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Harrystories how far Na Anything for the girl??

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Very interesting.

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If James did not kill John, who did ? Am suspecting Andrew and Segun

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Chapter Eleven


Jessica was attending to a patient at the hospital. She consulted her clipboard with mock seriousness, then stared at the woman in bed, pulling a sphygmomanometer off the wall and fixed the blood pressure cuff on the hand of the patient. 

"Your blood pressure is okay," Jessica said and made a note, then met the eyes of the patient. "The nurse will bring your drugs and she'll tell you what to do." She said while the patient nodded in reply.

Jessica left the ward helding to her office. "Have you attend to that patient in ward 5?" She said to nurse she met on her way.

"Yes ma," the nurse replied.

"I want you to personally attend to that Mrs Adewale in ward 2. Give her all the necessary drugs and make sure to keep an eye on her." Jessica said and turned walking toward her office.

"Okay ma." The nurse said. "A woman is waiting to see you."

Jessica turned and met her gaze. "Direct her to my office."

"Alright ma."

Jessica entered her office and settled in her chair. She fixed her gaze on the computer monitor for few seconds, then opened a patient's file that was on her table. The sound of the door caught her attention. She raised up her head to watched her visitor walked in. 

"Good afternoon madam," Jessica said, examing the face that looked familiar. "Please have a sit."

"Thank you," Lola said.

"This face look familiar," Jessica leaned foward in her chair. "Pardon me I can't remember where we met."

Lola smilled and dropped her bag on the table. "I'm Lola."

Jessica studied her carefully. "Lola Daniels?" 

Lola nodded. 

"Awww....good to have you here," Jessica was happy to see her. "What can I offer you?"

Lola smiled. "Never mind."

"Oh, why? It's a blessing having you here."

"Thanks I just want to have some few words with you." Lola said.

"Alright, no problem."

Lola leaned back in her chair. "I sent you a message on Facebook few days ago."

"Really? I hardly log on to Facebook those days," Jessica said. "I'm only active on twitter."

"I just want to ask you few questions about John, the late prince."

Jessica expression fell. "John? What do you want to know about him?" She leaned forward.

"I understand you're very close to him during his time, I  believe you would know some things about him."

"Like what?" Jessica's voice sounded very weak.

"We've started an investigating of the murder, and I'm trying to get every necessary information I could to help locate the killer."

"Since when have you started the investigation?"

"Not too long."

"I never thought someone could come up with this." Jessica voice was very soft.  "John is dead, and someone was held responsible for the murder. I never thought this would come up again. To think of me and coming to my office is a big surprise. Did anyone tells you I knew about John's murder?"

"No.":Lola shook her head. "I'm just trying to get information from John's close friends."

Jessica nodded."What about the lady that was held resposible?"

"We're in this together," Lola said. "She started the investigation."

"Is she out of jail?"

"Yes, few months back."

Jessica nodded. "It is true that John was good to everyone around him, and for that reason I could consider to help with the little information I have."

"Thanks for your cooperation."

"I've been trying to avoid this," Jessica said. "John is dead and nothing can bring him back."

"I understand that."

"It so painful we lost a wonderful person like him, but someone was held responsible with evidence to prove. So, who am I to say she's Innocent."

"You knew she didn't murder John?" Lola asked.

Jessica nodded. "There was no way I could defend her because of the phone call John made to the police, and that was a enough to prove that the lady Abigail was the murderer."

Lola narrowed her eyes. "Did you know who murdered him?"

"I didn't say so," Jessica pulled her gaze away. "But there was someone I suspected, and I have a strong believe he murdered John."

Lola leaned forward. "Who?"

"One of John's associate. I don't really knows much about him. The first time John introduced him to me was during one of the lunching of his company's new product. The second time was the day John was murdered."

"Can you recognise him?"

"It has been long, but I think I can still recognise him."

"What made you suspect the guy murdered John?"

