Inside the Prosecutors Intelligence Service (PIS) building, opposite the receptionist's office, sat Everly and Savannah on the metal bench proposed for clients. The movement of people were as that of vehicles on the highway, the murmuring of clients and clanking of shoes on the tiled floor could be heard while the mingling scents of different cologne filled the air. “And that was it.” Everly said, the words leapt out of her mouth almost on their own. She had just narrated the ordeal of Edwin's death to Savannah. “Do you still love him?” Savannah asked, staring into her eyes, the question, although simple, felt heavy like she'd something caught up in her throat. She looked heavenward and exhaled deeply, her mouth crinkling into a smile. She pressed her lips together as her eyes misted with pain. “He was my future, my only hope…” she tossed her head down as tears trickled down the side of her nose. “Everything will be calm.” Savannah assured, cuddling her arms around her shoulders
“I've brought him, sir.” Rezende spoke with his head bowed. “You've done well,” Hubbard complimented, and half turned to him. “Give us a moment alone.” “You could have just said so instead of dragging me down here.” said tactless Darron, adjusting his crinkled shirt. His words seemed to hold a fiber of anger in it. “Watch your tongue!” Rezende said, feeling insulted. He drew his hands into a fist, ready to strike. “There'll be no need for that,” Hubbard warned. “You may leave now.” “I'm sorry, sir.” he apologized, his face buried in the ground. He took some steps backwards and excused them both. “The weather is so nice out here.” Hubbard said and turned to him. “You're the prosecutor in charge of the reopened murder case that took place a year ago, right?” he arched a brow. “Yes I'm, but if you're here to ask me to drop the case then I must say, you've approached the wrong person.” the words ran out of his mouth as though he spoke to his colleague. A dreadful smile curled up Hu
“What's wrong? What do you mean?” Diane yelled over the phone, storming into Coven's town police station. The clangorous station unexpectedly became still as all eyes sat on her figure. She froze to the spot, her eyes sweeping up and down the station, searching for Graeme Clough. There he was, gently packing up his stuff into an average-sized box, his phone captured between his shoulder and head. “Who could be behind this?” she wrestled with her thoughts. “We received orders from the higher ups to stop…” he lifted his gaze and found her standing some meters away, speechless. Her face crinkled, confused. He exhaled heavily, swept his palm across his forehead and threw his hands in a there's nothing we can do gesture. Diane slowly shook her head in disbelief, “This can't be happening.” she muttered under her breath as Graeme Clough advanced towards her and threw his arm on her shoulder. “Let's go grab a coffee.” he persuaded, bringing her along. Few months ago, her expectations sto
The bright sunshine painted irregular patterns of the terrace on the tiled floor of the corridor. There he was, Karl, standing behind the door to the apartment which once held perfect memories of himself and Everly. But now, filled with painful memories of what transpired that empty night. Seconds, minutes passed, he remained there, his eyes sweeping up and down the door. Flashes of events that transpired that night struck him at the spot. “Nothing would separate us, not in this world nor the other.” Everly thundered, he smiled in memory. The courage he saw in her that night was something close to impossible to behold again. “Run!” he spoke under his breath, covered in blood. The words send nervous chills up and down his spine. He gripped the concrete wall, almost crashing to the ground, his heartbeat seemed to stop momentarily as he clenched his shirt at the chest level, panting weakly. “You're him!” “Huh?” his eyes widened, loosing balance and crashing on the floor. The voice
“You'd better make sure of that before I pass on.” the words rang louder than a doorbell in his ears while he drove home. “Pass on?” Karl cogitated, clutching the steering and firing the engine of his Auqin V8. Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Ellie had gone through the list of top modelling agencies a million times, yet the search for a certain Everly proved abortive. Although she felt the need to rest after several hours of searching, however, she figured the books in the shelf appeared scathless and well positioned. “Why put it here when you wouldn't read it.” she spoke under her breath, a flash of curiosity glinted in her eyes as she moved closer to it. After all, Karl was away from home and wouldn't return any time soon. The thought increased her confidence level and in a split second she randomly took out one. ‘Chronicles of torment’ it read, Karl had initially buried its identity among others. Her finger flipped the pages cursorily, only to behold bizarre images of devices
“Mr. Darron has dropped the case.” Savannah whispered into Everly's ears. “What!” Everly yelped, slamming her pen on the desk,“Are you certain?” Savannah nodded. “Yes, he did so after meeting this strange man.” she tilted her head to the side as if trying to recollect his gaze. “A strange man?” Everly repeated faintly, narrowing her gaze, her mouth was cynical,“I knew he was never to be trusted.” she said, rolling up her sleeves. She angrily rose to her feet and made her way to Darron's office. A hundred and one eyes stared at Savannah as she yelled.“Where are you going to!” Her hands flew to her mouth as she noticed she was being a distraction to other workers. Shortly, not even Everly's shadow could be seen in a distance. “Father,” Hahn called out, his voice cold as an ice. His blue-tinted tumbling hair always complimented his handsome looks. He enclosed his fingers in his palm, rested his elbows on his laps and bent forward while he sat on the white sofa positioned horizont
Eyes closed, Graeme Clough slowly pushed his fingers through his black hair and tilted his head until it made a soothing crack sound as drops of water from the shower travelled down his body to his feet. There was no better way to end a day of stress and emotional setback than taking a shower. He raised his arm and reached for his body towel, which he hung on the door, wiped his body dry, wrapped it round his waist and paced into his bedroom. He picked up his face towel from the bed, gently drying his face of water, and then vigorously ran the towel through his hair. Meanwhile, his phone made some funny vibrational sound, it was another missed call from Diane. He picked it up from the bed and noticed he had missed her calls nine times. He flung his head backward against the wall and exhaled heavily. “It must have been so important.” he cogitated, punching in her number. Fortunately, she picked up. “I'm….” “I'll be your woman,” she threw her words quickly, “But,”, the sudden pause
“Huh!” Lloyd gasped. “There she is.” he said, pointing towards the door. “Where?” Savannah and Jenkins echoed, tilting their heads like an orbit fan while they searched for Everly. Meanwhile, She stood behind the full glass door, her face buried in her hair, her body had collapsed on itself, she stood there like a frozen object. Savannah and Jenkins swiftly paced out of the office. “What's wrong?” Savannah asked. “Did he hurt you?” The question flew out of Jenkin's mouth. “Nothing's wrong. He didn't hurt me.” she said, raising her head. “We should go now, it's late already.” “I'll take you home.” Savannah said, as she tried to go get the car keys, Everly caught her by the arm. “I can drive home.” she said, wearing a sober smile. “Are you certain? Will you be able to find your way home all by yourself?” Jenkins asked in a concerned voice while placing his palm on her forehead.“You don't seem to be doing fine. I'll take you home.” he said, pulling her by the arm. “Don't be li