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CHAPTER 3

He turned up the volume on the television. Two pictures were being shown side by side and he heard the newscaster saying;

"Two girls, both aged 20, from the same school have been found dead with certain letters inscribed into their skins." One was found in a bush by the road leading to her house while the other was murdered in the parking lot of a club house. Suspects have been arrested and are being interrogated by the local police. The police chief in his statement has promised to fetch out the person or people that committed these crimes and he has said the police will work with private investigating units to ensure proper and accurate investigation. It looks like we have a serial killer on the loose. We'll give you more information as things progress. My name is..."

He turned off the television and picked up his cup of coffee and settled into an arm chair and sipped the hot, steaming coffee. Then his phone rang. He hurried to get to his phone and answer the call, spilling some of the coffee on his boxer shorts.

"Holy shit," he cursed as he felt the hot liquid sting his dccckk. He clutched his groin area as he answered the phone. "Hello boss mi," he said into the mouth piece.

"Hello Tony, how are you?" The voice on the other end said.

"Fine," he responded wincing in pain.

"Did you read the papers?" His boss asked him.

"No,"

"Then you didn't hear about the murdered girls?"

"I watched it on the news moments ago." Tony said.

"Nice. You need to come in later today. We're working on the case with the police." His boss said.

"Okay sir, I will." Tony said.

"6:00pm fine by you?"

"Sure no problem." Tony said.

"See you later then. Take care," his boss said and hung up. He dialled another number and it was answered after the third ring. "Hello honey," the voice at the other end said.

"Hello Tracy, I won't be at home by 6:00pm today. Could you make 8:00pm free?"

"No problem. But what is the name of the one coming over today? Is it Becky or Jenny?" She asked him.

"C'mon, cut the crap. I have some business to attend to so I'm gonna be busy then." Tony said.

"Its all good baby. I'll see you at eight," Tracy said.

"Alright," he said and hung up.




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"I'm scared o," Vicky said in fear, tearfully.

"Me too, beacause I wonder why anybody would want to kill Irene and Debby." Sade said.

"First it was Amy, then Debby and Irene. I don't think we're safe." Vicky continued.

"But Amy wasn't murdered." Sade interjected.

"Ehn ehn? Then what do you call that? Remember she was..."

"Shush your mouth, someone's coming." Sade cut in and walked to the door.

"Good afternoon," Two men dressed in casual wears greeted her.

"Good afternoon. What can I do for you?" She asked looking over the men's shoulders and sees a police car parked in front of the house. She at once knew what the came for but she still waited to hear him out.

"Miss Sade Johnson?" One of the men asked her.

"Yes," she nodded and opened the door wider for them to enter the house.

"We're from the state's police department and I'm...," one of the men stared and brought out his identity card.

"I know." Sade cut in rather quickly to the shocked amazement of the two men.

"We're here to talk to you about the deaths of Irene and Debbie. We learned the were your friends." The other man said.

"Yes, they were." Sade said and burst into tears with vicky also bursting into tears and the both held each other.

"This is a bad time. We'd probably come some other time." The man said and the two girls nodded. The two men walked out of the house and Sade watched them leave through the window. Vicky was still crying when Sade joined her and put an arm across her shoulders.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to us," Sade assured.

"You really think so don't you?" Vivky looked up at her in bewilderment.

"Hm hm," Sade nodded and wiped off a drop of tears glistening her eye lashes.

"You're silly." Vicky said and rested her head on Sade's shoulder.

[quote author=Mynd_44]I made a decision about that stuff and mailed you....that is also part of the reason why I am watching this[/quote]thanks. Thing is this isn't the story I told you about. I aint putting it up here yet. I'm new here and I wanna make an impact first. Gonna put it up here real soon. Thanks for your consideration!

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"Fools," he muttered and kept watching.

Ten minutes later, they both got out of the car and the guy went back into the club house. He got out of his truck and strode to where the car was parked in the parking lot. The girl sat on the backseat with her legs on the ground and the door open.

"Ade, it that you?" She called out.

He walked quietly around the car and she gasped in surprise when she saw him. "Who are you?" She asked. He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at her. "What do you want?" She tried again. He was so close to her that she could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Oh God, you're drunk. Just have your way please. Don't hurt me." She said and laid on the car seat pulling up her short skirt.

"Are you still Hot? I am not here for that," he said and pulled her back to her feet. I want answers, real good answers." He looked into her eyes and said.

"Answers to what?" She asked in fright and pain as his hands were already clutched around her neck and she was almost choking.

"Who killed Amy?" He rasped.

"Amy?" She shuddered as the word escaped her mouth. "I- I don't know."

"Of course you don't," He said, his arm clutching more tightly around her neck. The wish to kill stronger now.

"No I don't," she said in a whisper as her voice trailed off.

"You could just tell me and save me the stress of killing you." He implored and he flipped open the jack-knife which had been and always was in his pocket. He held it to her face.