"I was returning from the market," Jessica slowly said. "I decided to visit John's apartment to remind him about my birthday party because I wanted him to be there, and I believed my presence in his apartment would bring him to the party without excuses."

Lola nodded and leaned forward.

"So, by the time I got to the front of his duplex I saw this guy hurried out of John's apartment toward his car and quickly drove off. I wanted to stop him and ask about John, but he didn't notice me, so I got out of my car made my way toward John's apartment. I knocked but there was no response and I discovered the door wasn't locked, so I pushed it opened and walked into his sitting room, called his name."

Lola folded her hands over her chest, and leaned her back against the chair to hear the full story.

"I heard his voice crying for help," Jessica continued. "I hurried through the stairs toward his bedroom and I found him struggling on the floor, he had been stabbed with a knife. I widened my eyes in disbelief, I couldn't believe my eyes. I hurried to his side and carried him into my arms, but it was too late," Jessica wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "He died."

Lola let out a long breath.

"I knew things would get ugly if I was found in his house at that moment, so I decided to hurry out of his house. I heard a voice from the sitting room calling his name, it was the lady Abigail. So I quickly hide myself in a corner of his apartment because people would believe I killed him. Abigail wanted to do the same by running out after she discovered John was dead, but it was too late for her. The police met her on her way out and she was arrested." Jessica slowly pulled herself up and walked toward the window. "If I could, I would have saved her, but I myself was scared. I was at the scene, and it won't be easy to prove my innocence."

Lola let out a breath and leaned forward in her chair. "You should have get the guy arrested by the police by using other means instead of letting an innocent woman paid for it."

"I told you I knew nothing about this guy, where will I start from? And how would I explain my presence in John's apartment?"

"I understand," Lola said. "Since you said you could recognise him, I will have to work on that. We could both work on it by going through his friend list on social media one by one to see if we could find the guy."

"That would be a great idea," Jessica slowly met her gaze. "But that would not be enough prove to make case against him, he's going to deny it."

"But you can bear witness."

"I don't want to get involved," Jessica said. "That's what I've been protecting."

"You don't need to be scared." Lola said

Jessica let out a deep breath. "You never knows what may comes out of it. But the truth is, I..really don't feel like doing this but, if that would give peace to John in his newly found world," Jessica paused thoughtfully for few seconds. "I have an evidence against the muderer."

Lola leaned forward. "Evidence?"

Jessica stared straight in Lola's eyes. "A video of the murder."

"Are you serious?"

Jessica nodded.

*******

Abigail regained consciousness and blinked her eyes opened, staring round the place. She was in the bed in a room. Her brain tried to gain some sense. She remembered she was at home, thinking if it had been today or yesterday.

She slowly pulled herself up and sat upright. Apart from the bed she was in, there was nothing else in the room except a ceiling fan rolling slowly above her. She got out of the bed and walked toward the door, twisting the doorknob but it was locked. They've locked her in there. She slowly walked to the window and stared through it to know where she was. If only she could escaped from there. The lies she told James caught her. What was she going to do? She thought.

How was she going to play James? He would be mad if he discovered she had lied to him. She thought of a plan, pacing the room. She would need to alert the police at the bank to save her from James and get him arrested. That would be her way of escape. She thought over her plan again and felt it was the only chance, and involving the police would free her from James, because she was arrested at the scene of the murder and the police could testify she wasn't arrested with any gold. The thought made her smile.

She need no one to tell her that James didn't kill his brother. Now that she knows, she was so confused, couldn't think of anyone that could murdered John. Grave image flashed through her mind, remembering her dream. She need to meet Jessica. John mentioned her in her dream. Maybe she knows something about the murder, or could she be the one that murdered John? She pulled out a long breath and walked back to bed, sitting at the edge of it. She would find Jessica if she was able to make it out of there.

She pulled her eyes toward the door as it was opened to review James and two of his men, very tall muscular men. She pulled her gaze toward the floor and let out a long hard breath.

James walked toward her. "Which of the branches of first bank did you lounged the gold?"

