting Detective Camshron. He is hurt and his injury needs to be…you know what I mean…""He maybe in CIA Caravan. I reckon. I saw him going in there."

"You think they will not allow us get there? We are higher officials. And Nathan hasn’t been sent to hospital so I don’t think he is concussed."

"I have an urgent meeting which can turn into a conference. An Ambassador needs to be in there in few hours. Visitors might have arrived there and they never tolerate being late in such international issues. Why don’t you and I go there and come here after the meeting is over?"

"Oh! I almost forgot that one but they will also ask about Haq there. What should we say to them? Say that possible confession was being taken and we came here not giving interest in our former employee's brutal murder?"

"You are undermining the importance of meetin-"

"Let the important go down the drain for half an hour or so. I will inform embassy. I want opinion from Camshron for what he says about this and destruction in our dead employee's house after all."

Then both of them strolled for the ambulance.

Driver saw them on side mirror and opened the door by himself.

"The roof, it's shorter for me. My head oh- damn!" said Mr. Hadfield as he bumped on the ceiling of caravan.

"Come on!"

Mr. Hadfield accepted the invitation and went inside in very pleased manner. There he saw Bob lying on bed and on his side bed there was detective Camshron. Les and another arm cop were present there. Mr. Meredink, Mr. Fernsby as well as some paramedics were present there.

"So he is Bob…?" said Mr. Hadfield in dark voice.

"Oh sirs, please sit down." Mr. Meredink said in pleased voice like there was not burden right now on their shoulders.

Both sat on the couch of ambulance which was just near to Bob.

Camshron raised his head and got up and sat on bed like a chair leaning on the aluminum wall.

"Mr. Camshron!" paramedic requested Camshron to stay still but the request got denied by the detective who looked to have forgotten the pain.

"Is this man in condition to tell us anything which is important for us?" Mr. Fernsby whispered in the paramedic's ear so that Bob could not hear it. Otherwise Bob could start an amnesia act of his own.

He even had a bleeding spot on his head to support his nonsense.

"We have examined him and it looks like all this he has right now is external injury, some of his burns of second degree but he is all right…right to tell statement…err…evil man." The doctor replied.

A minute later a young cop entered inside the room with a file and a small tape recorder on his chest.

"Mr. Fernsby, could you please sign this matter out?'' cop raised his eyebrows.

"Not now. Open the file and write whatever he says. We will convince everyone sign here. And about this man and me…leave it to CIA headquarters and other EOA officers who deny of taking any sharp conclusion about this murder."

"Bob." said Camshron in heavy voice filled with seriousness ,"Or whoever you are. Cops are out of this van with loaded rifles. So no mind games here." he gazed at Les and resumed, "Tell everything. Why you did it?"

Bob tried to get up but his hand was handcuffed and other ring of cuff was put on bed's iron pole.

"I forgot about these…"

Camshron and other waited until he said, "I am not supposed to be here. I am innocent damn it!"

"Innocents are not supposed to look when we call them Bob!" he bellowed.

"But I did not kill Haq. I swear."

Everyone was in dilemma except Camshron.

"You have taken lives of two men."

"I don’t know what you are saying about…I don’t even want to. I don’t know anything but you are-"

"Do you want me to tell about your truth? I know everything you did. I am asking you nicely…"

Mr. Fernsby roared, "YOU SCUM, CONFESS NOW!"

But he had no words present in his mouth for confession.

"Hm…" Camshron hummed, " I need somewhere to start…"

"Start from the murder scene." Les demanded.

"4th of July, night, hmm…murder without any proof left had happened here. There were fine proofs but not enough to start investigation. And I believe- If no proof is left in crime scene then the crime is not even legit."

"What?" Mr. Meredink was frustrated.

"I will be clear. In murder area there was no blood spots of Haq- AB Positive. They were also hidden by chemical used by cleaners to remove suborned spots but no other blood of different group was found. The second thing, killer decided CCTV footage, so did the victim. At least victim could be recorded but no, there was not. The final one point to notice was silent firing in room where sound was prolonged. Impossible, even silencers in guns destroy full sound."

"So why did sound disappear outside of the parking lot? We had heard sound in the footage." said Mr. Meredink turning at Camshron.

"The sound of shutter closing gained my attention. So I observed shutter's structure and found an empty gap between its end and ground was of few millimeters. Sound could pass from there easily. I noticed that paint on the shutter was scratched. It was scratched by a metallic object and it was sound decreasing device.

It can make voice low till it becomes impossible to be heard by human ears."

"So no sound came out from there." Les said looking at him.

"And you know why was crime perfect done in there Les?"

"I quit Camshron."

"Because killer as well as the victim had fixed the murder. Otherwise it would have been impossible. Haq knew CCTV cameras locations because it was in his own house."

"And why would he pay Bob to kill himself? How is this possible then?" Mr. Fernsby was the head but he was perplexed from the sentences from him. How was it possible?

"The man that night was not Bob, sir. He was another unlucky man."

"Who was he then?"

"Fernandez Walker."