Neil wasn’t the happiest man in the world when he heard his friend was sentenced to life imprisonment. This was something he least expected from George. What friend wanted to hear that?A whole George he knew! The guy can barely shoot a gun!That evening, he walked by the beach and stared at the ocean. The land breeze was nice, no doubt. Few people folded their mats to end their tanning since the sun was going in. Neil smiled. Of course it was the beginning of summer! Every living soul wanted to tan, except him of course. That wasn’t even a thought in his mind at that moment. His phone vibrated and he took the call. Morrie was calling. “Yeah?” He didn’t sound as energetic as usual. “Are you fine? You sound too relaxed.” “I am at the beach. Perhaps that’s the cause.” She giggled. “Yeah. I heard about your friend. I am so sorry about him.”“It’s nothing,” Neil didn’t mind. “He got what he deserved. An innocent child was made motherless because of him.”“Imagine that! Do you know ho
Neil enjoyed the fear in Morrie’s eyes. He enjoyed the smell of freedom again. How long was he to pretend? How long was he to cover up for his crimes and be Mr good? He was tired of being Mr Good! He is tired of being everyone’s favorite detective. He was tired of losing women he loved. “What is the meaning of this?” Morrie was confused. “I request for an explanation immediately.”Neil rolled his eyes and paced about the room for a while. “Promise to keep quiet and not judge.” He made her give her word. “I promise. Just tell me what is going on.” He sat beside her and dropped the gun on the side stool. “I was never like this. I do not usually like women. She forced me to be like this, I promise.” “What are you talking about?”“She was a very beautiful model. She appeared in every magazine and I loved her. I shared my first kiss with her. I also shared my first sex with her because she was crazy for me. We were into each other. So into each other. Then that idiot came and ruined e
Morrie stared at him with rage. She struggled to set herself free. Once again, it was to no avail. She was full rage. “I do not care what Melanie did to you. You killed the mother of a child. Not only did you do that, you also framed your friend!”“I didn’t mean to drag George into this. He was the only way to distract the police.”“So those letters in his house were fake?”He shook his head. “They weren’t. He wrote those letters himself, but never sent it. As for the broken necklace, I planted it in his drawer. I knew you would doubt him and search his home. As for the diary, I ripped out the page that had my name in it.”“When did you do all this? You didn’t know he will confess loving Melanie, did you?”“I didn’t,” Neil shook his head. “But the night he did, I knew it wasn’t chance to frame him. I dropped him at his home and came back in the dead of the night to break in.”“You broke into his house?!”“How else could I have planted the broken necklace? It was my only way.” Morrie
“She isn’t home!” The sergeant told Neil as he knocked on Morrie’s door the tenth time. Neil already knew she wasn’t home. He got back into his rented car and asked the sergeant to get in. “Perhaps she went to see a friend. Let us see her some other time.”The sergeant didn’t look satisfied. “Can I suggest something?” He asked. Neil raised his brows. What’s the man doing? “We should ask her neighbors if they’ve seen her. That should help.”Neil shook his head. “No need for that. It is prying. We shouldn’t be prying.” “The CO said she sent a danger signal also. We shouldn’t be too relaxed.”Neil hated the insistence.“Are you teaching me my job?”“The CO will be angry with us if we come with no tangible news. Knocking on her door and leaving is not a good start.”Neil frowned at the sergeant. The sergeant was smarter than he thought. He was becoming a nuisance. One of Morrie’s neighbors stepped out and the sergeant went to her. Neil joined them with a carefree look.“Hello, ma’am,”
Detective Ronald (Third Person POV)Detective Ronald fidgeted with the watch in his office as his men brought in more boxes they found at Neil’s home. His visit was unexpected. He did that on purpose. He was once a secret agent during his younger days. So he knew what he was doing. When he heard of Neil’s closeness to Morrie and George, he thought of him as a first suspect. Not that Neil did something wrong or caused him to doubt. But the guy’s convenient way of getting away with cases, shocked him. Why haven’t they found Morrie’s stalker yet? Why was Neil conveniently slacking instead of searching for Morrie? It made no sense to him. Finding Morrie’s smartwatch at his home only made things worse. It barely made his doubt any better. “Open those boxes and tell me what is in there. Remember to use the gloves.”His men nodded and they began to bring out some old dusty items. The CO rushed in with disbelief. “How are you here so fast?” He asked.“We’ve got a case on our hands, sir,” R
Tears flooded Neil’s eyes. Once again, there was no response. He heard the sound of sirens coming from a distance which scared him. Without hesitation, he ran out of the building and escaped into the forest. He could barely think straight anymore. His phone buzzed and he checked who it was. It was the CO. Neil wasn’t sure if to answer the call or not. When he did, the CO sounded normal.“Where are you Neil? The new detective is here.”Neil wasn’t surprised. That was why there was so much going on. This new detective was too good. How did he figure him out so quickly?Neil hung up the call and removed his SIM card. He broke it into two and tossed it aside before slipping his phone into his pocket. He needed to get a new SIM card. He couldn’t risk being traced.He was lucky to find Fynn at the bar looking like he just saw a ghost. His nice blue shirt was moist with sweat. The weather wasn’t even that hot.“Are you fine?” Fynn asked.“Do you have a sim you aren’t using anymore ?” he asked
Neil didn't expect to be cornered by the police like that. In fact, he knew he crossed the line by coming back home anyway. This new detective was trouble and he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for it. Neil gazed around his room, thinking of a plan. He stroked his beard with a stern look, until his eyes fell on his window panes. He gasped with a smile. “Yes! Of course! The window!”Without hesitation, he jumped out of his window and scurried out of the compound, trying to make the least noise. “He isn’t here,” he heard the detective tell his mother with his thick British accent. “He was here a few minutes ago. I promise,” his mum was too naive to understand what was happening. Neil threw one last look at his home before blending with the citizens. In the forest, his mind wasn’t at peace. He thought of the mail that was sent to him and why it was sent. At that moment, he was stranded and needed all the help he could get. But how was he sure he could trust the sender of the mail? Wha
Neil narrowly escaped into the forest, back to his little home which ought to be his point of abode. How wrong he was! In less than thirty minutes, the police flooded the forest trying to comb the entire woods. Neil knew for sure that he was in trouble. The forest wasn’t safe for him anymore. He snuck his way out of the forest and made his way back to the highway, where he walked aimlessly. He had nowhere to go, or who to meet up with. He couldn’t flee the state either. After an hour of walking, he slept in a closed alley, with a few homeless people who didn’t know what was going on. “Do you want some bread?” One asked, offering him moldy bread. It was a woman with a child whose body was full of blisters. “Sure,” Neil accepted it nicely and stared at the young girl. The girl looked like she was in pain and needed help. “You should take your daughter to the pharmacy.”He told the lady, looking concerned. “We do not have the money for that. Please mind your business. I didn’t give yo