Chapter 48

Ciara was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated.

She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Oliver would be implicated.

Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Oliver; she was hell-bent on snitching on Oliver with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Oliver and the best way she chose to do away with Oliver was snitching on him.

She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call.

She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obsession and posse