Abigail was silent for few seconds. "The one at Maryland."

James nodded and met the eyes of one of his men. "Call me spenky." 

"Yes sir," the guy said and walked out of the room. 

James stared at Abigail. "It would be good if what you said is true, if not, things would get worse with you."

Spenky walked into the room with the other guy. "Sir."

Abigail narrowed her eyes toward Spenky in disbelief. He was the guy that spoke to her at the restaurant asking her for friendship. Oh, how foolish she was. This guy had traced her to her apartment without she knowing.

James met spenky's gaze. "Check if there is any first bank branch in Maryland. I need to be sure before we move out of here."

Spenky nodded and consult his notepad. "There's a branch at Western avenue."

James nodded. "I want you to personally go the bank and meet the manager, offer him few millions to help us verify if what she said is true." He stared at Abigail. "I don't trust her. She could do something funny at the bank."

Abigail met James gaze. "Why would you offer millions to someone when I'm ready to go to the bank with you and get you the gold."

"Because the gold worth hundred million dollars." James told her.

Abigail narrowed her eyes in disbelief. She never knew the gold worth hundred million dollars. She pulled out a long breath, whoever murdered John, murdered him because of the gold. She met James eyes. "Just take me to the bank and I would return the gold to you."

"I don't trust a murderer like you." James said and turned to spenky. "Do as I say."

"Yes sir."  Spenky said, met Abigail's gaze with a soft smile and left the room while James and the two other men followed, and locked the door behind them.

Abigail's mind was so troubled, pacing the room. They're going to find out and she's going to be hell. She never thought James could come up with the idea of verification. She paced the room for a very long minutes, with the thought of how to escape James. No one knows where she was. No one is going to look for her except if Juliet called her phone. Where had she kept the phone? it was on the floor in her apartment. She closed her eyes and let out an explosive breath. This is not going to play nice. This is what Juliet dreamt about. They're going to kill her and no one would find out because they're going to dump her body where no one would notice. She let out an explosive breath and silently pray to God to save her from the situation.

Who could have murdered John? She thought. She only suspected James to have killed his brother over a gold; she never knew it worth hundred million dollars. That's a pretty good amount to murder someone. Who else knew about the gold? That person that murdered John was very close to him. John had a lot of friends, but it was only Andrew she knew during the few months with John, and she only met him twice, not in John's apartment but his office. It was the investigation that brought them close. 

An hour later, the door was opened and James walked in with his men. Abigail could see the fire burning in his eyes as he approached her.

Without a word, James lifted up his hand and landed a heavy slap across Abigail's face. "You fucking bastard."

Abigail held her face in pain.

"You think you can play me?" James added another slap. "Where's my gold." 

Abigail fell into the bed and held her face in pain while James dragged her up with her cloth. "Who do you think I am?" 

"Please I will explain." Abigail pleaded.

James was so angry that he couldn't control himself. He hammered a heavy blow across Abigail's face and she fell to the floor, with blood covering her face. James didn't give her a breathing space, he kicked her with his leg, kicked and continue kicking her till he was satisfied. "Now tell me, where have you kept my gold?"

Abigail was weeping in pain. She was so weak that she couldn't raised her head from the floor.

James kicked her again and yelled. "Answer me."

Abigail slowly opened her eyes. "Ple..ase."

He brought out his gun from the inner pocket of his black suit and fired a shot at Abigail's side while Abigail held her ears. "I'm giving you one more chance to tell where the gold is." He said.

Abigail struggled to pull herself up but she was so weak and she fell back to the floor. James deeped his gun in is trouser's pocket and pulled her up with her dress. 

Abigail realised she had one chance to save her life and she made good use of it quickly, deeped her hand in James trouser's pocket and pulled out his gun. She stepped back quickly, pointing the gun toward James with her two hands. "Get back." She said, her voice rang like a crack of doom.

James and his men widened their eyes in surprise. James took a step forward. "Calm down baby, just-calm-dowm."

