On the next morning, the news of Ferdinand's and José's mysterious disappearance from prison without a trace was the talk of the entire city and every news channel carried the news.Vincent's remote almost slipped out of his fingers while he listened to the news showing on his flat-screen TV."Vincent honey, what's the matter?" Tasha asked, appearing from the kitchen with two cups of coffee in her hands.Tasha sat next to Vincent and placed his cup of coffee on the glass table in front of him.She saw the shocked look on Vincent's face which slowly changed into a worried one."Vincent?" Tasha repeated his name.Tasha then turned to look at the TV and after reading the headlines, her heart seized.The cup in Tasha's hands slipped and shattered at her feet, pouring out hot coffee unto her foot. That was when she caught Vincent's attention.Tasha screamed and jumped up. Vincent put his arms around her and lifted her above the ground to avoid her getting injured with the broken ceramic cup
"Your brother escaped. Yes. But how does that mean I helped him? You told me to leave him there and that was exactly what I did. You watched me lock the cell after you walked out." Mr Alfredo Clayton told Ferdinand.Then how the hell did he manage to get out?" Ferdinand's tone lowered a little."How should I know? We left at the same time." Mr Alfredo sipped on his wine again.Ferdinand tightened his fists as if ready to throw a blow at the nearest person. He left the living room and entered his bedroom upstairs.Ferdinand paced left and right in his bedroom trying to figure it all out.Something told Ferdinand that Mr Alfredo had something to do with José's escape but where was the proof?Mr Alfredo had indeed left the prison with Ferdinand and he had come in alone. There was no one else.Unless of course, someone was hiding separately in the dark and waiting for them to leave.But if that was the case then who would have sent that person?Or did José escape on his own? That was a tho
One year later...Vincent paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, anxiously awaiting news about his wife, Tasha, who was in labour. He had never felt so nervous in his life. He had read all the books and attended all the classes he could, but nothing could have prepared him for the emotional rollercoaster that he was experiencing right now."Why didn't she let me go in with her? Typical Tasha. She's always worried about others. This is no time to put me first! I'm her husband!" Vincent thought. The wait was killing him.Vincent recalled the excitement and anticipation that he and Tasha had felt when they found out that they were expecting their first child. After a year of their marriage, they finally had a baby. A baby that Vincent couldn't wait to hold.He wished he could take all the pains away and bear it for his wife.Tasha's piercing screams came out of the delivery room once again and Vincent's heart skipped a beat.They had spent months preparing for this moment, f
"Sir, there is someone here to see you." Vincent's secretary informed him while his head was buried in papers."Who is it?" Vincent asked, clearly busy with other things."It's the detective chief inspector." his secretary answered.Finally, Vincent looked up from his papers after hearing his secretary's answer, "let him in." he said, putting aside some of the papers."Yes, sir." the secretary left and in walked a man with a defeated expression on his face."May I seat?" he asked.Vincent glanced at him, scoffed and then continued with the papers on his desk.The man took it as a yes and made himself comfortable."Mr Johnson. You are dressed so casually today. I can also tell by the look on your face that you have come to deliver the news of one out of many of your failed attempts at finding the Idris brothers." Vincent commented."Sir, it's not like I am not trying hard enough. I and my men are doing the best we can with the little you offer.""Then try even harder!" Vincent slammed
Vincent returned home later in the evening with a different look from what he normally carries on his face."What's wrong?" Tasha asked, seeing him enter the living room.Vincent lazily sat down on the couch and sighed heavily while allowing his suitcase to slip out of his fingers.Tasha walked up to Vincent looking worried."Where's the baby?" Vincent asked Tasha."In the cradle sleeping. A maid is watching over her." Tasha answered.Vincent covers his face with his hat after relaxing his head on the couch."Why are you so down?" Tasha inquired, determined to know everything."I don't want you to worry too much. You have a baby to take care of while I'm away and these kinds of things aren't for you to worry about." Vincent explained, removing the cap and lifting his head to sit up properly.Tasha smiled, "It's about the Ferdinand and José problem isn't it? What did the detective say?" "You don't need to know that honey." Vincent waved Tasha's question away."Yes, I do. I am your wife
Mr Johnson was dropped off at the police station by his colleague who had to go somewhere else."I'll report back on my own then." Mr Johnson said."Good. So if the lie is discovered, I won't be known as someone who supported it." Mr Johnson's colleague replied and drove off, letting a gush of wind hit again Johnson who was still standing by the roadside."Dick head." Mr Johnson cursed and turned around.Now facing the police station, he sighed, "Here goes nothing."Detective Chief Inspector Johnson entered the CID office, his head hung low and his steps heavy.As he walked towards the Superintendent's office, he could hear the sound of his colleagues talking and laughing."Hey, Johnson! How many more years do you need to solve that case?!" one of them mocked and others laughed, not forgetting to also contribute."I bet he's going to tell the CID he can't handle the case anymore.""How hard can it be to find just two escaped convicts?" the third added, grinning while the first two lau
For his life in front of his captor, Mr Johnson knew he was in trouble the moment he saw the menacing look on Jared's face.Even a little child could see that face and know in an instant that this current predicament that Mr Johnson had found himself in was no joke.Jared made sure to make it clear to Mr Johnson that he was now the boss of the moment. That needed no effort, of course. Jared was a man with a terrifying glare right from the start.Mr Johnson stared at Jared, waiting for whatever the question would be but as soon as Jared shook the gun just a little bit, Mr Johnson's eyes stared down at the floor in fear.Jared smirked seeing how pathetic the man he had to deal with was."Please just tell me what you want." Mr Johnson begged, hardly managing to hold back his tears.In his entire life, nothing scared him more than death. How he got his job remained a mystery. Perhaps he thought there were a lot of things he could dodge while being surrounded by men in uniform."Stop your
"You what?!" Vincent exclaimed through the phone.He couldn't believe his ears. Did Jared just commit murder? That was not part of the plan."Sir. I can handle it. Don't worry about anything." Jared tried his best to calm Vincent down."How the hell do you expect me to calm down?! You just k..." Vincent held his tongue when he realized he was about to shout out the crime."I'll work things out sir. Let me call you back." Jared said. He ended the call when Vincent was about to speak and Vincent almost threw his phone across his office."Fuck!" Vincent scratched his head repeatedly while pacing back and forth in his office, feeling exasperated with the whole thing.How could Jared go as far as committing murder? There's no doubt he will get arrested after someone finds out about it. How wouldn't anyone notice the absence of the detective chief inspector?Vincent went to the part of the office his phone landed and picked it up. Seeing it in good condition, Vincent decided to call Jared a