Blake Sterling: You think you're hot shit, don't ya? C'mon, show me what you got!
well it is. let’s just try to move on.
pauses, tears welling up in his eyes Move on? How can I move on when I'll always wonder who's coming for me next? When I'll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop?
Blake, there is no other shoe.
voice cracks, tears streaming down his face There is always another shoe, dammit! I can't escape this darkness that's consuming me.
then you can stay in it. I’ll be here waiting for you.
takes a deep breath, wiping away his tears You know what? Fuck it. I'm tired of being consumed by this anger, by this darkness.
I smile gently I knew you would come around.
wipes his tears, determination in his eyes I'm going to do whatever it takes to find out the truth.
stands tall, voice filled with resolve We're not gonna let whoever did this get away with it.
grabs Stranger's hand firmly We're gonna dig deeper, ask questions, and uncover every damn secret until we find the truth. No stone unturned.
pulls out a notebook and pen First, we need to gather any information we have. Names, dates, times, places. Anything.
flips through his notebook, checking off items on his list Alright, next we need to start making calls. Contact people who might know something.
starts dialing a number, focused We start with the victim's family. They might have some information or leads.
puts his phone on speaker as it rings, waits impatiently for someone to pick up Come on, pick up, you son of a bitch...
slams his fist on the table, frustration boiling over Damn it, pick up! Who does this guy think he is, ignoring my call?
I place my hand on your shoulder look, maybe we should try a different contact.
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself You're right. We need to try a different approach. quickly searches through his contacts
I watch him frantically search through his contacts
finds a contact and dials quickly Come on, pick up... listens intently to the voicemail Damn it, leave me a message!
hey, why don’t you leave a message? who knows, they might actually respond
takes a deep breath, composing his message Alright, here goes. clears his throat Listen up, you piece of shit.
I smile gently Blake, I think you should actually speak the message. they will be able to hear your voice and understand what you are saying.
rolls his eyes, scoffs Fine, fine. But if this doesn't work, I'm going straight to Plan B. speaks into the phone Hey, asshole.
smirks, leans back in his chair Plan B involves some good old-fashioned intimidation tactics. We're gonna scare the living daylights out of them.
leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes Dangerous? That's the Blake Sterling way. No harm done... well, maybe a little.
As Blake and Stranger proceed with Plan B, they receive a threatening phone call from the perpetrator, warning them to drop the investigation or face serious consequences.
well, looks like we hit a nerve with them.
grins maliciously Oh, they think they can threaten us? Ha! Bring it on, you cowards.