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

Serious danger.

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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.

Thanks for the update Harry,
pls don't let anything bad happen to Abigail ooo... Else i will sue you to court

oya update fast o

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

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chivera018:
If James did not kill John, who did ? Am suspecting Andrew and Segun

Am suspecting Segun and maybe Abigail best friend.

Very interesting.

Did she really have the gold or trying to save herself?
But, who killed John?.
Abigail can't die, the main cast

oluangelkay:
Am suspecting Segun and maybe Abigail best friend.

Segun maybe for her leaving him for John; Killing him and pinning the death on her by way or revenge

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Harrystories how far Na Anything for the girl??

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

daviesblaze:
oya update fast o

I don land.

chivera018:
If James did not kill John, who did ? Am suspecting Andrew and Segun

Hmnm..

Babyurgly1:
Very interesting.

Thanks dearie

KingdomStar89:
Did she really have the gold or trying to save herself?
But, who killed John?.
Abigail can't die, the main cast

izaray:
Thanks for the update

Enjoy.

Donyai:
Feed me more

Oya na...

ndy87:
Harrystories how far Na Anything for the girl??

Yes dear

if its not segun who killed john, then how did he become a millonaire overnight, just after abigail was jailed?

I suspect Andrew.

harrystories:
Hmnm..

hmm, i think Harry killed John

Thanks for the update Harry.

thanks for the updates but she doesn't know she's going to meet the wrong person

This story is getting more interesting.
Weldone Mr Harry.

chivera018:
hmm, i think Harry killed John

KingdomStar89:
This story is getting more interesting.
Weldone Mr Harry.

Thanks dearie...

daviesblaze:
if its not segun who killed john, then how did he become a millonaire overnight, just after abigail was jailed?

Abi o

Chapter Twelve



Abigail was so worried pacing the hotel room. She knew James would still come after her, so staying at the hotel would be more saver. She thought about reporting the case to the police, but she was too weak to moved out of the hotel, feeling pains all over her body from the beaten she had received from James. She turned toward the door as she heard a knock. She have no doubt it was Andrew whom she had called to come over. She walked toward the door and pulled it opened. 

Andrew walked in with concerns written all over his face. "Abigail, are you okay?"

Abigail closed the door slowly and met his gaze. "I'm not."

Andrew noticed the bruises on her face. "Oh my God. What has James done to you?"

Abigail gently sat at edge of the bed. "He kidnapped me."

Eyes narrowed. "Kidnapped you and beat you up like this." He blew out an explosive breath. "You see, I warned you about this guy. He's dangerous."

"It was a different story."

"How do you mean?" He asked.

"He was asking me about a gold." 

"What gold?"

"In the call that was made to the police was that the killer made away with John's money and gold. James is trying to get back the gold."

"He thinks you have it?"

"He believed I mudered his brother."

Andrew settled down in the chair and folded his hand over his chest. "We all had been thinking this guy murdered his brother, you know I was some how doubting it. How did he get to you?"

"He came to my house with two other guys." She explained everything to him. "I have no choice than to admit I have the gold in other to escape, but it was a different story after kidnapping me. He almost killed me, but I escaped when I was able to get hold of his gun and shot one of his men in the process."

"You killed one of his men?" 

"I shot his leg."

Andrew got to his feet, pacing the room thoughtfully. "Now he's  going to come after you like a wounded lion."

"I will have to report him to the police if I get out of here."

"That would be the best, and you need to do it now." He said. "What about the one that you shot?"

"That would not be a problem as long as the police is involved. I know James would find it hard to explain to the police how he got his gun." She said.

Andrew thought about it for few seconds. "You need to be very careful of this guy. He could buy his way out with money."

"I have someone I trust that would handle the matter. The police woman I used against Lola," she stared at him.

"I never thought James could come after you asking of the gold."

"It worth a hundred million dollars."

"Hundred million dollars?" He stared in her eyes. "James told you so?"

Abigail nodded. "I believe it was the reason John was murdered."

"For a gold worth as much," Andrew said. "It could be true." 

"Whoever did that most be someone closer to John, that knows much about him."

"That's correct, very correct." Andrew nodded. "It may be a close friend or relatives, that knows about the gold."

