Legs crossed, Everly clicked her fingernail against the round table.“Can you go straight to the point?”Her eyes searched his handsome face for answers.“Take it easy,” Hahn said. “I've….”“Something to say?” Everly interposed. “Is that it?” “Yes but…”“Look here, I don't know what my father has assured you of,” she paused and smirked. “But, you and I, we can't be a thing.”“How sure are you? Your father.....”“My father will do nothing.” her eyes brightened at her words. “The decision is mine to make.”Hahn drew in slow, steady breath as he hid his arms behind him and clenched the chair with a death grip. After which he squeezed his eyes shut, tilted his head to both sides and exhaled deeply.He leaned forward and placed his hands on the table, his gaze boring into her cheeks.“I understand but….”“No,” Everly said, pursing her lips. “ You don't.”Hahn withdrew his hands and hid them in between his thighs as he formed them into a fist. “Can I talk?”“No, I think we're done here.”
Graeme Clough tapped his foot as he hummed his favorite song while rocking his chair back and forth. The process seemed to be longer than he thought, besides he never wanted to sit idle while Diane did all the work, but she'd earlier told him to do so since he'd no medical knowledge whatsoever. More so, she thought he would be a big distraction, which he actually was, by engaging her in discussions she wouldn't want to be a part of. Security, politics, and clocks were the favorite of his topics. She'd always wondered but kept mute anytime he began his talks on clocks.She definitely wouldn't tell him how it felt, but within the few minutes he'd say a thing or two about it, she felt a hollow weakness in the pit of her stomach. Although, she never did speak to him about, but compared to the ill feeling the clock gave her, the rocking chair and tapping foot felt worse. She raised her eyes and smiled at him whilst placing her thumb firmly on the marked spot on Johan's corpse.“Alright, I
Graeme Clough's eyes ran both sides of its frame as he gazed at Naylor, who moved to both sides of his office.“You should stay calm. There's nothing you can do to bring him back.” he leaned forward on his chair. “He's gone.”Naylor's heart shook at the word as a shadow of doubt crossed his face. “No, that can't be true. He tried to say something.” Naylor stuttered, moving to and fro.“So?” “I never gave him a chance to do so.” He stared at his palms with the eyes of a murderer. “I could see it in his eyes,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “He was scared.”“Of course, he…” Graeme Clough paused and blinked his eyes.If he was scared and tried to speak then, it could mean he already met with the psychopath and for some reasons, he knew he would die.The sudden silence left its warmth on Naylor's skin, he tilted his head to the side and gazed at Graeme Clough who seemed to be lost in thoughts before waving his arms across his face to get back his attention.“Are you still here?
The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, bringing with it a flurry of early morning activities. Dressed in a white plain shirt, blue denim jeans and white sneakers, Karl gazed at his wristwatch as he gulped down a mouthful of hot lavender tea prepared by Ellie, after which he clenched his briefcase and turned to leave.Waiting for answers appeared to be difficult than he thought. Although, he'd no idea on how to get the answers he required, however, finding the cop who helped him that night was a good way to begin.“Don't you think I should come along?”Ellie's voice matched the softness in her gaze. For a brief moment, he gazed at her as though she were Everly while he raised his arm halfway to her face, then paused as he realized he was making a mistake.She gazed at him and blinked back tears as he slowly retracted his arm and thrust it into his pockets. This was one of those moments she'd wished he would do something without the thought of Everly coming into play.A
Ellie strode with Karl into the clangorous station in her blue mini gown and white blazers, which got cops tilting their heads in her direction with parted lips. She'd always wanted to grip his arm and walk side by side with him like a couple, but each time she tried to do that, he'd always move a step ahead of her. Fortunately, she gripped his arm as they walked towards Phanuel who sat at the extreme right corner.“Where's your boss?” Karl asked.“Who are you?”Not much of a surprise to Karl if he didn't remember him, besides, he was out on duty while Graeme Clough was the one who actually helped out.“Just put him on the phone.”“Alright.”—Phanuel did as he requested and put a call across to his boss.“Sir, there's someone waiting to see you.”“Who's that?” Graeme Clough asked.“I don't know.” the words seemed to drag themselves from his mouth as he raked his eyes up and down Karl. “They don't look familiar but, it seems really urgent.”“I'll be with you right away.”—Graeme Clough
“Sir, I need a favor from you.” Everly said, cuddling the files in her arm. She'd just arrived at the office a moment ago but, didn't see the need to get some rest despite going through the heavy traffic and having a flat tire on her way. She scooted into the office, picked up the files on her desk, and found her way to Darron's office. “Don't you think you should rest?” She clearly understood what he meant but, she couldn't risk waiting, not even for another minute, so she swept an arm across her forehead and got rid of the sweat.“No, sir, I'm fine.”Although, she didn't seem anything like her words but, pulling the matter any further would be of no use because determination was well written over her face.“So, what is it?” he asked, leaning backwards on his chair.“I seek an audience with the cop who came by a few days ago concerning the recent killings.”Darron tilted his head to the side and arched a brow. “How did you know about that?”“It's all over the internet, sir.”“Oh,”
Everly scampered into the clangorous station house while she panted and raked her eyes all over the place searching for Graeme Clough. Although, she didn't get a good look at him the last time he came around to see Darron but, she was however certain that she could recognize him if he did come around.“How may I be of help to you?”—a random cop approached her.“I seek an audience with,”—she raised her heels and gazed above his broad shoulder. “A certain cop, which obviously isn't you.” A smile pulled his lips to the side. “Very well then.”—he half turned to Phanuel who was busy. “You should meet with him. He'll certainly be of help.”“Thank you.”—she strode up to him and pulled a seat for herself.“Would you like a coffee,”—Phanuel copied some information from the computer screen. “Or tea?”“Pardon?”His hand came to a halt as he noticed the voice wasn't that of Kylie. Perhaps did she have a change of mind? But, he clarified it for her not to send any of her friends because this was
Allender rose to his feet, gripped his arm behind him and bowed as Hubbard strode into his office in a white instead of his favorite black suit. The devil dressed as a saint. The color of his outfit always complimented his mood, and this was just that part of him no one would beg to see. The sudden change sent icy chills down Allender's spine. Despite being a highly skilled hitman, he knew Hubbard wasn't the type to joke or joke with because his past was able to cripple the minds of those who would dare to give a listening ear.Be it in his youthful days or presently, Allender knew quite well he was no match for him so if he'd requested to meet in his office, then it wasn't just a bogus statement, it'd to be a fact. Hubbard fully aware that if Edwin, now Karl, happens to be alive then it was only a matter of time before fate brings him to his daughter.“You may have your seat.” —Hubbard loosened the knot of his tie and sat. “I don't know what to believe anymore.”“I shot him and I