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
Life had suddenly turned good for Emily. It was barely a week into her engagement and the soles of her feet had stepped into more bridal shops than she'd stepped into restaurants in her entire life.It wasn't exactly her fault. Jason wanted a quick wedding. The wait was killing him and he needed the wedding to be over and dine with in no time. He'd reintroduced her to his family and his mother had even begun warming up to her, despite her earlier cold feelings towards her.Emily wasn't sure whether it was the universe that was tired of seeing her suffering and had decided to make things better for her or it was just purely out of merit but whatever it was, she was grateful for it.Today, she was going to go with Mia and her soon-to-be mother-in-law, Mrs. Wendy Campbell to yet another boutique that had a bridal shop to pick a wedding dress.The boutique was owned by one of Mrs. Campbell's influential friends. She was going to take the ladies there to show them around and also catch up
Seeing Edmund jump down from his jeep and advancing towards her like some maniac made her blood to suddenly stop flowing. She stood rooted at the spot and plotted her next move.Directly across from her, Jason was standing on his own, waiting for her. No matter the direction that Edmund came from, he was going to see him.There was no need to run away. Edmund didn't look like he was going to back away easily. The only decision she now saw was to stand back and contend with him or maybe reason with him.They didn't have to cause a scene here. In fact, if Edmund cooperated, no one would have to know what the problem with them was.As Edmund continued to take quick strides to reach her, all her hopes of reasoning with him evaporated into thin air.Edmund didn't look anything like the Edmund she knew. He wore nothing else but a fades shirt that shouldn't have been seen outside and a pair of trousers that were at least two sizes smaller than him.He looked even worse. His facial hair was s
All around the garden, black umbrellas formed pinnacle of covering over the over hundred people that had come to witness the lowering of her coffin to the ground.It was unarguably the most horrifying scene that Emily had ever witnessed. It was hard to just stand there and not shed tears while the burial proceedings for Dre Sinclair who was amongst other things, her friend was ongoing. She thought she had her acts together all this time. Not even when the priest had delivered a pitiful sermon about how people ought to lead good lives when they were alive so that when they died like Dre had just done, their spirit would not be filled with regret, had Emily shed a single tear.The high point of the event was when everyone was led to the graveside, dug in the middle of a beautiful garden. It was just the kind of place that Dre would have wanted to rest in, had she been alive to make her decision. A place filled with so much calmness and serenity, where she would forever commune with th
The man slipped out of the door unnoticed, feet barely touching the ground as he struggled to make it out of there without making a sound.Just a few meters away behind him, Jerry Ishag's body lay lifeless, his face bent over on the table. He'd died with tears rolling down his face.A part of him felt guilty for what he'd done but there was no undoing his action neither was there another option. It was a dog-eat-dog world. You either ate or got eaten. If he chose to disobey the order that had come for him to kill Jerry, that would be him signing his death warrant with his own hands.It was best to obey and stay alive to fight another day. The image of Jerry lying helplessly while the poison worked inside his body, killing him slowly was certainly going to haunt him for life. But Andre had no regrets, only guilt. Even if he'd refused to get the job done, another person would have been hired to finish Jerry off once and for all. And afterwards, come after him.By killing him, he'd save
Charlotte arrived breathlessly at his door. It'd taken a lot of guys to admit to her fault and finally make the trip here but in the end, she decided that it was all worth it. She was never really welcome back at Edmund's house anyway. At least here, she had a man that loved her, a man that wanted to be with her and most of all, a man that was determined to take care of her.Those were things that Edmund could never ever do for her. So, her fall was a blessing in disguise. At least now she'd get to love her truth and loving her truth wasn't as hard as the lies she'd been trying to keep up with all along.She didn't bother to knock on his door. He barely went anywhere these days. He just stayed at home and read all the books on his shelf. When she was around, they would make love from sunrise to sunset.As happy as she was about this new development, she still had her doubts about the new life that he'd adopted for himself. Would he be able to take care of her if he continued to live
Outside, Emily could barely focus on the road that lay ahead or any other thing for that matter. It was hard to focus on anything knowing that she could be in the police cell any minute.The idea of trusting Edmund to keep everything that had happened between them simply did not appeal to her. He wasn't just going to allow her to get away with everything she'd done.That's why she needed to clean up her mess and get out of town. This town had taken so much from her. Now, all she wanted to do was stay far away from it and count her losses.In reflective moments such as these, Emily couldn't help but think about how lonely her life had just gotten. With Dre dead and Mia grieving, there was really nobody else to talk to.Well, except for Jason who'd gotten so busy with work that he barely had time for her anymore. There was also her father. But surely, he too would be busy with work.Emily was in the mood to throw in a surprise on her old man. She didn't bother to think about it or call
She struggled to breathe but the stubborn burning sensation in her chest was so great that every attempt to breathe made her feel a lot worse than before.Everyone was looking down at her on the floor, waiting for her to say something, to clear the air and to answer all the questions that they had, both the ones that were said and the ones that weren't said yet. But the most demanding of them all was Edmund, maybe because she was betrayed on a very personal level. He refused to give in to her show of being hurt and continued to probe her to know what was going on."I'm sorry I lied," she said, making an effort to speak. "I didn't mean to lie. And I'm very sorry about it. ""What do you mean by you didn't mean to lie?" Edmund probed. "You did what you did with very clear eyes, so why are you pretending that it was a mistake now?" He rose from his squatting position, scratched his head rather roughly and paced to the end of the room. When he returned, he faced Charlotte squarely in the
From the first day he was arrested and brought in here, his hope had wavered. For people like him that weren't worth a ransom, no one would even notice he was missing and no one would come looking for him.The only thing Jerry Iahag now lived for was to know the truth. The moment he knew the truth about who sold him out and punished the offender accordingly, he would gladly tell the truth and accept whatever penalties went with it.But he was quite sure of one thing. He wasn't going down this path alone. It was either he brought everyone else who was involved down with him or he told the truth and struck a deal with the detectives, a deal that would allow him to return to the outside world again, to hunt down whoever had betrayed him.But with Andre's presence in the station, his hopes were restored. He suddenly didn't look forward to dying anymore. Like an animal who'd been caged for too long, he longed for freedom. He longed to breathe the air outside the walls of the police station
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