Novels by OluchiHelen

“Anthony would never hurt anyone— he wouldn't even hurt a fly,” Mrs.Wells argued, growing weary of the conversation. She took her glasses off. “Look, you're looking for the wrong person. There were tons of people at the gala that night. Ask them.”“We've spoken to at least ninety-five percent of the people who were present at the occasion, including the workers and they all gave an alibi. Most importantly, they were all present,” Detective Von said. “But somehow, your son is the only person who vanished into thin air.”Mrs.Wells opened her mouth to defend Anthony but Von cut her off. “Be honest, when was the last time you heard from him?”Something dimmed in her eyes. She was worried —concerned and it was growing. “All I'm asking for is a chance to talk to him,” Von said, latching onto the grief in her eyes. “That's all. I promise but we can't do that if we don't know where he is.”Mrs.Wells exhaled loudly, clearly worn to a frazzle. “Sincerely, I have no idea where Anthony ran off

Chapter NineteenThere were no signs of the cops yet or any suspicious looking vehicle but Anthony was still tensed. He glanced over his shoulder and yelled for Abby. “Hurry up! C'mon!” Abby, out of the toilet, dried her wet hands against her pants and hurried towards Anthony. “Did you see anything?” She asked. “No, we've got to start moving.”Abby's eyes shifted to their luggage. On this part of town, cabs weren't exactly a thing. Taking the bus was an option but it wasn't the best. “We need a car Anthony. We can't carry all things by hand down to the bus station,” she said. Shit, she was right. He peeked through the blinds again and spotted a car parked out front the motel. It was empty and there was no one else in the lot. “Gather the suitcases towards the door and hold on, okay?” He didn't wait for Abby to respond, instead, he hurried outside towards the car.Abby frowned, her eyes glued to him. What was he thinking? Anthony checked the front doors— they were both opened. H

For the third time that morning, Abby emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl. Exhausted and drained, she collapsed back onto the cool tiled floor, as she evened her breathing. Once she had flushed, brushed her teeth and splashed some water on her face, she strolled back into the hotel room. For the past two days the room had been painfully silent and everytime the sun disappeared behind the night sky, she felt herself missing him.Every attempt to reach out, as usual, had been futile. Anthony never returned any of her calls or texts. Soon anger simmered quickly in her chest. She dialed his number again and to her surprise, the call connected this time. “Anthony…” her voice nearly crackled. She calmed her nerves, maintaining the strength in her voice. “Where are you? I've been calling you for two days!”“I'm at a motel. Is there a problem?” Her brows quickly drew into a frown. “What'd you mean is there a problem?” She couldn't believe her ears. “Where are you? We need to talk.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.Chris could hear his heart hammering in his ears as he sat still, his hands cuffed together. Detective Klein stood across the room, quietly speaking into his walkie, relaxed and unaware of the storm building up inside Chris.Rhodes had stepped out for a bathroom break. That left Chris alone with the detective—and one shot.Klein looked like he could hold his own. Broad shoulders, lean build, dressed in a tailored suit that hinted at a gym habit. But even the strongest man could be taken down if he didn’t see it coming.Chris’s gaze dropped to the pen on the table.It wasn’t a weapon. Not really. But it was the only thing he could use.Chris shifted in his seat carefully, his muscles tense as he gingerly rose to his feet, without managing to to scrape the floor with his chair. Slowly, he reached for the pen and neared Detective Klein. In one swift move, he'd lunged at him and with a force he didn't know he had, slammed Klein's head into the wall. The sound was sicke

“I already told you I didn't do it Abby.”Abby wanted to believe him. Heck, she wanted to trust him this time but something about his changed demeanour was holding her back.“So why not answer my question Anthony?” She exhaled slowly. “Where were you before you flew down to New York?”Anthony rose to his feet. “I already told you I was in Massachusetts.”“It’s cold in here Anthony, why does it look like you're sweating?” She asked, watching him as he paced around the room. Panic flashed in his eyes as he looked down at his shirt where there were infact, small patches of sweat stains.“If you're here to carry out some stupid investigation, then let me know and I'll leave the room for you,” he retorted, his tone a little too high for comfort. She remained silent for sometime and finally spoke up. “You're the one who killed that man, aren't you?”Something flared in Anthony's eyes. This time it wasn't fear, it was disgust. There was no proof that he'd killed the man on the roof. Not a s

Chapter Fifteen “And you think that’s our guy?” The detective asked. Sarah nodded.“He looks similar to the guy you're looking for and ever since the whole case got publicized, he vanished. No one heard from him, no one saw him.”Detective Banes stared at her. “Did you notice anything suspicious before the murder took place? Maybe he bought something odd or…?”Sarah shook her head, slightly embarrassed. “No, we don't live together but I just have a feeling he has something to do with this,” she replied.Banes shot her a weary look and got out a notepad. “What's his full name?”“Anthony Wells.”He frowned. “The Anthony Wells of Wells and co?” He almost laughed. “Anthony would never.”Sarah frowned. “I'm not joking. This isn't some sort of prank-”“Lady, I don't know who you are to him but Anthony Wells would never be involved in something like this. He's a busy man, you know? He probably travelled out on some business trip,” the man replied.Sarah felt stupid and frustrated. She knew