Lance Dickson mopped off the sweats that beaded on his face and winced as he touched his cut lips. He couldn’t focus on the pain though as he knew that he would feel more than that or he wouldn’t even be able to feel anything again if he made the mistake of giving a wrong answer or making a wrong comment to the man who was speaking unhurriedly to him over the phone. He was just thinking of what he could have done differently about the situation that he found himself in at that moment. That bastard Jordan had proven stubborn to the end. What was he to do now? How was he supposed to know that he wouldn’t take the offer he had been preparing? After going to the ASP’s office to file his complaint with the ASP, not that he needed the man’s consent anyway but he had to go through the pretence of protocols anyway. He knew the man favoured Alarick but in the end, it didn’t matter. Lance had gone back to his office to wait for the moment when Alarick would come to his office to beg for lenie
Dec 2013 "Brechtefeld Kalani, president of the republic of Kiribati and the First Gentleman, Aaron Salaza sent their condolences to the governor of Baleria on the sudden demise of his family in a terrible accident. Her Excellency had deemed the incident as a national tragedy and there would be a day holiday to honour the dead and to commiserate with the governor for his tireless commitment to the country. The terrible incident happened yesterday, the 13th of Dec. 2013 when the plane that carried the family of the governor blasted amidst flight claiming the life of the executive family, their pilot and attendants. We at ACN networks gr….." Jordan switched off the television set in anger. On and on it went. He thought bitterly. Condolences will be sent. Sweet words will be spoken. Courageous speeches would be spouted. At the end of the day, nothing would be changed. Those bastards would walk free. They would get more cocky day by day believing that they are mightier than the gove
Jordan didn’t have what he could call ‘friends’ not in Baleria. He was still in touch with friends from Rova but Rova was another case. He had acquaintances and contacts but that was the extent of it. He had tried the friend route once after he resigned and that was how he earned the badge of his puckered flesh close to where his heart was. Very close. He rubbed at it absently as he could still remember the pain like it was yesterday. “It is getting worse, Chi,” he said as his cousin squirted a generous amount of honey on the pancake he had met her eaten when he got home in a tiff. “You would figure something out,” she said with her mouth full “Many more like you would figure something out. You have started already. That is what you should focus on” she chewed her food “Aaaaand I might join you in your….” “Don’t even think about it” Jordan snapped. It had been an ongoing debate between them for a while. After she had wanted to come back with him to Baleria three years ago, he had
Valencia Issachar looked at the man that stood on the threshold of the Victorian house, gaping at her like he had never seen a woman before. She looked down at the address on her phone. Oh yes, this was certainly the address. 16, Norksfold drive, Sanchusett, Baleria. She was not expecting it to be a home though, she had expected an office. When you get an ad for an assistant, of course, you expect to be received in an office by an actual business and not by a confused-looking man, standing on the threshold of what some would call a gothic-style home, gaping at you. She gave him a fleeting smile "Mr Alarick?" she tilted her head in question, her honey-coloured hair, waving gently as if asking a question of their own. Jordan berated himself for zoning out. Look at him, a Sherriff, well an ex-sheriff and a man of the badge; ex too, yet here he was staring at a woman as if he had never seen one before. Of course, he had seen his share of beautiful women, even Peonia had been beautifu
Valencia’s misconception about her job due to the way she had been received the day before was dispersed within the first hour after she resumed work the next day. This time she was directed to the outbuilding a bit farther from the house. She wondered what the building was used for in the past but none of its former purposes could be seen in the current state the building now. It had been converted into a modern office. The three comprises three well-equipped rooms. “This one is mine” Jordan had told her that morning as he pointed to the largest and she could see that the office where he received her the night before was more of a backup office compared to this. One side of the room was adorned with rows and rows of walled shelves that were choked with books. Valencia could almost hear the antique oak shelves protesting under the weight of so many books. She wondered what anyone would need with that much book but then being a private investigator must involve searching for a lot of
The first time had been uneventful. Jordan was tailing a woman who wouldn’t accept a divorce decree from her partner, Jordan’s client, even though the husband suspected her of cheating on him and he did a DNA test on their five years old child who ended up not being his child. After confronting the woman, instead of being contrite and repentant. She called her husband a liar and accused him of having trust issues. She wouldn’t leave the house nor did she accept the court summons sent repeatedly to her both at home and work. She left home one day with the boy without saying anything to Jordan’s client parking most of the man’s belongings with her. The main reason why Mr Andrews contracted Jordan was that in as much as the papers had not been signed by her, they are still technically married and issues could stem from that later. Baleria had a divorce law whereby the court could make a decree to have a marriage dissolved without assent from both parties in as much as there was enough
He still had no idea why she had suddenly switched from being his capable assistant to his apprentice but he couldn’t find fault with her. She was efficient. Every task he gave to her, she got done. It might take her a while but she was always pulling her own. Jordan dismissed the niggling thought that there was more to this woman than paranoia. “What more do you want, man?” his subconscious whispered to him one day when he was thinking the same thing. She had just completed a new task he gave to her and uncovered a tangible clue that was vital for the police investigation in the process. Sitting on the porch of the office that evening with a glass of brandy in his hand long after they have closed for the day, Jordan thought of what she had accomplished in the past weeks. He had given her more things to work on after working together with her on cases for a while. Her first independent job earned them a glowing review from the client. Alarick PI Firm was getting well known in Baler
She was never going back!Valencia thought in exasperation as she slammed the receiver down, hard enough to jar the telephone. She wondered how he had gotten her work’s number then she shook her head at her stupid thought.Of course, he could get whatever he wanted. He was Apache after all. She tried to bury her head behind her computer to avoid giving Laura, the secretary anything to pick on.The new secretary was good at what she does truly but Valencia couldn’t help but think that the lady was too inquisitive for her good.Maybe it was because Valencia had not been one that makes friends, she thought but she could almost feel her eyes crossed when Laura had been talking to her about nail polishes and asking personal questions like boyfriends and stuff after her first week at work.She supposed the girl was okay. In the overly bubbly way that some girls seemed to have naturally. No one could call Valencia bubbly for sure. She had once been called stiff as a corpse.“Maybe that was w