James, still a confined within the walls of the holding cell at the Police station, sat on the bed reading an old newspaper article. Pola walked to the cell and quickly caught his attention with a pen she repeatedly knocked against the cell bars. James did not look at her. He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them and concentrated his attention on the article.Pola, however, was not put off by James’ snobbish attitude. “I hope you have a good lawyer.”James kept his cool. He cherished his silence.“We are looking at murder here. Death sentence is most likely.” Pola continued. “It’s important you find one hell of a lawyer.”James broke his silence with a question, “For something I didn't do?”“We can work around this.” Pola was elated that the old clergy man finally responded, but she could not show it. By her standards, it was unprofessional. “The charges can be reduced to manslaughter, life sentence and a shot at parole. All I need is a confession.”James took in a deep breath and

The door to the dimly irradiated five- star hotel suite swung agape. Micah, barefooted, walked backwardly in the dark room. Serge advanced after her, step by step - Kissing and caressing each other. They both burnt with passion. Serge helped Micah take off her dress and lowered her gently, like a perfect gentleman, to the beautifully decked bed. With quick fingers he took off his shirt and belt and charged forward for more kisses on top of Micah.Winnie, sitting on the chair by the window, lit up a cigarette and took a puff. A revolver and handcuffs were on the side table stationed by her chair. Serge and Micah startled by her presence and immediately plummeted into fear, disengaged from their romantic clutch.Winnie established coldly, “Your wife is barely a month old in her grave and there you are snogging another woman.”“Who are you? What do you want?” Serge queried gnashing his teeth.“Who I am not is important." Winnie gave quick feedback. “But if you must know, I'm the Shepher

Hopkins sat on the wheel chair staring at Ivy's portrait on the wall. As per his odd custom, the room was dimly lit and an awful silence kept him company. It was such a perfect setting for meditation and thought. The door opened and Kilogram, wearing a stern face, walks in with a pistol in his hand.Hopkins, expectant, inquired immediately, “Anything for me?”Kilogram, for the first time, made himself at home on the couch behind Hopkins. “Here's the thing... I walked into the house. And, there was Ivy unconscious on the floor. Serge stood over her with a haggard face. I tossed him the sharp- long pin and like a mad man, he pierced her through the armpit. All the way… to the heart. I enjoyed the sport. I love that guy, you know,” He chuckled softly. “Back to my story, we patched her up. I staged her death in the tub, implicated the damn Priest and got you to kill him at fee. And now, you die. Perfect plan.”“It was you two fools. Your hands are stained with my daughter's blood,” Hopkin

Barely a day after his arrest, Serge walked between two armed Police Officers. Both his lower and upper limbs were fettered with a chain cuffs respectively.He was led to the visitors room.The strong door to the secured room opened and Serge was shoveled in.The door was pulled back and secured with lock and key.He absorbed the pressure with a few staggering steps before gaining composure.A man, wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie, sat alone. His face was adorned with a pair of glasses. He seemed to enjoy the silence that swept through the room. "And, you are?" Serge inquired while walking towards the table.