Aaron's standpoint at the wailing figure of Julian's mother, prevented him from offering his condolence to her. Call it guilt, but he placed logical reasoning over his conscience. “Mi Hijo!” She cried aloud, her shaky figure, a sign she would soon be admitted to the hospital ward if no one did anything to separate her from the lifeless form of her son.“Bring him back, bring him back!” She helplessly flailed her hands in the air at the mortuary attendant, who stood still, welcoming her painful advances. “Miss Sullivan, I need you to be calm in situations like this, I promise you to get to the bottom of this,” Suarez spoke in a voice that would send the actual culprit into hiding. Aaron, for a minute moment, admired his audacity.Soli Sullivan could not believe in her wildest dreams that her son had become a corpse. His jarred neck and agape mouth showed her how many affiliations he had to withstand. When Suarez approached her for an autopsy, she blindly signed the papers, not acce
“The make-up brand in Korea will be rebranded in the coming month, I want to be present and grace the occasion.” Aaron looked forward to the event, and could not wait to visit Seoul. To him, it marked a milestone in his life and a legendary watermark in Churchill's history. The conference hall buzzed with his major shareholders and affiliate CEOs as they all paid attention to his planned event.“Churchill, that name rings a bell.” His mind flew back to the new findings that came with yesterday's visit to the morgue. “My husband worked for the late, Churchill's senior.” Soli's face of remembrance, and the disgust that followed afterward, made Aaron question what he owned and how they were all acquired.“Mr. Churchill?” Ariel lightly tapped his shoulder as a rye projected makeup specimen shone on his face. “So sorry about that, so…” Aaron continued, the meeting a success, but his raging mind remained in a frenzy. “Ariel,” he beckoned to his assistant, who stubbornly chose to work, des
The grim look on Grandpa Adolph's face said it all. He was very well acquainted with that name. The smile he wore slowly faded into a deep frown, with worry lines visible on his forehead. “Where did you hear that name?” Grandpa inquired from Aaron, who itched for some answers.“You are yet to answer my question, Grandpa Adolph. Who is Sullivan and what does he have to do with Churchill?” What, best, described this shitty situation, had no place in the American dictionary. Aaron needed to know why someone with a Sullivan surname had to be murdered in his space and such a gruesome and evil manner. The sour taste of guilt overwhelmed him and deep down, he dreaded the truth yet untold.Adolph hoped to the heavens that he would not be placed in between the crossfire the late Churchill senior had engaged himself with. Now, he had to explain an incident that he warned against and foresaw the implications in the future. Aaron waited eagerly, his patience waning out as Adolph took his time to
“Gus, where the hell are you, man?” His voice went straight to voicemail. Gus had still not gotten back to him, days turned to a week, and the end of the week approached speedily without a reply from Gus. Something was wrong, but what it could be, he had no idea. The company he swore to protect and progress with honesty, had him wondering if indeed Grandpa Adolph had told him the truth.Why did his grandfather decide to protect Henry, instead of letting him dance to the tune of justice? It was a question however that would never be answered. He arrived half past midnight, and the echoes of the quiet mansion resonated deep within him, he had come to acknowledge that all was not as it seemed and not all that glittered was gold. His heart, filled with empathy and the guilt his grandfather carried to his grave, had become his burden. He heard frantic movements in the kitchen area and waited patiently for the culprit to appear. After a while, Emily appeared with her hands and mouth f
“Click, click,” went the camera as the forensics analyzed the already decomposed body of Gus. “Another death in less than a week, huh?” Suarez had a face mask clung to his face, as he walked into the “do not enter” banner that sealed the railway off from passers-by.The call of Gus's demise came in the early hours of the morning when Aaron had Helen wrapped in his embrace. The dark cloud that hovered over them, seemed to have dissipated as she willingly welcomed his comforting stance on the bed. Aaron slowly dived into oblivion when his phone startled him.He would have a word with the person who disrupted his sleep, come morning, he thought to himself. The second ring had him sending a sneer towards the deafening sound that evaded the room. “Won't you get your call?” Helen asked, her voice still high from sleep. “It is way past midnight, whoever it is, can wait.” Aaron remained poised on the bed, his hand snaking its way around Helen's waist. The feeling is intense and tempting.He
Aaron wiped off the trail of sweat that formed at the apex of his head, the walls of the tiny alley, seemed to close up on him as he shoved Suarez aside, to have a close look at Gus, who lay abnormally, his ankle twisted to the back and his both eyes wide opened.“Who do you think could have done this?” Suarez's voice had become a hollow whisper, as Aaron found it difficult to decipher a single damn thing he said or shy someone would want Gus dead. “He should be taken to the morgue, I'll inform his family.” Aaron had no idea who he spoke to, all he knew was that nowhere was safe for those he loved. “You can't shut this off like it is nothing, Mr Churchill. You need to bring his killer to book, as his friend.” Suarez was not helping matters, his bid to find the suspect had made the man become an annoying metal gong. “What has the FBI done, since the gruesome death of Julian Sullivan? Nothing!” He bellowed, mixed with emotions, and he walked away from the crime scene.Helen stood from
“That wasn't part of the deal! I won't sit still and watch you sully my plans.” Aaron, curious, stood still behind Anna's door as he eavesdropped on her conversation. Anna, of recently, barely made a noise around the house, her voice had become a silent whisper. So Aaron, afraid that she might have hurt herself again, decided to check up on his ex-wife.She hissed into the phone but was rewarded with a disconnected sound from the other end of the line. Aaron, after a while of waiting in hiding, hoping to hear a hint of the puzzled call, came out of the shadows. “Hope I am not intruding?” He made his presence known to Anna, who did a poor job of masking her undiluted fury. “Aaron,” Anna called out to him in between stutters and concealed shock.Anna hoped to heaven that Aaron did not eavesdrop on her conversation with Henry, if not, she was screwed. The game of tango, she played with the old man, had become a comical circus, void of hubris. She had no idea he intended to execute a m
“So what you are saying is that you aided my uncle in taking out his arch-enemy without any prior knowledge as to what you were getting yourself into. Is that correct?” This was not the time for some fucking Q&A. Anna needed him to proffer solutions to the mess she had got herself into. “What do I do?” She inquired from Lucas, who stared at her blankly, his silence enough to cause her to shiver.“We are talking about The Almighty Henry Neville. What the hell were you thinking?” Lucas had no idea what to do and how to help Anna. She always appeared to be calm and calculated and the need to take revenge on her ex-husband was enough reason for Uncle Henry to prey on her, which he did to perfection. “I cannot help you with this, I am sorry.” He replied in defeat. He did not dare rebel against his Uncle unless he wished to die.Anna reminded herself while she got her hands soiled in the first place. The scrunching sound that came with Julian's skin sinking deep into the pocket knife and hi