“Is this better now?” Rebecca asked her mum after fluffing her pillows and rearranging the cover cloth which was draped on her feet for her. Her mum nodded and she walked out to go get a glass of water as she requested.“Here’s your water, mum.” She handed her the glass of water and her mum invited her to sit on the bed with her. The moment she sat, her phone rang immediately. Rebecca checked who the caller ID was. However, she doesn't pick the call. Rather, she ignored it.Her mother observed what happened, but she chose not to say anything at the moment.“You know that you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, right? I am in remission now and I am okay.” Her mother said as she touched her face. Rebecca nodded and breathe in the scent of her mother.“I know that but I’m just so glad that you are okay. When you were sick, I was so worried and scared that I was going to lose you because I felt like I had not spent enough time with you and now that I know you’re still here with me, I

“Keep the change,” Turner said to the lady at the drive-through as he collected his food.“Thank you, have a nice day.”He added as he put his truck in drive and sped away. He was on the way home with the windows rolled down while some country music played on the radio. He was bobbing his head to the beat when he saw a weird movement in his rearview mirror. He could see the same the black van that was behind him before he drove to the drive-through behind him, not allowing any other cars to come between them.He slowed down at the traffic light and waved the van away when he saw that it was no longer behind him.“Must be dead tired if I’m concocting theories in my head.” He said to himself as he let out a chuckle and ran a hand over his face.When the light turned green, he floored it, eager to get home and have his dinner after a strenuous day at work. He noticed then that the van had materialized out of nowhere again but he chalked it down to the van going in the same way as him.

As Ryan sat slumped on the chair in his bedroom, the food his chef had sent up still untouched in front of him after hours, his mind wandered to the events of the previous day. The call he received from Smith played in his head like it was happening again and he pinched his eyebrows in frustration. He had harboured hope that Smith had kidnapped Turner as that was the only enemy he could think of that would go to those lengths but after the call of the previous day, he was back to square one with no headway in sight as to Turner's whereabouts.The call with Smith had gone something like this:“I know you have Turner with you, Smith. You don’t have to play this dirty. Let him go and we can talk.” Ryan growled into the phone, annoyed that Smith even had the audacity to call him after holding Turner hostage.“What are you talking about, Ryan?” Smith asked, sounding innocent over the phone.“Cut the pretence already. Okay, tell me, what do you want? Why did you kidnap Turner.”“Kidnap? M

Ryan walked down the sidewalk and got into a black car which was parked at the curb waiting for him. Evans had been in the area to pick up his wife’s cravings for Chinese as he was trying his hand at being more romantic and spending more time with her after her near death encounter with leukaemia. He had decided to catch up with Ryan for a minute in his car when he saw that he was also in the same place ordering dinner.“Have you heard any news about Turner? Any ransom calls?” Evans asked, sipping some sweet tea he got for himself. Ryan paused from bringing out the rolls he got and replied, his voice low.“Yeah, he was brought into the hospital last night.”Evans dropped his cup in the cup holder and turned to Ryan.“Why didn’t you call me? Last night was a long time ago.”“I came out of the operating room a few hours ago, dead on my feet. I was in no state to talk to anyone. I should have told someone to inform you.”“It’s no problem. How is he? Did he tell you anything about who kid

Immediately he put the car in park, Ryan jumped down from the car, eager to get into his house. In his hurry, he didn’t even remember to lock his car but there was no one who would steal it as it was a gated neighborhood with strict state of the art security and patrol officers.He opened the door, grateful that his housekeeper was in and he didn’t need to waste any time getting the door open.“Draco!” He called out as he walked past the foyer and up the stairs to his room. He didn’t know where his housekeeper was in the house exactly but the last thing he wanted was the elderly woman looking at him crazy because it would look like he was having a conversation with himself. “Master.” Draco replied, a voice in his head this time.“Why did the screen come up when I was with Rebecca?” Ryan asked, irritated. He was annoyed that he had to cut his time with Rebecca short and hightail it out of her house because of the screen that had come up.He knew that there was a lot of sucking up he w