aprilwise:
Bravo. such a wonderful masterpiece. the killer of John might be within. even nearer than they thought. thanks

Let's wait and see.


Thanks for reading.

empress101:
I suspect Andrew...

Really? Hmm..The end will tell

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Something seems fishy, Andrew's part as a friend is questionable. Just a guess tho'

Operation find the killer this is getting more interesting. Keep it coming, kudos.

from my own observation so far, Andrew knew about everything and John is James, there are no twins.. so Andrew will b feeding John about Abigails discovery to cover their tracks

Andrew and James should be investigated.

Nice update.

Chapter Seven



Lola paced the sitting room silently as the event of the day played itself over and over again in her mind. If it wasn't Abigail that murdered John, then who did it? All those while she believed the news that it was Abigail that murdered John, and was ready to let her pay for it. Would she be out there seeking for John's killer if she had killed him? Abigail was innocently, she was sad for the pain the innocent woman had paid for a crime she knew nothing about. She was ready to give Abigail all her support to help trace the killer.

The fact that John told the police he was stabbed by his lover was making her so confused. She didn't know him to be a flirt for the years they had spent together. Who is this lover that killed John? Could the police report be real? Or was it a sort of plan made by the killer? She moved closer to window, staring  at the full moon.

"Why are you not sleeping?" Her husband walked into the sitting room, stiffing a yawn.

Lola stared at him over her shoulder, then pulled her gaze back to the moon. "I couldn't catch a sleep."

Her husband glanced at the wall clock. "It almost 2am, come on let's go to sleep."

"I'm not feeling sleep," she turned to face him.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking of something..about my work."

"You can think about it when the night is over," her husband said. "But for now sweetheart, you need a sleep to help you during the day."

"Not now," her voice was soft. "I just want to be here alone for a while."

Her husband stared at her for few seconds. "You didn't tell me what happened during the day." He took a step forward.

"I thought I told you." Lola said.

"Angel told me you were crying. What happened?"

"I told you," she met her husband's gaze. "I was only joking with her."

Her husband let out a breath. He knew Lola was hiding something from him. "You've been acting very strange since that moment, right here you're standing instead of you to be sleeping, and you're telling me nothing is wrong?"

Lola pulled out a long breath. She never thought their daughter could be sensible enough to say that to her husband. "I said nothing happened. I'm here thinking of what to offer on my program tomorrow."

"And that is giving you sleepless night?"

Lola slowly pulled her face away from him silently.

Her walked close her and pulled her into his arms. "We've been married for years, and I've never seen you like this."

Lola drew her gaze away from him but still in his arms. How would he react if she told him what happened? He wouldn't see it the way she has seen it. And being a lawyer, he would want to make case with Abigail, and she does not want that to happen.

" Tell what me what happened." Her husband said in a very soft voice.

Lola pulled herself out of his arms. "Why are not believing me? I already told you I'm trying to get new ideas that would interest my viewers. Dave?"

"OK, ok." Her husband turned towards the bedroom. "Have all the best idea you could you get, but join me in bed as soon as possible."

Lola stared at him silently as he walked into the bedroom, then turned toward a computer that sat on a small table at the corner of the sitting room. After putting on the computer, she decided to log on to John's email account, hoping he hadn't change the password she knew when they were still dating. She got to gmail and typed in John's password, then waited a few seconds for the processing, and luckily the mailbox opened. "Thank God." She whispered the words.

Checking through the messages in the inbox, they all pointed out nothing but emails from his company and newsletters from different websites. She sighed and kept scolling down through the messages, trying to find a clue to John's murder.

After a long moment of searching, she logged out, and logged on to his Facebook account. She came across a message that caught her eyes, sent to John by his twin brother. She clicked on it and began to read it.

The message pointed out how is brother was asking of his share of the gold they inherited from their grandfather, and how John had refused to comply with him. She got to know through their conversation that the gold was worth millions.

