June 23rd, 09:53 PM, DeLites' house
Ron was siting on sofa, watching a television when something behind him made a big noise. He quickly got up to find the source, but he didn't needed to make much effort, because he could see it quite clearly. It was a man which had a face strangely familiar to Ron. Suddenly, he remembered where did he saw it.
-You... You... What are you doing in my house? At this time? Wait, if you're here, that means...-
-Yes, exactly- the men spoke. -I ran out of prison. I think guards already know that. If that's true, the entire police is after me.-
-W-what are you doing here?-
-What am I doing here? I came to take my revenge. I have deeply regret for helping you in... in... in that business ten years ago. Instead, I could have simply tell the police you're the one who committed that. No one else except me knew that fact. At least, not before he took the case and solved it. But no, I had to pretend to be a hero. But now, I will do what I should have a long time ago.-
At that moment, Ron noticed the man rising his hand while holding something in it. Shock flew though his body. The man was holding a shotgun.
He somehow managed to find courage to say something:
-No, please don't. I beg you.-
Man laugh.
-You beg me not to shot you? In your dreams!!-
Suddenly, two shot rang though the air.

June 24th, 08:19 AM, Wright/Justice law offices
-DAD!!!!- Trucy yelled. -Come here! Quick!-
-What?! What?! Are you OK?- Phoenix asked, while heavily breathing.
-Yes, I am. But watch this- Trucy said.
News speaker was talking on TV.
-It has been confirmed now. Yesterday, at approximate time of 10 PM, Ron DeLite, age 33, has been shot. Police has came out with this data. He has been shot near his heart and is in critical condition. He is placed in Hickfield Clinic and is put under police protection. Used weapon is Winchester shotgun, exact model not specified. Arrested prime suspect is Desirée DeLite, Ron's wife. Police has found amount of evidence for which they hope it will be enough to convict her. And now...-
-This is horrible.-
-Dad, you must do something.-
-I will, Trucy, I will.-