Abigail fired a shot toward the ceiling. "Don't come closer, I swear I will kill you."

One of James's men deeped his hand in the inner pocket of his suit, but Abigail caught him before he could bring out his gun and fired his leg. "No one joke me." She yelled.

The heavy muscular man fell to the ground, yelling in pain. Fear gripped James and his other men and they quickly stepped back.

Abigail's eyes were very cold.  "Get down to your kneels and lay your face down to floor, all of you." she ordered.

James knew she was like a lion released from a cage and a muderer like her could do anything to escape. He and his men laid their face down to the floor as Abigail fired another shot toward the ceiling.

She advanced toward the door and stepped out the room, locking James and his men in there. She took the key and hurried out of the house, pointing the gun forward just in case anyone try to stop her, but she found no body and hurried toward the gate, walking out of the compound.

She got to the main road quickly took a taxi that dropped her at the front of her apartment. She hurried into the house, picked her cell phone from the floor, then hurried to her bedroom to change her dress, shower doesn't matter right now. She hurried out of her apartment, pulled the gate opened and walked toward her car. She got inside and drove out of the compound.

On her way, she picked her phone and dialed Andrew's number.

Andrew picked on the second ring. "Hello."

"Andrew," she said into the phone. "I need to see you quickly."

"I'm at the office."

"I just escaped James." She said.

"James? What happened?"

"It's a long story, I need to see you."

"Where are you?" Andrew asked.

"I'm trying to find a place to hide right now."

"Hide?"

"Yes I would call you back in few minutes later." She ended the call.

©Harry Enomamien.. 2018

Continued....




Abigail widened her eyes and took few steps forward, someone has got into her apartment. Fear gripped her and she quickly advanced to her bedroom.

She couldn't believe her eyes, everything in her bedroom were also scattered. Her Waldrop was wide opened, all her dresses were on the floor. Fear gripped her the more and quickly, she ran out of the bedroom.

She into the sitting room and quickly picked her bag from the floor in desperate search of her phone. Who could have burst into her apartment? What did they want? She brought out her phone. She need to call the police. Then, she met the unexpected. Fear gripped her spirit as she saw a tall figure rise from a chair in the corner of her sitting room.

She shivered and widened her eyes in disbelief as the person was no other but James. Everything he has on from his shirt to his shoe was conservative and probably custom-made. How did he knows she's after him? How did he knows her apartment? Fear gripped her as she saw a short pistol in his arm. He's going to kill her, Abigail thought.

She wanted to scream for help but surprised to see two other men came out from a corner of the sitting room with guns in their hands. Abigail was much dead than alive. They're going to kill her. Juliet's dream would come true. She had warned her but she didn't listen. So many thoughts went through Abigail's mind within seconds.

"What..do you want from me?" Abigail shivered.

"Shhhhh.." One of the two men pointed his gun at her and pushed her to her kneels. "If you try to be funny, you're dead."

"Please don't kill me.." Abigail pleaded in fear.

James walked toward her silently and stopped in a few feet between them. He fixed those deadly eyes on Abigail and without a word, he landed a very hard slap on her face that sent Abigail to the floor. 

She held her face in pain and protested. "What have I done?" 

"Shhhhh.." James went down before her and held her face, put his gun into her mouth. "Did you know that pistol's bullets, properly loaded travel at a rate of four thousand feet per seconds? If one hit your head, you're dead."

Abigail shivered in fear, still wondering how he knew about her investigation, whether Andrew had told him or not
 
"Do you think you can get away with it?" James said. "And be a big girl about it?" He pulled himself up and kicked her in the stomach.

Abigail struggled in pain. "I don't know what you're talking about, why are you doing this to me?"

James replied her with another kick and pulled her up to her feet. "You fucking idiot, you think you can kill John and went away with..."

"I didn't kill your brother," Abigail snapped. "I was framed."

James held her neck in annoyance. "Who cares? I don't give a Bleep about my brothers death."

