"I've been trying to reach you." Carrie said as soon as she saw Kirby walk into the house. "I'm fine." Kirby replied, without looking at her. Her attitude was a little code and one Carrie hadn't seen in a long time. Instantly, she knew there was something amiss. Carrie walked up to her while she was taking off her clothes and placed her head on her shoulder, "You seem upset." Kirby breathed out slowly. She said nothing as she took her time to fold her clothes once again. "Maybe I can help with something if you tell me." Carrie didn't give up. "It's nothing to be worried about, Carrie." Kirby breathed out, dropping the folded clothes into the wardrobe. Then she turned to look at Carrie. Carrie straightened again and slipped one hand into her pocket while the other brushed the hair off Kirby's face. "Your face doesn't look like it's nothing. Is it because of a case? A new mission you've been assigned to?" Carrie inquired. Kirby thinned her lips as she gazed at the diamond gold
In one of the city's morgue Clad in protective wears, someone examined a body placed on the table. On a chair not far from the scene was Carrie who kept glancing around the place in boredom. "I do not like the creepy feeling I'm getting." Carrie sighed, getting up on her feet. "You've killed a lot of people. So, why is it so hard to see a dead body?" Andrea scoffed, taking off her mask. "Killing 'bad' people and examining the body of someone who has been dead for months, doesn't exactly sit well with me." Carrie refuted. "Other people handle the bodies of the supposedly bad people you killed. Maybe you should refrain from killing them so more dead bodies won't be made." Andrea advised, taking up a pen and book beside. "With every bad person I kill, I reduce the risk of murderers in this world. If you look at it from another angle, I'm doing them a good deed." Carrie argued. Andrea chuckled, "And the people who take care of the dead bodies are also doing you a good deed because
"Andrea Accardo?" A nervous voice called out behind Andrea. Andrea, who had her eyes lowered onto her phone, tilted her head to the side. When she recognized the person, a smile graced her face. "Kattie Campbell!" She retorted with a smile, turning to face Kattie completely. "You remember my name." Kattie mumbled, twisting her fingers in nervousness. "Thank you." "You don't have to thank me for recalling your name." Andrea tutted, her smile not leaving her face. "It's not about that." Mattie mumbled again, then she slowly looked up at Andrea and into her eyes, "You helped me stand tall in front of my parents." Andrea was quick to recollect what was being talked about. Kattie became a big shot in her past life after a talent scout found her in a fashion show. Not only did Katte become famous, she was one of the most paid artists in the world. And she was something Andrea wanted to hold onto. "Oh, that's good news." "I signed up for a talent hunt. My parents kicked me out of th
"I remember telling you to rest as much as you can." Andrea sighed without looking up at whoever walked into her study. Alessandro walked to where she sat and stood in front of her. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that with you locked in here since the last five days." Alessandro said, breathing out shakily. His breathing was rough and haggard. And because the room was quite silent, Andrea could hear every breath he took in. "My father needs you alive. You dying will do him no good." Andrea mumbled, turning over the next page of the document which she held closely. "He's worried, Andrea." "He shouldn't be." "Listen to me. If your son had survived childbirth, your father would've told you." Alessandro mentioned. Andrea didn't react immediately until she was done with the words written on the page. "I didn't even know I had twins, Alessandro. Tell me again why I should trust a word that comes out of your mouth or that of my father's?" She scoffed, glancing up at him. "Your father d
"If you were so hungry you should've stalled me until you were done eating." Andrea sighed, watching Reid eat. Ever since she came, the man had merely sat in front of her and eaten the dishes served to him. "You should eat something too." Reid suggested, picking up the glass of water beside his plate. "I've been at home all day, Mr. Dahmer. Surely, you don't think I'd starve myself." She replied with a forced smile. Reid met her eyes and chuckled, "The whole of Italy talks about you and how weak your body is. I also heard it took close to a dozen nannies to make you eat as a child." "I agree, food has never been the one thing I take delight in doing. But I have a daughter now and I have to set a healthy eating example for her." Andrea reminded. "She leaves for school every morning and returns when it's almost evening. Who knows if the meal you have everyday is dinner because she's always prone to be there." Andrea stared up at him for a long time. Then she lowered her eyes to t
"What is wrong with you, Adrian? Are you on drugs?" Ryan yelled worriedly from outside Adrian's door. "Ryan, are you there? Tell me you're fine and keep my mind at ease." Ryan yelled out again. "If your boy is on drugs, I assume you know what to do." Isaac who was right beside Adrian uttered carelessly. Ryan clenched his jaw so tightly that Asher who was right behind him thought it'd break. "Uncle, I don't think you're making this any easy for him." Asher sighed. His words made Ryan pause. "What do you mean?" "We have no idea what he has been going through, screaming his name and hitting his door will only make him more determined not to come out." Asher explained. "Afraid? He should've known there was something like that when he beat up Damon Leicester. Does he know how much it took to stop Damon's father from suing us?" Isaac hissed. "I think Asher is speaking from experience." Nicholas, who had been quiet the whole time, suddenly said. "Is your brother telling the truth,
Adrian opened his eyes slowly, but was forced to shut it again when it was overrode by piercing sunlight. Lowering his head, he slowly opened it then got sight of his chained hands. "You're awake. Good." He heard someone say beside him and hurriedly turned to where the voice came from. Marco walked into his sight. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he asked, "Do I look familiar?" "Marco Accardo, what do you think you're doing?" Adrian hissed, struggling with the chains. "Nothing harmful. I just have some questions to ask you." Marco replied, grabbing a seat. "And you don't think I would've given you the answers you wanted without you being so aggressive?" Adrian huffed, glaring at him. "I know you would've given me any answer I wanted. But I doubted you'd tell me who it was that saved you and your friends from being assassinated some weeks ago." Marco smiled. Adrian's eyes dimmed for a second, before they became cold. Although it happened very fast, Marco was quick to catc
"What?" Andrea asked in disbelief, glancing up at a battered Adrian. He hadn't bothered taking care of his looks before coming straight to Andrea because he termed the information he had as very important. "I'm serious. He's really convinced Cheryl is Ghost." Adrian repeated. "Ah, I see." She muttered, taking her eyes off him. "Is that why you didn't take care of your looks before coming to see me?"Adrian glanced down at himself and smiled in embarrassment. "I thought you should be aware of it as soon as possible." Andrea dropped the file in her hand before looking up at him again, "And I'm grateful for that, Adrian. But have you ever wondered if your zealousness to tell me about it is exactly what he wants?" "What do you mean?" Adrian asked apprehensively. Andrea sighed and placed both hands on her desk, "What if he just wanted to see how you'll react? What if he knew you'd be so disturbed you'd come look for me as soon as he releases you? So he asked some of his men to tail y