Eleanor's POV"Yes?" I said over the phone "Who is this?" I asked "It's Alina, Ryan's wife" "Oh, Alina, hi" "Hi" She replied, she was quiet"Is there a problem?" I asked "Yes and we need your help" "What is it?" "Ryan was arrested. I am guessing you have not seen the news yet" she explained "No, what did I miss?""Ryan is being arrested for murder" "Murder? Why? Or how rather?" I inquired "I do not know the details yet" she answered "What is the good saying?" "They wouldn't let me see him" she lamented "Why not?" "Cos he is a suspected murderer?" "That's bullshit. Look, do not worry. Just sit there give me a few minutes and I will be there as soon as I can" "Thank you" "Do not thank me yet, send me your location" I said "Will do" ****"Grandpa, that son of yours needs your help," I said to grandpa "Why? What did he do this time? I thought he didn't need my help?" "Come on grandpa, don't be kike him. He does need our help now" I begged "Let me hear it" he finally
Alina's pov I sat down patiently and waited. Time and time again, the receptionist would glance at my side, as if to tell me to leave."Ma'am, I would advise you to go home and wait for your husband. You cannot save him" he had said to me, as I care for any of what he thought. "I am not leaving here without my husband" "Poor thing, you would be waiting a long time. Your husband should have thought about it carefully before killing someone" he added "He didn't do" I almost screamed to his face"You have so much faith in your husband. Makes me wonder if you guys work together. Perhaps, we should interrogate you too" he had warned "You wouldn't dare" I retorted "Watch me do it" he had answered "Son of a bitch" I cursed inwardly. From where I sat, I was muttering silent prayers for Ryan and hoping Eleanor would serve soon. "There you are," I said quickly standing up when I sighted Eleanor walk in with her grandpa "Welcome air" I greeted him "Where is she?" He had asked"The rec
Sasha's POVI got a call from Faithy Bruce, must be about the Reannd case. "Have you heard?" She asked "Yes, I did" I answered "Am I missing something?" She asked "Why would you think that?" "I just have this very odd feeling" "Don't worry about it, perhaps you worry too much for Alina" I let out"No, I..." She started but I stopped her halfway "I know, you don't need to pretend or hide from me, I promise" I replied, smiling "Yes. Anyways, I guess we should be happy about this" she noted "Of course, this will keep her from thinking too much about Javier's death and sorry more about her husband" "I feel scared" she relayed her fears to me "You don't need to be, Gregory us dead too" "That is not my fear" "What is it then?" I inquired, curious to know "I fear that she might end up falling in life with Reannd and not want to have Alex" "Oh, you worry too much. We always have an alternative, don't we?" I asked "How?" "You will know soon""I can't know now?" She asked "Not
Ryan's POV"I need to speak to someone" I demanded coldly."You are a murderer, a heartless one at that to remain at the crime scene. And you dare to ask to speak to someone?" One of the officers had replied "Yes, I still have my rights" "I'll tell you what, you have no rights whatsoever in here" "Let's hope that you won't regret this" I warned "Believe me, I won't. We are helping you by keeping you here. A lot of people out there want you dead. You see, what you might not know is that you just killed a very important man" the officer explained "I did not kill anyone. Even if I did, I am not stupid to remain there" I objected "Except of course if you wanted for it to look like this like you are not stupid to remain there" the officer added nodding his head "Oh God, you believe that?" I asked "Of course I do, we will await the autopsy reports" he answered "Can you not even try to look for other suspects? Or other persons that were at the location at the same time?" I asked "Y
****Mrs. Bruce's POV55 years ago, a little girl watched her mom struggle to get on from day to day. Her father died when she was just one, leaving her mother with two kids to raise. Whatever she did, people never saw the hood, no one wanted to marry a “half-woman” as they called single mothers then. Securing even a place to stay was as tiring as birthing a child. “Ma’am, we can’t let a single woman with no husband and two kids stay here. It can bring a lot of trouble, what happened to your husband?” They thought she was one of those loose women out there. Her mother breathed pain, lived in misery, and died unhappily. Even though the world has gotten better than it was then, single mothers are still stigmatized daily. Her daughter doesn’t tell her but she knows, she sees it in her eyes; carrying a bump around with no man to show. This was why she was concerned, she did not want her daughter to experience or live as her mom did. She wanted her to be accepted by society and be ha
****Hayley had a tough time picking out the dress she wanted to wear. But each dress she picked was either too tight (making her look desperate) or short (giving off some vibes) which she did not like. She wanted to be a woman in her dress, feminine, classy, and yet decent. She thought about what Olivia told her and wondered if it was true. She always dismissed thoughts of her feeling affection towards John and she pretended to be oblivious to the way he stared at her sometimes like he was lost. She just wanted to be sure and do what was right for her and her unborn child. John was no doubt a great man but what if he did her dirty? Or leaves like Clyde? She had to think of these before entering into any relationship, the last one had damaged her beyond repair. Would John be willing to care for a child that was not his? All these would affect her decision to either be with him or not. “I feel like this a plan for you to get John and Hayley together and I have never seen you this e
****“Son, you don’t look good. Something about the call?” Mrs. Morbian asked Alex at dinner with Theodore when she noticed he was odd.“Yes, the call. I have just learned Olivia was arrested in connection with the murder. She was the only one present at the scene” he replied sadly shaking his head.“Oh my God. Murder? Olivia? How? It is impossible. They must have her mistaken for someone else. Christ!” Mrs. Morbian did not want to believe it. “Guess we have to go to the station ourselves and find out” Alex had said.The Morbian and Theodore family agreed they should all go together and see how they could help. It was one thing to be a suspect in a murder but a different thing entirely to be the only suspect in a murder. They called on different lawyers to see if anyone was willing to help take this on, this was definitely beyond them. And if they wanted a lawyer, they needed a damn good one. The question is, can they afford one? There are no “good Samaritan” lawyers handling cases
****Eleanor got a call from Booker saying he got some information for her. She had been waiting for almost 30 minutes now, she had asked him to keep a close eye on Alex for her, where he visits, and who he sees. She wanted to find out if he had a terminal illness or something. She was beginning to believe the intel she had received because Alex had avoided public gatherings since she heard about the blood incident. “There you are,” she said sighing after she saw Booker come in“What took you so long?” she asked“Did I take long? I am sorry. I was trying to get the address right”“What address?”“You asked me to keep a close eye on Mr. Alex, that is what I have been doing” “So, tell me. What is it?”“It turns out you might be right. He went to the doctor. I am very sure it was a private set-up meeting because the place did not look much like a hospital”“Well, that is not surprising considering he would not just go to the hospital. This doctor must be very trustworthy. Did you mana