Abigail narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "Then what do you want from me?"

James leaned forward. "Where is my gold?"

Abigail felt her eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

James held her shirt and placed the gun on her forehead. "Do you know how long I've waited for this day? No one Bleep with me. Now tell me, where is my gold?"


Abigail was in tears. Her face had swollen up from the slap she had received. "I don't have any gold with me."

"Don't ever deny it," James was very harsh. "John confirmed it that you stole his gold after you had stabbed him, and that gold belongs to me. Where is the gold?"

"I wasn't the one that murdered John," Abigail yelled. "He had been murdered before I got there."

"Lied," James pushed her to the chair and pointed his gun at her. "If you don't provide the gold right now, I'm going to kill you."

"I swear I don't know anything about it." Abigail cried


With so much annoyance, James landed another slap on her face. He thought of killing her, but he won't do that. Killing her won't give him the gold. "Okay, maybe I'm too hard on you," he said. "Let's make a deal. Give me back the gold and I would give you your share of it. I promise."

"How would I have the gold when I didn't kill John?" She said. "

Anger bubbled in James. He let out an explosive breath and met her eyes. "If you think I'm here to joke, then you playing with the keg of a gun powder. I will have no choice than to kill you if you don't provide the gold."

Abigail could tell from his eyes that the man wasn't joking with her. He was very confident that she killed his brother and that the gold was with her. She thought of what to do. She need to be smart to avoid the moment with him. What is she going to do now? She thought.

"I'm asking you again," James said. "Where is my gold?"

Abigail met his gaze. This guy seemed more dangerous than she had thought. "I swear I knew nothing about it."

James met the eyes of his men that had been standing silently. "Kill her."

"No," Abigail pleaded. "Don't do that please."

"Then," James leaned forward. "Give me back the gold."

Abigail stared at him thoughtfully. "I don't have it here."

James face light up with a smile. "That's my girl. So where have you kept it?"

"In the bank." She said, very surprised of herself.

"Which of the bank?" James asked.

"First bank," she said. "I will get it for you first thing tomorrow morning."

James laughed. "Are you playing games with me?"

Abigail shook her head. "I'm saying the truth."

"If that is the case, then you're going to be my guest till tomorrow." James said. "I'm going to send my guys with you to the bank tomorrow, if you try to be funny, you'll be dead." He met the eyes of his bodyguards. "Take her away."

Before Abigail could protest, one of the two bodyguards held her and covered her noise with an handkerchief. She struggled but the chemical she inhaled from the handkerchief weaken her immediately.

ebonyfaf:
Danger is looming for Abigail. I hope she realizes quickly and act fast!!!

Serious danger.

Keep reading.

Missmossy:
Abigail has to be very careful, it's getting more deadly keep it coming, more wisdom.

Amen...

Thanks dearie.

izaray:
I'm enjoying this story like kilode

I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Keep on reading.

izaray:
I'm enjoying this story like kilode

I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Keep on reading

rukidanty:
thanks for the updates.. really appreciated it.. more ink to ur pen

Thank you dearie...

God bless you.

labelle123:
Never tell people your plan instead show them result .Abigail no try at all

Thanks for reading.

Chapter Ten



:A story of Harry Enomamien

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Abigail met Lola in her office the following day after receiving a call from her. "Oh sorry I'm late." She said as she entered Lola's office.

Lola stared at her with a smile. "What kept you so long, I'm supposed to be home by now."

Abigail settled down in the chair. "Traffic."

"I thought as much."

"So how far have you gone?" Abigail asked.

Lola leaned back in her chair. "There is only one person on John's friends list whose birthday falls on that date, and her name is Jessica. She's a medica doctor. I knew her."

"Really? Did you contact her?" Abigail asked.

"Yes, but she didn't reply." Lola said. 

"How do we get to her?"

"I don't know her location, so getting to her won't be easy." Lola said. "But I know someone who can lead us to her."

"Who?"

