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rukidanty:
must u quote d whole story before commenting.. we have addressed this issue concerning quoting d whole story before commenting but some people like u will still disobey..

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(c)Harry Enomamien...2018


Jessica woke up in a darkroom and tried to pulled herself up and realised her hand had been tied to the other. Not only her hands, her legs were also tied with a strong wire. She wriggle like a worm on a hook, searching for weakness in the links, a gap that would allow her to slip her bonds. She remain still as the door was slowly opened.

James walked in with spenky and put on the light. He stared at Jessica with cold eyes before walking toward her. He pulled her head up with her hair, looking straight in her eyes. "Where is the gold you took after killing my brother?"

Jessica coughed. "I...I.."

"Speak up," James yelled.

"I will explain." Her voice was very weak.

James released her while Jessica raised her head in pain from the floor. Her mouth was too heavy to open.

"Now talk."

Jessica sob some few sob before opening her mouth to speak. "I lost it."

"What?"

"It was stolen from my apartment two days after John was murdered." Jessica managed to speak.

"Don't lie to me." James yelled and kicked her. "If you don't tell me where the gold is, I'm going to kill you, right here, right now."

Jessica struggled in pain. "Please do it."

With annoyance, James hit her face with the back of his hand. "Tell me where the hell you kept my gold?"

She struggled but remained silent. All she wanted was to die. What would be of her if she was handed over to the police? Things would be very ugly. She can't stand the shame and she was wishing to die right there. "Please kill me."

James went down and held her neck tight. "Fine, if that is what you want, your death will be a horrible one because I'm going to cut your body into pieces. But before then, tell where you've kept the gold."

Jessica remained silent.

James stared at Spenky who had been staring silently. "Get me my gun."

Spenky replied with a nod and walked out of the room.

James paced the room silently. If what Jessica had said is true, then he would have no choice but to kill her. He was sad for losing the gold, and blamed his late brother for everything.

He stared at Jessica. "I'm going kill everybody if you refused to produce the gold. All your family would pay for it with there lives. Your kids, your hubby, everyone will die."

Jessica didn't reply. She remained on the floor with her eyes closed. If only she wasn't tired, she would have killed herself. Truly, the gold was stolen from her. Who and how was something she didn't understand.

A police vehicle pulled to a stop at the front James duplex and another white Honda SUV stopped behind it. Four armed police men hurried out of the vehicle while Andrew and Lola got out of the Honda car.

"This way." Andrew lead the police men toward the gate and knocked.

The gate was opened by a tall muscular man, staring at the police men with a frown. Before he could open his mouth to speak, the police men pushed him out of the way and they all walked into the compound.

"Hurry," Abigail's lead the way toward the front door.

Before they could get to the door, it was opened and Spenky walked out of the house staring with his eyes narrowed.

"Where is James?" Andrew asked.

"James?" Spenky said. "What..."

Before he could finished his words, the policemen walked passed him into the house while Andrew and Abigail quickly followed.

"Wait," Spenky tried to stop them.

James pulled Jessica up from the floor and placed his gun at her forehead. "Tell me where the gold is?" He yelled.

"Shoot..me," Jessica's voice was not more than a whisper.

The policemen hurried into the room. "Enough," the most senior officer said.

James stared at them with cold eyes, surprised to see Andrew and Abigail as they walked into the room.

"Mr James, you can't take the law into your hands." The policeman said and walked toward Jessica. "Mrs Jessica, you're under arrest."

"I won't let you take away," James voice was very loud. "Not until she provide my gold."

Andrew stared at him. "The police will help you get your gold."

"Bullshit." James met Andrew's gaze. "How dare you?"

"I'm sorry, but we need to follow the right procedure."

James stared at Abigail who was standing with her hands crossed over her chest. "And you?"

Abigail pulled her face away from his.

The policemen untied Jessica and pulled her to her feet, taking her out of the room.

"I want my gold," James yelled at them.

"Mr James," the senior officer turned to face him. "It would be better if you let us do our job."

James stared silently in anger.

********

The police station's premises was crowded with pressmen and women. Vehicles from different TV stations and cars that carried prominent logos of radio stations, all lined at the front of the police station.

Eager faces, microphones, cameras not only invaded the police vehicle space as it pulled to a stop but decimated it. The reporters nearly salivated as they shouted out questions.

"Why did you killed John?"

"What's your relationship with him?"

"Is it true you killed him because of gold?"

Jessica slowly followed the policemen passed the crowd, ignoring the questions of the reporters.

The second Abigail stepped out of the car, a mob of reporters surrounded her on the every side, many shoving cameras in her face. A male reporter started with a round of questions.

Abigail directed her eyes toward the cameras, and gently answered their questions one after the other.