Edmund Hamilton did not get himself this morning. Something was very wrong with him and yet, he couldn't figure out what exactly it was. And yet, just this morning, while he was with Emily, he was just as happy as any man could be but that happiness had disappeared the moment he stepped foot into his office. He wondered whether it had something to do with the fact that he had so much to hind away from the eyes of the world or whether it was because he could simply not get the guilt of what he'd done off his mind.Emily was not yet aware of it but when she finally caught wind of it, he knew she would be very mad and rightly so. What kind of man would betray her the way he was about to? Obviously the kind of man who didn't care about anyone but himself.At about 12 pm that afternoon, he received a call that lifted his spirits. It was from the regional manager of one of the smaller companies that were owned by Sheraton Group of Companies where he himself acted as the deputy CEO, pendin
For a man like Edmund Hamilton who was used to dishing out orders while others obeyed him to the letter, he didn't enjoy being ordered by the uniformed officer seating before him.The woman seemed to take pleasure in the fact that she kept him on his toes. Despite his attempts to conceal his fears, it was plainly written on his face that he was scared of what the outcome of this surprise visit meant for him.Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and rolled down the sides of his face. When he finally opened his mouth to speak again, his two minutes had been exhausted."Whatever you think you have on me, I can assure you that it isn't real. Someone must have framed me for this."Detective Adams remained unfazed."Is that all you have to say?"Edmund inhaled deeply."Okay, fine. I can provide my alibi but not immediately. You have to give me some time to get in contact with him and explain what's going on to him.""Very well then," Detective Adams muttered. "I'm guessing it's nothing a
Jason could barely concentrate on anything. From the moment he heard the news, he'd become a shadow of himself, constantly worrying that things could go wrong very quickly.All it would take was a little slip and everything would be out in the open. The problem was that if the truth went out, things could never go back to being the same anymore.The newsrooms would be at his doorstep swarming like bees to hear his side of the story. They couldn't know about his involvement in this. It would tarnish his image forever.He rose from his feet, rubbed his palms together for the umpteenth time exhaled a heavy breath. Realistically, it was hard to separate the truth from the fake justifications for his actions in his mind.One moment, he felt right for what he'd done and the next moment, he felt like the devil himself. There was no escape for him from the life of constant regret and guilt that he'd immersed himself into. Only sacrifices; sacrifices which he was prepared to do until the very
With every moment that passed, Candace Halm found herself becoming more and more interested in her boss's son, the young man whose case had brought her to the one place she'd not been in for a while.As the much older woman that she was, she wasn't much moved by his biceps or the fact that he constantly licked his lips while he spoke to her, something that the youngsters she'd come across with did a lot. She'd come to find out from her daughter that they thought it made them look cuter. Candace, however, found it annoying.It was his intelligence that captivated her and the way he was willing to explain things in the most profound way, also in a way that made him innocent. Because of course, in this case, he argued that he was innocent.Had he argued otherwise, there would not have been a need to continue the conversation. By the time Edmund was done giving his long profound speech about how he wanted her to do everything within her power to get him out of there, Candace had arrived a
The sharp rays of the sunlight cut into the room from the cracked window pane. It smelled morbid in here. Or maybe it was just his panic attacks setting in.He hated to be in cramped spaces. The doctors had diagnosed him as being claustrophobic but he'd refused to accept a simple statement written on a piece of paper as his sentence for life.So, against the protests of his body, he'd gone ahead and trained himself to get used to being in cramped spaces and not get all worked up about it. And for a long time, he thought he'd succeeded, until now.The detective had led him through a narrow hallway that burst into a single office at the end of the hallway. She opened the door and let him in. Then, she excused herself for a while, leaving him alone to himself.So many thoughts scattered through his mind as he awaited her return. Was she going to arrest him? Was that what this was? Was she keeping him here so that at the end of the day, she'd bring handcuffs and put them on his wrist?Sur
Talking to the police was a tricky business as he'd been made aware of already. One slip of the tongue, one misstep or one careless statement that lost its meaning along the way or was misunderstood by the officer could easily keep him behind bars perhaps even longer than Edmund.John Cromwell was very well aware of these facts as Candace Hall had painstakingly explained everything to him.He could differentiate between hook questions and real questions and so far, all the questions that he'd been asked were hook questions.Like a bait thrown into the water for the fish to swallow, get stuck on and be trapped, Detective Adams' questions were aimed at trapping him so much that whether he meant to or not, he'd end up saying what he needn't say. That would elongate his stay at the police station, giving her more time to glean information from him.As soon as he discovered what she was on to, he embarked on a reverse course that took away all of her power over him. Detective Adams was not
She'd stood there for over five minutes, lurking like a spy, watching their every move and prepared to reveal herself once she'd heard enough. And apparently, she had.Charlotte thought about all those times she'd looked at Emily and known that there was something hidden in all of these, something that she was not telling Edmund.She couldn't have just shown up one day and asked to work with him without a reason. And now, just when she'd given up on trying to find out the truth, a mighty wind had blown and everything was brought out in the open.She'd expected Edmund to fling her away, discarding her like the piece of garbage that she was once he learnt of the truth but the opposite happened.He'd pulled her to himself and even admitted to knowing about some of the atrocities that she'd committed. Yet, he hadn't once thought about letting her go.That kind of love was alien to Charlotte, the kind that came unconditionally, that wasn't dependent on whether Emimy was a saint or not. It
About thirty miles away, an unknown visitor slipped into the premises of the police station. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a blue UCLA T-shirt, he looked very ordinary.But there was nothing ordinary about this man. His name was Andre Anderson and he was a very well-known friend of Jerry Ishag who was still being held in the station.Today, however, he was not there at the police station as Jerry Ishag's friend. He was there as a traitor, ready to perform the last act of betrayal to his friend.Getting into the station was made very easy as he'd had access to the map of the entire building and chosen to go through the places which were less guarded than the others. He got in noiselessly, slipping in like he was invisible. Taking the front door was suicidal as there would be many officers waiting to receive him. But Andre had a better plan. There were two main doors in the station. One opened up at the entrance of the building while the other one was at the rear of it.He chos