Michael was going to save his mother from thugs empty handed, at the moment he cared less if the thugs might be armed or not. The only thing running through his mind was to save his mother.He stepped so hard on the gas such that at some point the Rolls Royce tyres were not touching the ground; Jack bought hell of a car.It was a thirty minutes drive from the school but after few shortcuts and traffic violations Michael was already at the warehouse within the space of fifteen minutes.He fled the car quickly like he was been chased leaving the car door ajar. The place looked abandoned and quiet, cobwebs hanging from the roof to the floor. The only scent in the building was that of dust.His designed shoes printed on the thick dusty floor as he took quick and reckless steps deeper to the inside.He was panting quickly like he just chased a kangaroo down the building, he sighed heavily for a few seconds till he caught his breath enough to voice out “Mom! Mom?”The only response he got w
“Come on Mrs McCoy, you should know Mr Winchester better he is a man of his words, just answer us,” Mr Charles insisted.“Yes, he used to be a man of his words but a lot has changed lately. I don’t trust him anymore, ever since he recovered from his paralysis he have proved to be wiser and cunning; look at what he did to me in the court. I am not taking chances anymore,” Mrs McCoy retorted, it seemed she had already made up her mind.Mr Charles was determined to convince her otherwise “he will keep to his words, I will make sure of it,” Mr Charles said with a pledge as he hit his hand across his chest.Even a child could tell Mr Charles was lying to speak less of Mrs McCoy; he would be the one to advise his boss to go against his words later. “Beat it, Charles. You of all people should know I won’t buy these lies, until am out of here and I have the money sent to my account, I will not say another word,” Mrs McCoy said firmly as she leaned back to her chair with her hands crossed ag
What reasons could Michael possibly have to lie to his girlfriend that he was home all this while?“Make a call to the house again, let the guards search for him everywhere including the garden, swimming pool and even his bathroom if necessary,” Mr Winchester Instructed and his emissary excused himself to make the call.Turning to Emily “keep on trying his number, let’s see if it eventually connects”.Mr Winchester sighed heavily as he leaned against his car tapping the tip of his shoe against the floor in restlessness. In that moment, if he could summon a genie and make one final wish, it would be for his son to be at home as the text message had claimed.But he was met with a disappointment when Mr Charles reported “no sir, he’s not at home” shaking his head in negation.He turned towards Emily hoping she had better news but her expressions said it all; his line was still not connecting.Mr Winchester was devastated taking a next step seemed impossible, uncertain of what and where
Even the young officers could not believe the speed of Mr Winchester, before they could catch up with the billionaire he was almost hopping into his car.“You should calm down sir,” Mr Charles said as he grabbed his boss by the abdomen pulling him from behind to prevent him from tossing into the car.“Let go of me Charles, my son is in danger and I need to go safe him,” Mr Winchester retorted as he struggled loose from his emissary’s grip.The officers and Emily caught up just in time to intercept them. They swiftly closed the partially open door he was attempting to enter.“Keep calm, Mr Winchester, this is the police work. Allow us to do our work,” the inspector said as he stepped between the car and the billionaire.“The police? My son clearly mentioned that I should go and safe him. He did not mention the police,” Mr Winchester retorted.“But you brought the case to us, the matter is now in the hands of the police. We will take it over from here, that is our job” the inspector add
“Oh my Gosh! its so hot in here, my head hurts so badly,” Mr Winchester muttered as he slowly opened his eyes.“Ough!” Mr Winchester groaned as he tried to lift himself up. Not only was his head hurting his whole body was in pains like he carried the whole world on his back.He fell back on the bed due to the intensive pain he felt when he tried lifting himself up. He was blown off with frustration when rolled on his sides and discovered he was laying on blue beddings.He swiftly scanned the room with his eyes to validate his suspicions, confirming that he was indeed in the hospital. The door suddenly opened and a figure emerged. The emanate scent of smoke suddenly flooded in, the figure smelled like a car exhaust. If not for the fact that his emissary have been serving him for more than twenty years he would not had recognized him. Mr Charles appeared like a mad man who escaped from the psychiatric hospital and have been roaming the gutters for food.His clothes were all torn and d
“Relax, I did not do anything to you at least not yet,” Mercy responded with a sly chuckle.But it did not add up, why would she go through the stress of disguising as a nurse to sneak past the Winchester security outside the hospital room just to come in and do nothing?“Then why were you here? And who are you?” the billionaire asked again.“Like I earlier said; am Miss Mercy Adams and I was there to switch the television on for you guys”.It did not make any sense “you mean you took all this risk just to switch on the television?” Mr Winchester asked with so much disbelief.“Exactly. I wanted you to see how the explosion occurred, you were down. Now tell me Mr Winchester, after watching the footages, how will you rate my videography?” Miss Mercy asked mischievously.The men clearly understood what she was talking about but they wanted a confirmation “does that mean you were the one that made the video and sent to the media?”“It was my pleasure,” she replied with a sly chuckle.Judg
What was she talking about, what decision was the billionaire supposed to make the next day that she recommended he visits a psychologist?. But at the moment, the men were not worried about what she said instead they were more focused on finding out who she was.They were yet to know who EVA was, then came Arturo andnow his sister have added to the picture. “Sir, I think we may have a lead. She was not all that smart, she left her surname with us maybe we can capitalize on that and get some information about whom she might be.“Yes you are right Charles, make a call to the central intelligence and ask the director to help us find out who she might be. Let them make a search and get back to us as soon as possible,” Mr Winchester instructed and his emissary removed his phone and quickly dialed a contact.It was MrChristian, the director of Central intelligence. He considered Mr Winchester as his father; he had been benevolent towards him including sponsoring him through school and enlis
Mr Winchester dropped to his knees as the call ended and screamed like a raccoon. “What are you doing sir, please get up,” his emissary said as he tried to lift him to his feet.“She is right Charles, it is all my fault I am to be blamed for everything,” Mr Winchester said as he wept enormously. It was not the first time Mr Charles had seen his boss shed tears but it was the first time he did it miserably.“What are you saying sir, it is not your fault and everybody knows it”.“You of all people should know it is my fault. If I never went to the police station yesterday, the inspector and his men would still be alive. Only if I did not try to get Mrs McCoy out of here she would also be alive.Tell me Charles, am I not rather selfish; only because I want to save my son and his mother I have terminated seven innocent lives. What will become of their family now?”“Don’t speak like that, sir. Arturo and his sister are the ones to be blamed, they murdered them not you. They are trying to