CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

{ BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE }

I looked at who the caller was and I felt a pang of fear. The thought of how to dispose of Diana's corpse came to my mind and beaded sweat formed on my forehead. I wrinkled my face as I looked at my phone and back at Diana who was lying on the floor. " What do we do?" Zack asked getting off his seat " And who the hell is calling You at this time of the night?" he asked with a furrowed eyebrow.

I looked at everyone and I could sense their fears. " It is Mr Dickson." I manage to open my tight-sealed lips.

" I don't know why you are panicking over the death of a person who shot you in the head." Judith's voice made me look at her

" Are you telling me that what I did just now is right?" I looked back at her face. " Is it right to shoot you in the head?" she asked looking at everyone

" I don't know but I am not dead. She is and the better we take care of the corpse the better. " I replied

" And how do we do that? " Cassandra asked looking at my face." The same