Johan pressed a hand on his temple and bit his lips, while he kept the other hand on the steering. “Do you want to end up like her?” the words rang so loud in his ears. He hadn't been threatened his whole life. “Why this all of a sudden?” He fired the engine of his car, forcing his way through a crowd of people before bringing it to a halt in the parking lot. He quickly unstrapped his seat belt, picked up his briefcase and got down from his car. Meanwhile, he'd noticed a man standing before the full glass revolving door that let into Oritz, which happened to be the biggest television station in coven town. It was his boss, Naylor, his arms were folded defiantly across his chest as he continued to tap the tiled floor with his foot while he awaited Johan's arrival. Johan exhaled deeply, over the past few weeks Mr. Naylor had proven to be a thorn in the flesh. Many a time he often thought he was no different from the devil in hell. He adjusted his tie and paced further with a neat smil

The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early morning activity.“You may have your seat.” Darron said.“Thank you.” Graeme Clough replied, pulling a seat for himself.The sudden silent afterwards felt so awkward, it was their first time meeting each other yet, it felt like they've had a thing or two in the past. Graeme Clough flicked the arm of his chair with a finger as he kept Darron firmly in his gaze. He had figured Darron gave the order to drop the murder case of Edwin but by the look of things he only acted out as a puppet since the order to drop the case was too sudden so, who exactly was the master? Darron rubbed the sides of his mouth with his two fingers. “No bruises or injuries yet, confirmed dead?” his words tore through the silence as he arched a brow. Graeme Clough kept mute for some seconds as he gazed at the open window binds.“Ok, I get it” Darron said, automatically shutting the windows. “You can start talking, now!”“Is th

“This way sir.” one of the cops led the way into Johan's apartment while Graeme Clough who was accompanied by a squad of policemen followed behind.The creaking of boots could be heard as he approached the crime scene, which was shortly barricaded with barrier tapes after the arrival of his subordinate, Phanuel.“How bad is it?” Graeme Clough asked as he got close enough.“Awful sir.” “Did you find anything similar?” “Yes sir.” Phanuel nodded. Beside him was a cop holding out an arm as he offered a pair of rubber gloves which he'd earlier requested for.“I'd like to have a pair also.” —Graeme Clough gazed at the entrance door to Johan's apartment before being offered a pair of rubber gloves.“A moment please.” Phanuel excused himself as he forced his trembling hand into the glove. He'd certainly had a rough week. Maybe he needed more than an excuse to get over with this situation that happened to grow worse each breaking day.Coven town wasn't safe anymore. Two deaths recorded in le

Legs crossed, Everly clicked her fingernail against the round table.“Can you go straight to the point?”Her eyes searched his handsome face for answers.“Take it easy,” Hahn said. “I've….”“Something to say?” Everly interposed. “Is that it?” “Yes but…”“Look here, I don't know what my father has assured you of,” she paused and smirked. “But, you and I, we can't be a thing.”“How sure are you? Your father.....”“My father will do nothing.” her eyes brightened at her words. “The decision is mine to make.”Hahn drew in slow, steady breath as he hid his arms behind him and clenched the chair with a death grip. After which he squeezed his eyes shut, tilted his head to both sides and exhaled deeply.He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table, his gaze boring into her cheeks.“I understand but….”“No,” Everly said, pursing her lips. “ You don't.”Hahn withdrew his hands and hid them in between his thighs as he formed them into a fist. “Can I talk?”“No, I think we're done here.”

Graeme Clough's eyes ran both sides of its frame as he gazed at Naylor, who moved to both sides of his office.“You should stay calm. There's nothing you can do to bring him back.” he leaned forward on his chair. “He's gone.”Naylor's heart shook at the word as a shadow of doubt crossed his face. “No, that can't be true. He tried to say something.” Naylor stuttered, moving to and fro.“So?” “I never gave him a chance to do so.” He stared at his palms with the eyes of a murderer. “I could see it in his eyes,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “He was scared.”“Of course, he…” Graeme Clough paused and blinked his eyes.If he was scared and tried to speak then, it could mean he already met with the psychopath and for some reasons, he knew he would die.The sudden silence left its warmth on Naylor's skin, he tilted his head to the side and gazed at Graeme Clough who seemed to be lost in thoughts before waving his arms across his face to get back his attention.“Are you still here?