So sad.

Who wants Wayne dead? tell me,” Amber asked. Mr Ralph shook his head.

“I'm sorry Amber, but, that I cannot tell, not until I have finished my job,” Mr Ralph said.

Amber looked back and then forth, at him. She was confused, and she didn't know what to say next.

“Mr Ralph, please I will advise you so are Wayne's life, I don't know what that man has done to deserve all these death wishes, but at least, spare him,” Amber pleaded.

“Death wishes?“ Mr Ralph giggled.

“Weren't you at my house when he attacked with his men? Weren't you there to witness all of my men dead, and even you, weren't you almost shot dead?“

“Wayne is not a killer, he's only a defender, I heard, yes I heard everything,” Amber nodded, Mr Ralph gazed confusedly.

“You heard what?“ Mr Ralph asked.

“I heard about the attack at his birthday party, I heard about the death of his father, I heard I was once his wife, I heard I once shot him, yet…” Amber paused for a few seconds, then she continued.

“Yet he saved my life, yet he