Johan's eyes brightened at his wristwatch while he laid on the couch like a log of wood. “Huh?” he gasped, jerking from the couch. It was exactly three in the afternoon. “How could I have slept this much?” he cogitated, fully aware he'd to be on air by four to report the news of the murder case. His somnolent eyes swept across the room. Suddenly, he grabbed his tie and briefcase as the thought of being queried by his boss who possessed a devil-may-care personality struck him. He pulled out a drawer, took out his apartment and car key, forced his legs into his shoes, fixed his shirt buttons as he paced towards the door. He angrily grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door of his apartment shut. His tie hung behind the upright collar of his blue shirt, whilst his briefcase was held under his armpit. He hastily thrust his fidgeting hand into the depth of his pocket, rescued his drowning key, and slid it into the lock. Lost in thoughts, he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in
“Everly.” Savannah forced the name out of her throat, her voice was laced with emotions. She couldn't have shown how hurt she was, standing before Jenkins and staring into his cold eyes. The pain of being a girl who couldn't help her man engulfed her. “Hey, what's wrong?” Everly asked in the most concerned tone. Her eyes ran curiously while she held her arm. “You seem so serious.” Everly could easily tell that there was something wrong, she hadn't met Savannah in this shape before. Whatever the problem was, it needed an urgent solution. “Yes,” Savannah replied, wearing a tearful smile. “It's about Jenkins. He requires my help but,” She hesitated, her body collapsing on itself. “Is it okay to open up? What if she isn't able to help out?” she cogitated. Never wanting to bother Everly with matters of this magnitude. “But what?” Everly's eyes brightened at her word. “I fear I might not be of help to him.” she said, blinking back tears. “Keep calm. It's going to be alright.” Everly
Johan pressed a hand on his temple and bit his lips, while he kept the other hand on the steering. “Do you want to end up like her?” the words rang so loud in his ears. He hadn't been threatened his whole life. “Why this all of a sudden?” He fired the engine of his car, forcing his way through a crowd of people before bringing it to a halt in the parking lot. He quickly unstrapped his seat belt, picked up his briefcase and got down from his car. Meanwhile, he'd noticed a man standing before the full glass revolving door that let into Oritz, which happened to be the biggest television station in coven town. It was his boss, Naylor, his arms were folded defiantly across his chest as he continued to tap the tiled floor with his foot while he awaited Johan's arrival. Johan exhaled deeply, over the past few weeks Mr. Naylor had proven to be a thorn in the flesh. Many a time he often thought he was no different from the devil in hell. He adjusted his tie and paced further with a neat smil
The moon shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it an end to the night's activities. The sound of screeching tires could be heard in a distance as Johan brought his car to a halt outside his apartment. The smell of cigarette hit him as he pushed open the door of his car. He swept his eyes up and down his apartment with one arm on the door, the other on the car top, while his foot remained on the brake. There was no reason whatsoever for him to perceive the scent of a cigarette. More so, he was the only one staying in the apartment. Did someone visit? Or is it a ghost lurking around?, He cogitated. Unfortunately, there was no light bulb outside his apartment to brighten the environment. He head dived into his car, gripped his torch, then shut the door of his car as he slowly paced cautiously towards the backyard which happened to be ghost quiet, sniffing his nose as he held his torch firmly in like manner of a cop in the strategic weapons and tactics team.“Hello?” he said,
The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early morning activity.“You may have your seat.” Darron said.“Thank you.” Graeme Clough replied, pulling a seat for himself.The sudden silent afterwards felt so awkward, it was their first time meeting each other yet, it felt like they've had a thing or two in the past. Graeme Clough flicked the arm of his chair with a finger as he kept Darron firmly in his gaze. He had figured Darron gave the order to drop the murder case of Edwin but by the look of things he only acted out as a puppet since the order to drop the case was too sudden so, who exactly was the master? Darron rubbed the sides of his mouth with his two fingers. “No bruises or injuries yet, confirmed dead?” his words tore through the silence as he arched a brow. Graeme Clough kept mute for some seconds as he gazed at the open window binds.“Ok, I get it” Darron said, automatically shutting the windows. “You can start talking, now!”“Is th
The bright smile on Hahn's face needed no one to interprete, the long wait was over, he would finally get to see Everly in a few hours time. Standing before the mirror on his turquoise blue suit, he buttoned his shirt at the wrist level and straightened his tie.“You look perfect, son.” Luis Maria praised from behind. The smile on Hahn's lips lengthened as he gazed at his father through the mirror.“Do I?” he asked, thrusting his hands into his pockets as he turned to him.“I bet she'll realize how good of a man you are the moment she sees you.” “We don't have to be quick to judge father. Or don't you think so?” Hahn pointed out. His words painting a clear picture that he'd always gotten rejected, in case his father had forgotten so soon. However, his rejection came as a result of his arrogance and wrong idea that women could be easily gotten with the affluence of his father's wealth, not leaving out his unchecked temper. Luis Maria struck a finger on his chest. “Just keep that l
“This way sir.” one of the cops led the way into Johan's apartment while Graeme Clough who was accompanied by a squad of policemen followed behind.The creaking of boots could be heard as he approached the crime scene, which was shortly barricaded with barrier tapes after the arrival of his subordinate, Phanuel.“How bad is it?” Graeme Clough asked as he got close enough.“Awful sir.” “Did you find anything similar?” “Yes sir.” Phanuel nodded. Beside him was a cop holding out an arm as he offered a pair of rubber gloves which he'd earlier requested for.“I'd like to have a pair also.” —Graeme Clough gazed at the entrance door to Johan's apartment before being offered a pair of rubber gloves.“A moment please.” Phanuel excused himself as he forced his trembling hand into the glove. He'd certainly had a rough week. Maybe he needed more than an excuse to get over with this situation that happened to grow worse each breaking day.Coven town wasn't safe anymore. Two deaths recorded in le
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the sky.Edwin tossed himself to both sides of the bed as he continued to wrestle with his thoughts before finally sitting up. He rubbed the skin on the neck as he gazed out through the half glass window.All this while Ellie kept him firmly in her gaze as she stood by the door. The burden upon him was too much to bear although, she felt a strong desire to embrace him from behind, but that wouldn't lift the burden off his shoulders. “Are you unable to sleep?” she asked.“Huh!” he yelped. His eyes held a flash of shock as he half turned to her.“I thought you were asleep already.”“Well, I was,” she threw her eyes to the top of its frame. “But, not anymore.”A watery smile creased his face, remembering Everly as he gazed at her before breaking eye contact.“Yes, I'm. Come on in.”She paced in on her night gown and sat beside him, but the night sky again captured his attention. She gazed at his lips, but that was all she could do, l