She leaned back and thought over it for a very long moment.. Could James have killed his brother because of that? And why didn't John comply with him? She pulled herself up, pacing the sitting room. John wasn't killed over nothing, someone must have killed him over something special. Could it be over the gold? Could James be the murderer? What about the phone call John made to the police before he gave up the ghost? She was so confused,  not knowing whether to suspect James or not.

She shook her head in disagreement, coming to conclusion that the call made to the police was not made by John. "James..." She said in a low voice, then picked up her cell phone to call Abigail.

"Hello. It's me Lola," she said into the phone.

"Lola," Abigail's voice sound weak and sleepy. "Why are you calling me at this time of the night?"

"We need to talk."

"Talk? where and why?"

"Let's meet in my office at noon."

"Alright, I will be there."

Lola ended the call and stared at the wall clock, it was getting to 3am, she turned and walked out of the sitting room.

******

Abigail left home the following day to meet Lola in her office. One side of her was telling her if Lola's call wasn't a setup, that she need to be careful. She plugged the earplugs from her phone into her ears and leaned back against the seat of a taxi and stared out through the car window, trying not to think about what her mind was telling her. She's not a caward, and she was not ready to become one, not now. With all her heart she focused on the music, turning up the volume.

About 30 minutes later, she got down from the taxi, stared up the tall storey building of Lola working place before she walked into the reception.

A young lady met Abigail's gaze as she walked in. "You're welcome madam, how may I help you?"

"I'm here to meet Lola Daniels," Abigail said with a smile.

"She's on air right now, she'll be out in fifteen minutes time." The lady said in a soft voice.

"Alright I'll wait."

The lady smiled. "Have a sit, I will inform her."

She sat down gently, trying not to make eye contact with other visitors and let her eyes rest on a small frame that was hung on the wall. What would it be like if she succeeded in finding the killer. She would gain a lot of fame, and also cleared her name from the society black book.

She thought about the pain and shame she went through during the time John was murdered. The memory flooded her mind, feeling sad about it. Anger surged through her as she thought about it. For that reason, she thought of not backing off. Someone set her up, and she must find the bastard. If she couldn't get an evidence to nail the killer, she would kill the person. 

"Abigail?"

The sweet radio voice of Lola brought Abigail back to reality. She raised up her head to see Lola walking towards her. She managed a smile and pulled herself up.

"Sorry I was busy," Lola said with a smile. "Let's go to my office."

They walked out of the reception and took a lift to the tenth floor, to an office allocated for Lola.

"Please sit down." Lola said as they got into her office. 

"Thanks."

"Do you care for a drink?" 

Abigail shook her head with a soft smile. "No, thanks."

Lola settled in her chair. "I went through John's facebook account last night and I found a message sent to him from his twin brother."

Abigail leaned forward. "What dose it talk about?"

"Gold," Lola met her gaze.

"Gold?"

"There was a gold they inherited from there grandfather. According to their coversation, the gold was with John and James was asking of his share."

"Did he get his share?"

"No. John told him he has no right to the gold." Lola leaned back in her chair. "James last message was a threat."

"What kind of threat?"

"That he would get his share of the gold by all means." Lola leaned forward. "Don't you think he could kill his brother over a gold worth millions of money?"

"It is possible," Abigail said. "But what about John's call? He didn't mention his brother, he said his girlfriend."

"Do you really think that call made to the police was made by John? I doubt it."  Lola said. "John wasn't a man that double date. I knew that about him long before we broke up. Whoever he gives his heart to, he gives it all. If you're not the killer, then something is wrong somewhere. That's why I don't believe he made the call."

Abigail was silent for few seconds. "My friend once mentioned it, could it be true?"

Lola leaned forward and picked up a pen from her table thoughtfully. "The killer could make the call. Maybe the person knew about your coming to John's house, and the killer used you to bail out."

Abigail stared at her thoughtfully. "It could be true."

"I suspect." Lola said. "If what we're suspecting is true, then the killer could be someone very closed to John. How did you get to his house on the day he was murdered?"