"Her junior sister. Her shop is very close to this place." Lola leaned back in her chair. "Only if she would accept to take us to her sister."

Abigail pulled out a breath. "We will have to find a way to convince her."

"How?"

"Since she's not aware of our plan, you could get a few details about her sister from her." Abigail said. "Maybe where she works."

Lola nodded. "That's a great idea, I could do that in a way that she wouldn't suspect."

"Great."

Lola leaned forward. "How about James? Did you find anything?"

"I found out he had been called back into the family after his brother's death. I'm still trying to get his address, but the one giving me information about him is not making it easy to release his address."

"Who is the person?"

"Andrew, John's friend." Abigail said. "I believe you knows him."

"Andrew? The one working in John's father's company?"

"Exactly."

Lola smiled to the remembrance of Andrew. He was a nice guy to her during her time with John. He was the only one she always met whenever she had issues with John. Andrew was the only one interfered in their relationship. "Aww...it has been long time since I saw him. How is he?"

"He's doing great," Abigail smiled. "He's now the chief accountant of the company."

"Oh that's beautiful." Lola's smile widened. "I'm happy for him. he's sort a hard working guy, one of the reasons that made John liked him."

"He knows about all the investigation from the beginning." Abigail said. "But he's kind of scared of James. He told me to give up on it, that James is too big for me handle."

"Really?"

"Yes, but he has been helping financially since the very start of this investigation."

Lola nodded. "That's good."

"I'm trying to convince him to give me James address, Is James truly that degerous?"

Lola leaned back in her chair. "I knew him as a cultist during my years in school, and he committed a lot of atrocities, but his father always bailed him out."

"I see," Lola nodded. "What do you think we should do about him?"

"We have to do proper investigation before confronting him. And if he's responsible for the murder, then he won't escape it."

"Sure." Lola said picked up her ringing phone from her table. She answered the call, speak with her caller for few seconds before ending it, then met Abigail's eyes. "I will have to be going. I'll try to contact the young lady, I will let you know after doing that."

"Alright," Abigail pulled herself up. "I will let know my next plan on tracking James if I've gotten his address."

They both walked out of Lola's office.


After Abigail left Lola's office, she drove straight down to John's grave. She had planned visiting the place the night before, and there she was, with tears rolling down her cheek, she stood at the front of the grave, with flowers in her arms, staring at John's picture as if he was there with her.

She slowly placed the flower on the grave top, then went down on her kneels, and wiped the tears off her face.

"John?" She said soberly. "John? Answer me. I know you're there. Wake up John, this is not the time to sleep, you have to help me find who murdered you."

Abigail's tears was flowing freely. "Arise and review your murderer, I can't do this alone. You need to come out and avenge your death." She said, weeping. "John? Talk to me. I know you're there, please show me who killed you. I'm doing this for you. John?" Abigail placed her hands on the grave, and wept for a very long moment.

At once the sky became dark and a cold wind went through the environment.

"Abigail?"

Abigail turned toward the voice, shocked to see John smiling at her from afar. She narrowed her eyes in surprise. "John."

"Come." John said.

Without thinking twice, Abigail ran toward him and threw herself into his arms. "John."

John held her tight. "Abigail? I missed you."

"I missed you too," she stared in his eyes. "Where have you been?"

John smiled. "I've been around. How are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm was so worried about you." She said and buried her head in his chest, feeling happy to see him.

"What took you so long?" John asked, his voice was very soft. "You know we're supposed to attend a birthday party."

"I'm sorry I was at the saloon when you called."

"It's okay," he said. "It's good you're here now, it's never too late for anything."

Abigail nodded. "Yes."

"We need to get going," he said. "Jessica won't forgive me if I didn't arrive on time."

Abigail nodded and they both walked toward a white jeep that was parked at the front of the house.

"I forgets something inside," John said. "Could you help me get it?"

"What?"

"My wristwatch." He said. "It's inside the flower pot in my bedroom."

Abigail laughed. "How could you keep a wristwatch in a flower pot?"

