An hour later, a massive brown gate rolled open, revealing a wide compound, and the fleet of cars, led by the police van carrying Kendrick and that which carried his other men, sped into it.The air thickened with urgency as officers jumped from the cars, their voices cutting through the air with loud commands.“Move it boys!” barked officer Tony, his voice echoing across the compound as he gestured towards the exit. “Out of the goddamn car!” he snapped bitterly, pushing Brandon who only turned to him with a wide grin.He stood up, his steps still groggy as he emerged with his hands confined, the clinking of their handcuffs mixed with the officer’s commanding shouts.Another of the officers, young and visibly nervous, stumbled over his words, “W here is the leader of their team? Bring him out, we don’t have all day!”Kendrick, also shackled but calm, emerged with with measured steps, his calm looks obvious, Xavier, steadfast beside him, kept a frowned stare. They were the last to emer

Flustered, Kendrick shook his head gently, “But… but, I thought you had left when you walked out of my room earlier today?” he said. “How could that have been possible? Your dad told me to come stay here for some days and ensure that we get more acquainted, yet all you do is get busy with your daily activities without at least caring about my feelings and emotions?” Kendrick’s eyes rolled, “I am glad that you mentioned it was my dad who gave you the permission to come do that.” he replied, “I am of age to make my independent decisions, Knaver.” Kendrick said, his demeanor changing slowly. However, as they spoke, Emily who was in between kept turning to Knaver and back to her brother, her eyes narrowing as she followed every word they uttered. When she heard her brother call her Knaver, her eyes widened. ‘it sounded like a very familiar name to her.’ “oh, so I am irrelevant that you can’t see me in the middle of this anymore? How would you just come here and see me talk to my brothe

Meanwhile, In the dim light of her small, sparse room in the quarters of the old Rogers mansion, Mrs. Katherine Rogers sat hunched over, her frail body trembling with each breath. The room’s drab, beige walls seemed to close in on her as she waited for her daughter, Blossom, to bring her meal. The hunger pangs gnawed at her insides, and the emptiness of her surroundings only amplified her sense of despair. “Blossom, what’s keeping you?” Katherine’s voice cracked with a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Am I to spend my final days in this wretched state, starving and alone?” she yelled. Blossom, who had been moving sluggishly through the narrow hallway with a tray of food, pushed open the door with an irritated sigh. “A day from now, your granddaughter’s killer will be in court, and all you can think about is food?” She placed the tray on a side table with a clatter, her face a mask of barely concealed frustration. The tray held a plate of boiled potatoes and a thin port

Like they say, the next day came like a thief in the night. Kendrick stood up to a bedside alarm that filled his room with a loud yelling creaking sound. He hurried out of bed with a calm smile on his face, It was the day they all waited for, a day where the court would decide the fate of a man who had maimed the lady he once cherished so well. He shrugged lazily towards the table. Picking up his phone, he dialed the state’s lawyer's number. Unfortunately, the call ended abruptly. “What could be the issue right now?” he asked as he kept trying. After several attempts, he curiously decides to get across to Methot, one man he was fast adapting to. Immediately, the call went across and Methot’s voice came alive. “Hey man, how do you do? I hope you are aware that the court will be sitting so early by 8 today?” he asked. “Sure, but the point is that I can’t reach Marcus, the state solicitor,” Kendrick replied. Methot paused, then his response came slow and shaky, “Have you tried his ot

Throughout the long ride, Kendrick saw nothing on the road. No blockage, no gunshots, just a looming highway inviting him into a ride that made him arrive like an Olympic racer awaiting a gold medal. The cars rolled softly into the court arena, the large signpost welcoming them. The arena was silent and tranquil, a contrast to the uproar that waved at him when he left the county prisons. Brown pulled over at a car’s parking zone, and as Xavier’s normal task, he rushed out of the car, hurrying to open the door for Kendrick to alight. However, when he got there, Kendrick was already out of the car, he sometimes preferred to do it himself, after all, they were all human. “Sorry sir, I…I.” Xavier apologized, he felt he was late to get to the door. Kendrick gestured, “That’s nothing, man.” he said waving his hands in the airThey followed behind him slowly till he walked to the entrance of the courtroom. Out there, Methot hurried towards him, and they shook hands. “How come you own fle