"John called me on phone." Abigail said thoughtfully. "We were to attend one of his friend birthday party, and by the time I got there, I found him dead."

Lola nodded. "I suspect that person was with him when he called you."

"Maybe." Abigail said. "How well do you know James?"

"He's a son of a bitch." Lola said. "The last time I heard of him was when he sold one of his father's company and relocated abroad. He lavished the money in just two years and returned home asking his father for forgiveness."

"Was he forgiven?"

"No," Lola leaned back in her chair. "His father disowned him, and he became a burden to John, asking him money every now and then."

Abigail nodded. "I came to know John was a prince after his death."

"He didn't tell you?"

"No."

"He was a prince, the next to the throne."

"I could see James have many reasons to kill him." Abigail leaned forward. "Since they're the only children of their parent as I was told by John's friend."

"Yes they are." Lola leaned back. 

"I saw him sometimes last month, thinking he was John.

"Really? Did you confront him?"

"I missed him before I could get to him, he entered into an event center, too crowded to find him." Abigail leaned back. "I later finds out he was his twin brother."

Lola pulled out a soft laugh. "They look very much alike. When I started going out with John, I hardly recognised him from his brother."

Abigail thought silently for few seconds. "Since he was disowned by his father, and being the only children of their parent, I suspect he could kill his brother to regain his position in the family."

"That's one the reason why I'm suspecting him." Lola said.

"I will have to find out, but I don't think that message he sent to John would be enough to prove him."

"It won't," Lola met her eyes. "At least it could get us somewhere if we involved a lawyer to look into the case."

Abigail nodded. "It will."

"Which of his friend was holding the birthday party you were supposed to attend with John?"

"He didn't tell me," Abigail said. "He only told me we're attending a birthday party."

"Do you remember the date he was murdered?" 

Abigail narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "It was on the third of March."

Lola let her chair returned to upright and business like position, then leaned towards her computer monitor. "I will have to check John's friends on facebook one by one to find who's birthday he was attending on that day."

"Good," Abigail said. "I will find out more about James. Keep me informed on any information."

Lola met her gaze. "Sure."

Abigail pulled herself up. "I'll take my leave. Thanks for the information." She ended with a smile.

"You're welcome."  Lola smiled and pulled herself up to escort her.

ebonyfaf:
Something seems fishy, Andrew's part as a friend is questionable. Just a guess tho'

hmmm..

Missmossy:
Operation find the killer this is getting more interesting. Keep it coming, kudos.

Thanks.

rukidanty:
from my own observation so far, Andrew knew about everything and John is James, there are no twins.. so Andrew will b feeding John about Abigails discovery to cover their tracks

I suspect... Keep reading

chivera018:
Andrew and James should be investigated.

Nice update.

Keep reading.

This story is sure going to be crime thriller.

Nice work Harry.

I knew the killer of John is from within.

I dey follow u bumper to bumper but I know Andrew will definitely know something about his killing

Wow...God bless you dear

harrystories:
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so, what did i miss?

izaray:
Wow...God bless you dear

Thanks dearie...

Enjoy reading.

rukidanty:
I dey follow u bumper to bumper but I know Andrew will definitely know something about his killing

Thanks for reading...

Much appreciated.

aprilwise:
I knew the killer of John is from within.

Really? Maybe. Let's wait and see.

Thanks for dropping by

Harrystories ngwanu continue ........

harrystories, remember you owe us upto 7 update tomorrow. anyway, i trust you with the update

Chapter Eight



A Story Of Harry Enomamien



Abigail didnt like suprises, and hearing Andrew's voice on the other end of her cell phone at seven o'clock friday morning was a big surprise. Andrew was calling from his car on the street in front of her apartment. She quickly put on her dress and brushed her teeth. When she pulled the door opened, Andrew was there.

"Good morning."

"Andrew," Abigail said with a smile
 "What are you doing here so early?" She stepped aside and gesture for him to enter.