"It fell inside, and I let it be." He smiled.

"Okay let me quickly go get it." Abigail said and walked toward the front door.

She pulled the front door opened and went straight to John's bedroom. She opened the bedroom door and stopped, her eyes widened in a big shock. Right in front of her was John, in his pool of blood. "John!!" She screamed.

Abigail's eyes snapped opened at once and quickly pulled herself up. What? She had fallen asleep. How come? She checked her wristwatch, and realised she had fell asleep for almost an hour. She shivered as a harsh cold consumed her body. Abigail widened her eyes toward John's picture in disbelief. She wanted to turn and leave, but her legs were too heavy to move. All she could do was staring at John's picture, apparently caught up in her own thought.

Finally, she let out a long hard breath and walked toward her car, then stopped and turned, stared at John's grave for few seconds before entering the car.

As she was driving home, the memory of her dream at the grave side filled her mind, playing it over and over again, trying to put meaning to it. The dream didn't point out anything significant. A wristwatch in a flower pot? What's that got to do with the investigation? Attending Jessica's party? She let out a soft breath.

Why didn't John just go ahead and tell her the killer? She thought about the dream for a long moment. Maybe John reviewed himself to her just to assure her he's with her. Oh yes, thats it, she thought. No, John mentioned Jessica's birthday party, and that was the day he was murdered. Did Jessica knows something about his death? Or could she be the one that murdered John? A lot went through Abigail's mind on her way home.

She rolled the car into her compound at the front of her apartment, then got out of it. Feeling very tired, she walked toward the front door of her apartment and pulled it opened. Stepping inside her sitting room, her eyes went wide in disbelief, everything in her sitting were scattered. "What..."

Fear gripped her spirit....

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Chapter Nine





Juliet widened her eyes in disbelief, finding herself in a very dark forest. All she could hear was the night bird chirping. She raised up her head and surprised to see Abigail, she was tied to a tree. "Abigail? What are you doing here?"

"Go away." Abigail yelled. "They're going to kill you."

"No I won't leave you here," Juliet advanced toward her. "Everyone is out there looking for you."

"It's too late," Abigail's voice sounded like many voices. "Just get out of here, they would kill you."

Juliet got to her side, trying to loose the rope around Abigail. At once, she was dragging Abigail's hand to pull her from the tree, but something else was also dragging Abigail in the opposite direction. She held Abigail with all her strength, but the power competing with her was overpowering her.

Slowly, Abigail was dragged away by the force that held her, dragging her into darkness.

"No!!" Juliet cried out from her sleep.

Her husband, Segun, jecked up from sleep. "Juliet? What happened?"

Juliet stared around the bedroom and let out a long hard breath. She had been dreaming.

"Juliet?"

She Segun's gaze. "I had a terrible nightmare."

Segun let out an explosive breath. "God..you scared me."

"Abigail.." Juliet whispered the word thoughtfully and pulled herself from bed, helding toward the sitting room.

"Juliet?" Segun stared at the wall clock, it was few minutes pass midnight. He got out of bed and followed her. "Where are you going?"

"Abigail is in danger," she said and picked up her cell phone from where she left it in the sitting room before going to bed. 

"Abigail?"

She quickly dialed Abigail's number, ignoring Segun's question. "Hello."

"Juliet," Abigail said from the other end of the cell phone.

"I had a terrible nightmare about you," She said. "Please listen to me, you have to give this up."

"Take it easy, Juliet." Abigail's voice sound so weak.

"I don't want to loose you," Juliet said. "You have to give it up now before it's too late."

Silence fell at the other end of the cell phone. "Alright I'll see you during the day."

Without anymore words, Juliet ended the call and stared at Sugun who was standing with his hands folded over his chest. 

"What is going on?" Segun asked.

"Abigail is investigating John's murder." Juliet went slowly into the chair. 

Segun felt his eyes narrowed. "Investigating what? How on earth would she do that? And why didn't you tell me all those while?"