"Do you know anyone called Jessica?"

Andrew stared at her for few seconds. "Jessica..."

"She's a medical doctor."

"Oh yes, a very slim lady, Jessica..Jessica Oyerinde."

"It was her birthday party that John was trying to attend with me on the day he was murdered." She told him.

Andrew thoughtfully stared at her. "If you're thinking Jessica murdered John, then you have to rethink. She couldn't kill a rat."

"How close are they?"

"Not too close. She was John's doctor. I don't think they have any other relationship outside that." He sat back in the chair."

Abigail stared at him. "I'm suspecting she knows something."

"Take your mind off Jessica," He pulled his gaze toward the window. "I think she knows nothing."

"Then who did you suspect?"

"I can't think of anyone."

"You're one of John's best friends, I believe you should know much about him, and his other friends that he was hanging out with."

Andrew inhaled deeply. "I'm his friend doesn't mean I knows everything about him. He got his own privacy and I don't usually follow him around town."

"I want you to give me the list of the ones you remember, so I can start making investigation about them." She said.

"You still want to go on with the investigation?"

"James wouldn't let me be if I don't get him the gold."

"How would you give something you don't have. Abigail, you're going to get yourself into another trouble."

"I already told him I have it, no matter what I do he won't believe me." She let out a breath. "He could kill me."

"This is getting serious."

"As a close friend and John's personal assistant," Abigail muttered. "Didn't you know about the gold?"

Andrew's face went blank. "No. He didn't tell me about it. Are you suspecting I murdered John?"

She pulled her gaze away. He was right. She had developed the thought since her encounter with James. "I'm just asking, I believe you should have heard him talk about it."

Andrew nodded. He could see it in her. "John didn't mentioned it, and point of correction, I wasn't his personal assistant, I was just his friend."

"Maybe I was wrong about that," her voice was soft.

"Look Abigail, I know you've begin to suspect me and I must say I'm highly disappointed. Have I not been true to you since the day you came to my office? I took you to where John was buried, showed you Lola, and I've been spending most of my time with you, giving you every necessary information, ideas, to help locate the killer. Do you think I would be doing all this if I have murdered John?"

She took a long breath. "I didn't say so."

Andrew got to his height and put his hands in his pockets. "John was my friend, but I wasn't living with him, and I wasn't in his house on the day he was murdered." He stared straight in her eyes to make sure she got what he was saying and got it for real.

Abigail pulled her gaze to the ringing phone on the small table beside her and picked it up. "Hello."

"Abigail I've been trying to reach you," Lola's words rushed out faster at the other end of the cellphone. "Where are you?"

"I'm somewhere around Okota."

"I met Jessica yesterday, and she told me she have an evidence of the murder."

Eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, the video scene of the murder, she got it from the CCTV camera in John's apartment."

"Oh my God, I can't believe this." Abigail got to her feet. "I'm so happy this is coming at the right time. You won't believe what I had been through in the hands of James."

"What happened?"

"It's long story, have you got the video?"

"Not yet, I'm on my to Jessica's office she asked me to come for it..." A bad network interrupted Lola's words.

"Hello, can you hear me?" Abigail took a step forward.

"Yes I can hear you. I will give you a call as soon as I get the video."

"Alright, I'll be expecting your call." Abigail ended the call and met Andrew's gaze. "I told you Jessica knows something about John's murder, Lola just told me Jessica have the recorded video of the murder."

Andrew brought his hand out of his pocket, widening his eyes in surprise. "A video of the murder? How possible? and if she have it, why has she kept it all those while."

"I don't know her reasons, but I'm happy this is coming at the right moment."

"I'm more than happy too." Andrew smiled.  "At least, it could prove I didn't murder John as you've suspected."

She pulled out a soft breath. "I'm sorry if I had offended you with my words. I'm just so confused."

"It's okay. I understand." He picked his two phones from the chair. "I have to be back in office, call me as soon as the video reaches you."

"Sure I will."

Andrew walked to the door and turned to face her. "Go see a doctor, I think you need some treatment."

Abigail offered him a lazy smile....


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the story has taking different turn. it getting more interesting. Andrew is my next suspect.