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Chapter Eleven

FREYA

He had been hit in the brief fire fight.

I could tell he had been hit because I heard him scream in pain, and I heard a rush of boots fleeing through the door, and the sound of a car taking off with speed.

I stood up, mad out of the bathroom, and scurried into the big room, to know if he was still alive, dead, or badly injured.

Gosh!

He was shot on the belly, and on the chest, but he was still breathing hard with blood in his mouth, exactly the same way people do in the movies when they get hit by a bullet.

I rushed to him and bent towards him. His eyes were wide opened. He wasn’t ready to give up the ghost, but he was losing blood, and the only thing that could pop up in my mind was to call the emergency line and report the event.

“Don’t…call…police.”

He was choking on his words, and he still wants me to obey him even as he is losing more blood and dying of pain.

“But…”

“Go…to…the drawer…plot…904.”

Those were his last words.

I had never seen a man die in real life, but I had w
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