Juliet stared at him silently and leaned her head against the chair as the image of her dream flashed through her mind.

*********

Through the opened window above the dressing table, Abigail watched the last of the day's sunlight slipped through the horizon. Her mind was many miles away from reality, giving up on the investigation was something she couldn't do, and she always fail each time she disregard Juliet's advice, she had got to know that a long time ago. She let out a long hard breath and moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge.

Part of her was losing it. For the first time since she made the decision, she felt like giving up. She only dated John for four mouths, so many things she didn't know about him before he was murdered. Though, she was loved and cared for, but she had paid heavily for it. For all the love she had received, her trip abroad with John, a diamond necklace worth fifteen million naira she received as a gift, were all paid for with many years in jail.

There she was, not in jail, but in her richly furnished apartment, bought for her by Juliet. What else did she want? Her friend had made life worth living for her, giving her a multimillion naira business. Why not give it up and enjoy the wealth around her? Abigail was so confused, a bit scared of what Juliet had told her over the phone. She remembered Andrew's warning about James, the guy could be dangerous. She have no doubt he had murdered his brother, and if he could do that, he might even do worse.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting out a soft breath. Getting to James wasn't going to be easy, if only she could kill him, no, she wouldn't. What if she get caught? She wouldn't want to be back in jail, she thought.

She pulled herself up, glanced at the wall clock, it was getting to 7pm. She was hungry, and needed to go out for dinner.

Minutes later, she rolled her car into the parking space of a fast food restaurant, just few blocks from her apartment. She got out of the car and walked inside, then ordered a takeaway fried rice and chicken. She leaned her elbows on the countertop, waiting for her order.

She deliberately keep her head down as she collected her order, having a strong feeling that the guy at the middle of the restaurant was going to come up to her, because he had been paying close attention. She had managed not to look at him. Though the guy was very handsome, really good looking.

"Hi."

It was a nice voice. She pulled her head and met his gaze, then waited a few seconds before she reply. "Good evening."  

The guy took a step closer with a really nice smile. "My name is Kevin, I've been watching you for few minutes, hope you don't mind me leaving some few words with you."

Abigail met his gaze with a polite hint of a smile. She hadn't thought of starting a relationship with a man, not now that she has a mission to complete. But she couldn't ignored a very good looking man like him. "If you won't take much of my time." She said.

They walked out of the supermarket and make small idle talk as they walked toward Abigail's car.

"I would be happy if you offered me your friendship." The guy said. 

Abigail smiled. "That won't be a problem, but if you're looking for love, I would advice you to look somewhere else."

He pulled out a soft laugh. "What about lunch tomorrow?"

"I have an appointment tomorrow." She lied, lending her back against her car.

The guy nodded. "You don't mind if I call you Abby?"

"Actually, I mind. I would prefer that you call me Abigail."

He laughed politely. "Alright, I really appreciate you giving me some of your time, Abigail."

"You're welcome."

"What about Sunday evening?" He asked.

Abigail gave a small laugh. "Okay, no problem."

His face brighten up with a smile. "Alright then, I will give you a call. Can I have you number, please?"

They exchanged phone numbers and Abigail met his eyes. "I don't entertain night calls."

He nodded. "Thanks."

She just smiled, then entered her car and put on the ignition while he watched her drove away.

He walked toward his car, pulled the front door opened and got inside. He stared at his watch, then picked his phone to make a call. "Got her."

"Great job, Spenky. Make sure she don't escape." James said from the other end of the cell phone.

"She just left." Spenky said.

"What? Why would you let that happened?"

"Plans changed."

"Your plans changed doesn't mean mine have to." James said. "Get her now."

"Not now."

"I don't pay you to be a caward or a consultant. I pay you to execute my order."

"Too risky. Too many people around."

Silence fell at the other end.  "Alright, do what you can to get her here as quick as possible, you would be compensated appropriately."

"Right. We'll speak again in few hours." Spenky ended the call.

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