"I'm on my way to work. I decided to drop by, to see how you're doing." Andrew said. "How was your night?"

"Splendid." Abigail smiled. "Have a sit, I'm going to make some tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure." Andrew replied and settled down in the chair. "Nice place."

"Thanks."

Abigail walked into her kitchen and back in few minutes time with two cups of tea. She handed one to him and settled with the other.

Andrew took a few sip from his cup and placed it on a small table beside him. "How about your meeting with Lola?"

"Went well." She took a sip from her cup.

"What's the latest?"

"It was about James," Abigail said.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. "James? What about him?"

"I found out he was having quarrel with John before John was murdered." She took another sip from her cup. "Are you aware?"

Andrew lifted his cup of tea. "I'm not aware of it, who told you?"

"I found out through Lola." She said. "What do you know about James?"

Andrew took a sip from his cup of tea and met Abigail's gaze. "He's a scoundrel," Andrew said with disgust. "So arrogant."

"I heard he was disowned by his father."

Andrew pulled his gaze away and lifted his cup. "That's true. He sold one of his father's company that he was in charged of. That was the reason he was disowned."

"What happened to him after John's death?"

"What did you expect. He was the only child left of his parents, so he was forgiven and was called back home." Andrew said. "His father won't want an outsider to inherit his wealth and his throne." 

Abigail nodded. "For that reason, don't you think he could kill his brother to regain his position?"

"Why would he do that? Besides John confirmed he was stabbed by his lover, a female, have you forgotten?"

"I know but I suspect the call was made by the killer."

Andrew let out a soft breath and slowly took a sip from his cup of tea. "Why would you think so?"

"Because John had no other girl he was doing out with apart from me before he was murdered. If an ex-girlfriend would murder him, it would be Lola whom he had dated for years before me, but she wasn't the killer."

Andrew was silent for few seconds. "John was my friend but I don't usually follow him around town. So for that reason, I won't be so sure he wasn't going out with someone else."

"Was he a flirt?" Abigail asked.

"Not really,  but you can't trust men you know."

"Through John's facebook account I found out few weeks to John's death, James sent him a message asking of his share of gold they inherited from their grandfather, but John refused to agree with him and James last message was a threat to John."

Andrew narrowed his eyes toward her. "Did you hack his account?"

"No, Lola knew his password." 

Andrew nodded and took a sip. "So you think James could kill his brother over gold?"

"It worth millions," Abigail said. "That's a lot of money."

Andrew leaned back in his chair. "I doubt it."

"I'm suspecting him."

"Because of the message?" He met her gaze. "That's not enough to think he murdered his brother."

"Not only that." She said. "Since he was disowned by his father, don't you think he could do that to get back his position?  And I remembered the police talked about the killer made away with his gold and money, have you forgotten?"

Andrew was silent for few seconds. "You're making sense. Even if he truly killed John as you suspected, how would you prove it?"

"I'll have to prove it, one way or the other."

Andrew took a sip from his cup and placed it on the table, then met her gaze. "It seems you don't know who you're talking about. James isn't an ordinary man. This guy is very rich, and he has all the connections you could think off. It won't be easy making case against him."

"I have a plan," she said and lifted her cup of tea. "He won't escape it if he truly killed his brother."

"That's only if you have a strong evidence against him. Don't ever think that message would be enough to prove him."

"I know. But I have to create an evidence against him."

"How?" He asked. "Kidnap him as you did to Lola?"

Abigail reached up to brush away some hairs from her face. "I have another plan."

"Tell me." He asked.

"I can't tell you, maybe later."

Andrew let out an exaggerated breath. "I wish you could give this up."

"Why?"

"Look, Abigail." He said. "This guy is dangerous. If he finds out you're after him, he could do anything to harm you."

Abigail smiled. "I'm prepared."

Andrew leaned back in his chair. "Just my advice."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," she said. "But I won't give up. Not now that I'm making progress."