"Let me go," she protested, more in a pleading way and made signs of difficult breathing. She couldn't scream because she was battling for air. Her handbag was in the backseat of the car and her inhaler was inside. The inside of her head was burning, her eyes got misty with tears and she could hardly breathe. "I'm dying please." She pleaded.

"Not a chance, tell me and you'll live."

"No I can't," she managed to say and she felt her legs give way beneath her. She slumped in his arms and threw up her arms flailingly pointing to the backseat but her attacker was too uncaring to care about whatever it is she was pointing at. She was dead within seconds. He didn't release his hold on her neck. The alcohol was taking its toll.

He brought out the knife and inscribed on her arm the letters 'D', 'I', and 'A', with the letter 'A' bearing the star sign on top of it. He let her to the ground and quickly walked away to his truck. It didn't take tem minutes. He drove away.

CHAPTER 2

He parked his truck some metres away from the parking lot. It was a long time before he found the spot where he parked. "Bloody idiots." He muttered under his breath. He hated noise, the more reason why he doesn't go to parties. He was in no way a social person. If he wanted to drink, he did it alone in his room without necessarily having people around him. He had no close friends except the people he worked with. The only people he had around him were his immediate nuclear family members and these were the people he really loved and cared about. He watched the three girls get out of the car and sway their hips in walking towards the bouncer at the entrance of the club-house. He was determined to wait for as long as he had to and with his truck well concealed in the darkness of the night save for the colourful lights from the sign post on which the name of the club-house was written, no one would suspect someone was in his truck or pay any attention to it. He got out of the truck and walked towards the club. He went inside and made his way through the dancing crowd to the bar.

"Rum please?" He said over the blaring noise from the people and loudspeakers to the bartender.

"One second," the bartender said and turned from the counter and returned with a small bottle of rum. "That's all we've got."

"Yeah, its okay," he said and took the bottle.

"Enjoying the party?" The bartender asked in a friendly tone.

"No," he replied.

The bartender looked at him puzzled "how could you possibly not be enjoying a great party like this? We've got really pretty girls. Would you mind...?"

He didn't allow the bartender finish his sentence when he slammed his palm with money on the counter and gave the bartender a long cold stare. He jumped off the tall stool he was sitting on and made his way through the dancing crowd out of the club. He got back into the truck and drank out of the bottle. He felt the hot drink trickle down his throat and tears welled up in his eyes. "Is this really the best way to handle this?" A voice asked in his head.
"Damn!" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He didn't plan on killing anybody but he is always filled with revenge anytime he sees anybody connected to Amy's death and isn't willing to talk about it. He had made a vow to himself that he would take proper care of Amy with all he had, his life inclusive and her death as a shock as it came to him, he knew within himself that her friends knew about it. He would not rest until he finds out who killed Amy.

He lifted his head up and one of the girls came out of the club house with a guy. He wiped off the tears in his eyes and watched the pair get into a car and seconds later, the car's body started bouncing up and down.

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"Irene, did you see my eye pencil anywhere?" Vicky asked.

"Of course not. You know mine is more expensive than yours," Irene replied.

"Let me use yours then. I'll look for mine when we get back from the party," Vicky said. Irene handed a cosmetic pencil to Vicky

"Just hurry up, the both of you or we're gonna be late." Sade warned.

"By the way, where's Debbie?"

"Yeah, that's true. She's supposed to be here already." Sade said bringing out her phone to dial Debbie's phone number.

"Maybe she's with that her boyfriend. Is it going through?" Irene asked.

"Yeah it is but she isn't picking up," Sade answered.

"Maybe they're both fvcking we can't tell." Irene chipped in.

"Not everyone is like you, we can tell." Vicky retorted eyeing her.

"You don't have to dull when you're with a diicckkk. They're meant to be fccked." Irene said.

"Shut up w.w.w and let's get going. Debbie will catch up with us later if she wants to attend the party." Vicky said.

"W.W.W?" Sade said raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah, world wide LovePeddler," Vicky explained and Sade burst out laughing.

"Of course and I'm proud. At least I'm not a pretender and it pays my bills. Now you're forming holy holy when we all know for how long you longed to fcckkk Chike's diiiccckk." Irene said.

"Keep quiet idiot," Vicky said throwing a teddy bear at her.

"C'mon, let's get going. There's no good girl anywhere." Sade said picking up her bag.

[quote author=nadia_SA]Yes my moms number na
@ idowu its nothing na..jus gettin to know my campaign manager hehe[/quote]oh yeah.. Your mum's.. Very well.

Idowu so you see its strictly business!

[quote author=nadia_SA]thanks sweet .... Ur nice too hey... And don't call that numb Abeg ...unless u want to be my stepdad [/quote]lol... stepdad?

Idowuogbo: Hmmm Nadia and dygeasy? Calling and flirting? Ikechuckwu must hear dis.

lol... Badosky *whispers*.. Chill na! *hands her a blank cheque*


We're good righ?

[quote author=nadia_SA]Oga nice work ....
U c foreign number u scared to pick up o ...cheiiiiiii.[/quote]thanks... lol.. You got me working maths in my head... Nice voice btw..