What Happened To Tasha?

It's already been months since Nichole got Pamela killed. Tasha's baby bump is all grown and almost due. She strolled to the living room and sat beside her husband.

"How are the investigations going dear, any good news?" he asked.

"No sweetheart, they don't seem to find any trace of the culprit. It's like he/she erased every piece of evidence. I think the attack was planned out."

"But does she have any enemies, let's  say, anybody in mind you think can be the culprit?"

"Not that I know dear, Pamela was the free type. She loves everybody. I don't know who thought of doing such a thing to her."

"It's okay dear, let's hope the CIS gets somewhere with this investigation."

"I hope so dearly," she mumbled and leaned her head on his shoulder with Dickson passing his hand through her hair.

Nichole stood in front of her room watching them and felt jealous. She glared at Tasha and stormed back into her room.

"You can have him all for