"I'm only concerned about your safety."

"I know." She pulled herself up, then picked up a remote and flicked on the TV set. "Feel free to watch the morning news. I'm going to take a shower."

"Thanks, but I'll have to be on my way to the office." He pulled himself up."I will give you a call later in the day."

Abigail smiled. "Alright. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, and you too."

Abigail escorted him outside the compound to where his car was parked, and waved him goodbye.


******



The rain took a different tone as it increased it's speed from a warm fall to a heavy down pour. It was accompanied with a thunder strike, the type of strike that would make you think whether God was angry with the wicked. It lights flashed through James home office as he stood by the window, holding a cell phone to his ear.

He controlled himself even as range threatened to consume him. "Why didn't I know about it?" He said into the phone.

He listened to his caller a few more minutes before ending the call, then turned and met the eyes of his bodyguard who had been standing on the door way for the last few minutes. "Call me spenky and call Jude on phone, tell him I need to see him immediately." He said calmly.

"Yes sir."

James watched him closed the door and sat down, trying to keep his breath slow and easy. He couldn't block the thought that was crowding his head. They have failed him. With all he had invested to get a simple information, it was all a waste. Those guys will have to pay for it. He closed his eyes and slow his breathing further, trying to parse the information into a manageable pieces.


He snapped his eyes opened and slammed his arm on the table in front of him. "Damn."

The door slowly opened to review Spenky, his personal assistant. "Sir?"

James met his gaze with cold eyes. "I remember telling you to keep eyes on that lady, Abigail."

Spenky stared at him thoughtfully. "I did has you have instructed."

"You did nothing." James couldn't control the anger in his voice. "She's out of jail."

Spenky felt his eyes narrowed. He wanted to speak, then closed his mouth and pulled his gaze toward the floor. How come he didn't know about it? None of the guys informed him, and he had offered them a large sum of money to get the information on Abigail's release, but he got none. He know James is not a fool, he knows what he's talking about.

James turned his back against him and slowly moved toward the window. "I want you to find her. I don't care how you do it."

"Yes sir." Spenky said, and left.

James walked back to his chair, burning in anger. He was not happy about the information he has just received. He had waited patiently for Abigail's release, how come he missed it. He closed his eyes slowly, keeping his breathing slow and steady. He must do whatever it takes to find her. He doesn't mind if takes months or years.

He was reaching for his phone when the sound of the door caught his attention. He stared at his bodyguard as he opened the door and stood at the door way. 

"Jude is here."

"Let him in."

His bodyguard replied with a nod and gently closed the door behind him.

"What's so urgent that couldn't wait," Jude said as he got in. "That I have to pass through this heavy rain?"

"Take a sit." James said.

"I know you're not a man for surprise, James I thought we're supposed to meet tomorrow?" Jude said as he sat in front of him.

James met his gaze. "I know."

"So what's up?"

"The lady I told you about some months ago." James said.

Jude leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "The one in jail?"

"She's out of jail." James got to his feet. "And I didn't know about it. I just got informed."

Jude watched him silently. He could tell through James voice that he was boiling mad. "For how long had she been released?"

"A month ago." 

James picked up a pack of cigarette from the table and moved toward the window. The light of thunder strikes flashed on his face as he placed a stick of cigarette in his mouth, lighting it. He inhaled deeply and slowly aim the smoke toward the glass of the window. He took another slow drag and turned to face Jude. "I want you to work on this personally. I want you to find her and bring her here. I will compensate you greatly."

Jude was silent for few seconds, apparently caught up in his own thought. "What if she had left the city?" He pulled himself up, and walked toward James. "Do you think she would remain in this city? If she dose, I will surely track her."

James turned to face him. "No matter where she is, I want you to get her and bring her to me."

"Then, everyone is going to contribute." 

"I don't care."

Jude stared straight in his eyes. "What did you say her name is?"

"Abigail." James said. "Abigail Johnson."

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