“Do you think Camila had any reason to harm your mother?” detective Riley asked as Smart scoffed.“Absolutely not. Camila was her friend. She was a very good friend. My mum even took her like a daughter she never had. She wouldn’t hurt her.” Duncan said firmly which Smart agreed to without hesitation. Riley tapped his pen against the folder, his eyes never leaving the brothers. Smart was beginning to shake. He was having a hard time coming up with the terms that his mother was gone. Duncan placed a hand on Smart's arm, a silent plea for calm.“Detective, we’ve told you everything we know. If you have more questions, talk to our lawyers.” Duncan said, holding his brother's hand firmly. They were each other's support now and he wouldn't let anyone make his brother feel uncomfortable. Riley smiled faintly, closing the folder.“Oh, we will. But don’t go far. Something tells me we’ll be seeing you both again soon.” he said as the brothers exchanged uneasy glances as Riley stood and left th
She gave him some time to himself and when she felt like he needed someone beside him, she sighed, entering inside. She looked around, feeling guilty for entering the house. She thought it was abominable for her to enter the house of the woman who never wanted her to be with her son and now she was dead and Sheila felt like somehow, she was at fault. If she didn't come into Duncan's life, he wouldn't have quarreled with his mother for her sake and he would have been here with her today not mourning her. She sat beside him. She didn't say anything or try to touch him. She just let him be. When she felt like he was okay, she wrapped her hands around him, patting him.“It's okay. I'm here for you. Everything is going to be okay,” she said, wrapping her hands around him.“Nothing is ever going to be okay, Sheila. She's gone and she's never coming back and it's all my fault,” Duncan said, crying.“It's not your fault. Abraham is the one that should be blamed,” Sheila said as Duncan left h
“Are you sure? You have Camila to deal with,” Smart said as Keith scoffed.“She was like a mother to me. You two aren't her only sons and Camila would be fine because she won't be there for long. Baby Austin needs his mother,” Keith said as they all placed their hands together.“For mother,” they shouted as Mr Kevin stepped forward.“Don't leave me out of this. You can all use me as you want,” he said as they nodded.They all found out that Mrs Genevieve had seventeen stab sounds when the results from forensic came in and Camila's fingerprints were on the scene. There were no other traces of anybody coming and leaving the house. It was only Camila which made her the suspect for the murder. Detective Riley calls for Camila, placing the forensic report on the table, his expression grim. Camila sits across from him, her face pale but defiant.“The forensic results are back, Ms. Joffrey. They confirm what we suspected. Your fingerprints are the only ones on the weapon, and your DNA is al
“What is she doing here?” Duncan asked as everyone looked at him. Sheila chuckled nervously.“Is there a problem? I'm supposed to be here,” she said as Duncan scoffed.“Is there a problem, Duncan?” Keith asked.“I just don't want her here. I don't want to see her face,” Duncan said as Sheila scoffed.“Well, sorry to disappoint you but you'll have to see my face. If you don't like it, you can leave,” she said as he glared at her. Sheila turned to Keith, smiling but she wasn't happy. Since Mrs Genevieve died, it's as if the love Duncan had for her died as well. She knew he secretly blamed her for his mother's death. He couldn't even look her in the face without glaring at her. It was becoming impossible to stay in the same room as him. “So, I found out why lawyers are backing out from Camila's case,” she said as Smart looked at her.“What did you find?” He asked her.“Someone must have threatened them with something they loved if they defended the case,” Sheila said, showing evidence.
The venue was decorated elegantly with dark, glowing colors that complemented the flashy dresses worn by the guests. Keith Thompson graced the hall with his demeaning presence. He stood out perfectly amongst the guests, dressed impeccably in a black fitted three-piece suit that clung to his muscular build. His short black hair was slicked back, and his black piercing eyes watched the woman at the other side whose blonde hair bounced up and down her shoulders as she moved gracefully through the room. That woman was Sheila Hockings, Keith's new wife. She tagged behind her mother greeting the guests. The wedding was exactly how Sheila dreamed it to be, and Keith made sure to make it to her pleasing. Now the weight on his fingers where the ring lay served as a reminder of the success of this day. Keith had many things to be grateful for, like his skyrocketed business. He was now a man with a net worth of a hundred and ten million dollars, all his years of striving with businesses, takin
Sheila frowned, yanking out the piece of paper with a bank logo sticking out of the mailbox, and with piqued curiosity she made her way back into the house. She proceeded instantly to rip the letter open and caught a glimpse of the name Thompson, to whom the letter was addressed. With a frown, she skimmed through its content. Her eyes widened with shock, soon replaced with irritation and anger.At the sound of approaching footsteps, she moved her attention from the letter to watch hier father descend the stairs. She growled, handing him the letter. "He hasn't made any money." "What do you mean?" Her mother's voice followed as she exited the kitchen."Keith is a broke loser," Sheila said.Her mother chuckled dryly, although her face showed no sign of amusement. "Tell me something I don't know.""His bank wants him to file for bankruptcy," her father explained.Her mother's brows scrunched up in consideration, "But then those jobs?""He just leeches unto us that good for nothing." Her
Keith flinched, staring at Sheila from where she stood almost completely shielded behind Frank with a smirk plastered on her face."Not so brave now, are you?" Mr. Hockings mocked. He kept his gaze on Sheila, staring deep into her eyes wondering what happened to the kind and considerate Sheila. Her attitude hurt the most because she was his only hope and solace against the hardship of the world."Did he bother you?" Frank asked Sheila with a worried frown and that caused an unsettling feeling within Keith. Keith glared in confusion, then asked Frank, "Why would you become friends with the Hockings? What's with the sudden friendship?" Frank smirked, "I don't see any problem, Keith, they are free from their debt, there is no reason to hold a grudge. You should be concerned with yourself or have you forgotten your responsibility, Keith?"Keith knew Frank was right and he had something more concerning to be worried about. Frank was here to collect the rest of his debt and even if he ha
Keith's smile slowly faded, it was certainly more than a person the footsteps confirmed it. He wiped his sweaty palms against his pants, his heart pounding against his chest. It could be Sheila, but she hadn't come alone. He felt half his anticipation and courage slip away with the hope he managed to establish minutes ago.Sheila soon appeared before him and he assumed she wasn't alone. Her parents stood at each side of Sheila and two cops stationed behind them armed with their batons. Keith gulped down nothing but his heart relaxed a bit when he saw Frank wasn't in attendance."Jeez, Keith, is that you?" Sheila's voice was soft, her lips stretched into a teasing smirk, "I almost didn't recognize you through all the filth," she wrinkled up her nose in disgust.Hurt spilled through Keith, these people had messed up his life despite his sacrifices. Mrs. Hockings regarded him with her head held high and a pitiful look fixed on her face but it was a different story for Mr. Hockings, who w