The police had already flooded the murder scene when Declan arrived, and as he moved towards the revolving police red and blue lights, he prayed that, by some kind of miracle, his father was still alive.When he had finished with Samantha and picked up his phone, he saw his father's message first.Help me! He's trying to kill me.It sounded odd, and Declan knew that his father had been speaking to Daniel, someone that he had warned him to stay away from, but he would not listen.He had seen multiple calls from a number that he did not have on his phone, and he dreaded calling it at first. After some hesitations, he finally dialed, and he was informed that his father had been murdered in cold blood. He could not believe it, and as he alighted from his flight, the nostalgia overtook him and he wanted to throw up. A tear seeped from his eye.He rushed to get to the scene to know if he would get a view of his father's body before he was taken away, but an officer held him in place. He

It was as though the weather was in sync with their moods on the burial day.  The early hours of the morning had begun with a heavy downpour, and as he stood and observed from his mansion, Declan thought it may not be possible for the burial to hold any longer.  He had only invited family, friends, and close business associates that his father had worked with over the years.  He wanted to invite Daniel, but he was rational about his decision-making and would not do so.  Throughout the period he was in the city, he always went to the bar, just to see Daniel and know how he was coping with the loss of his friend.  He did not know that

Abigail took out her shades as soon as she got out of the vehicle and put them on immediately.  This was the first time she had visited Frank since he was put behind bars for murder.  Although he had not yet been sentenced, she did not know how she would react if he was given a jail term for life. As she walked in, memories of her good old days with Frank flooded her mind.  They had met in college, and although she was neck-deep in love with Ferdinand, she had decided to let her guard down and open up to somebody else. She was selecting some books for her next project in the library, and she remembered seeing a title she wanted, but she could

Abigail was still in tears as she moved out of the prison premises. She had been too shocked to say a single more word to Frank after the shocking revelation. As she got into the car, in the safety of her own space, she let out a scream.  Ferdinand's death slipped into her memory, and she knew how much she had loved the man.  He had made promises to her and her children, and although it was a difficult circumstance, he was like Frank and his unfulfilled promises.  It made her angry, and she promised to make Daniel pay.  He had bitten off more than he could chew, and she promised that they would find something against him soon.

"Are you sure of what you are saying?" Antonio asked her. Isabella nodded. "I'll have to confirm," he said, and she moved close to him and showed him the documents with Ferdinand's signature. Antonio stared at it for a while. Ferdinand could be an enigmatic man sometimes, but he did not see this one coming. Isabella was telling the truth. He had given her part of the testimony, but he did not know about her."So what about me?" Daniel said it impatiently, his heart getting ready to burst open. "I'll probably get something better," he said ignorantly. "I guess I won his heart before he died," he continued. "I'm just so glad that you never got the chance to see me cry the way I did before him," he added.Declan just looked at him and nodded. This was not new to him. Daniel had always been so pathetic. Isabella began to read on Antonio's signal.My final testament as regards my son, Daniel.First, I want to appreciate your expertise and the extent of knowledge that you have put int