Edmund Hamilton pulled into the garage in the hospital. He'd stepped outside for just over five hours to clear his head but had ended up accumulating even more thoughts than he planned.The clock on the dashboard said 6:pm. In ten minutes, probably twenty minutes or more or less, he would be back in Dr. Turner's office where Chatlotte was probably still waiting to hear whether or not the child that Charlotte carried was his.He'd never known such tension in his life. None of this felt real. Well, except for his nerves. The tight knot in his stomach, the sweat running down his back.Mentally, he prepared himself for what the result was going to be. But emotionally, he was not ready. There was no telling how bad things would change once the truth was discovered and it wasn't in his favor. But this was bad news on so many levels.If the baby was his, he would raise him as his own, but accepting the baby meant he would accept the mother too and he dreaded the very idea of that.Edmund had
Emily Peterson sighed with utmost relief as the Uber drove out of the premises of Dally Villa and into the expressway. The therapy session had come to an end and nothing had spilt, well, nothing that she didn't want to let out of the bag.That was one big achievement for one day. She thanked her stars that the day had gone so well, despite her earlier setback and looked forward to the welcoming night that awaited her.As relieved as she felt, the nagging feeling that something had gone very wrong remained. Was Edmund keeping something away from her? Or worse. Did Jason know that she was cheating on him? Had Dr. McGuire told him anything?It seemed very unlikely. Jason was the kind of man who acted on what he knew instantly. If he knew something, he wouldn't simply act normal and keep it away from her. She pushed the feeling away from her mind and tried to relax by taking slow deep breaths. It wasn't working. A call from Mia, her friend jerked her away from her thoughts.She tried to
Max Walker weaved through the streets of Lincoln Avenue, humming softly to the sound of the music blaring from the sound system of his car.It was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his spirits. The weather was serene and what's more? His payment for the month arrived early this month. Not that it meant much to him, but it would help keep things in place until he received the other money he was expecting.Max Walker was a child prodigy. At the age of four, he already knew to read. Consequently, he moved ahead of his mates in school, thanks to his supernatural intelligence. At thirteen, he'd already left High School and was applying to top colleges in the state of Washington DC. Naturally, everyone expected the smart kid to go places and male it in life and for a long time, Max Walker believed that too. He was made for greatness. There were obviously many pointers to that. And so when it happened that his fortune suddenly changed when his father was duped so badly in his bus
"I need you to think fast, Edmund, because if you don't and your father finds out about this, he's not going to take it lightly."That was the voice of Mrs. Gina Hamilton, Edmund's mother. The poor old woman had brought herself from her house to Edmund's house as soon as she heard what had been the results of the test.And ever since she got here, all she'd done was try to make Edmund grasp the gravity of what he'd just done. So far, she wasn't doing a very fine job at that."This is scandalous at best," she said, frustrated. "Do you know what the media would do with this kind of information? I'll tell you. They'll sell it to whichever blog has the money to pay for it through their nose and the news would then spread like wildfire. Do you know what that would do to your father? To his business?"Edmund was all but weakened down to his spirits. He clutched his head with both hands and bowed it in deep thought."Since I'm in the mood for a little creativity, let me give you a few headli
Edmund tapped his feet furiously on the floor as he waited. Initially, he'd been Tallington them in slow rhythmical patterns but he'd soon gotten tired of waiting and his frustration was transformed into anger that he let out by punishing the poor Italian shoes that he wore.Being a man of authority himself, Edmund was not used to waiting for anyone. But this was important. So important that it was probably worth the wait.He'd been waiting at his attorney's office for almost an hour and a half to have a conversation with him, a conversation that he intended to use to determine what direction his future was going to take.Out of respect for him, his secretary had let me into his office where he waited for his return. She'd made it a point of duty to check on him every half hour to make sure that he was fine and to also inform him that her boss was aware that he was around and would be with him shortly.When the door finally opened and Mr. Bob Russell stepped into his office, Edmund ex
Detective Camille Adams sighed heavily as she sank into the seat in her cubicle. Her partner stood by her side, both hands holding his waist. He heaved a despondent sigh.The two of them mulled on the unspoken question that hung in the air. Now that Max Walker had refused to talk despite all their attempts to glean the truth out of him, what were they going to do?"I think we're not torturing him enough," Detective Adams said suddenly. She brushed away some wisps of air that had fallen over her face before speaking again. "Maybe we need to try a new approach. A crueller one.""Are you kidding me right now?" Detective Cooper's eyes widened. "You just tried out the Chinese water torture on him. Yet, he didn't talk. What makes you think there's something worse that we can do to him to get him to talk?"The Chinese water torture mechanism or Chinese dripping water torture was a kind of torturing system where the victim was placed in a position such that his movement was restricted from al
Detective Adams halted at once. A thrill went through her. She recognized the tone of his voice at once. It was the tone of someone who had fought so hard to stay strong but could no longer hold on.It was the voice of a man that had finally broken and was ready to tell the truth. But there were doubts. What if he was telling her one convincing lie or the other to distract her from finding out the truth?It seemed very unlikely. His tone was unmistakable. She knew she'd come dangerously close to the truth and she wasn't going to miss the one chance at grabbing hold of the truth.She twirled around, stepped forward and unstrapped the metal frame that held his face in place for the ice cold water to drop on it. She set his face properly. She needed to see his face while he told the truth."I see you're ready to talk. So by all means, go ahead." She took a seat.Max Walker chewed on the corners of his mouth for a few long seconds. He seemed to still be having trouble telling her the trut
Shaped like a rattlesnake, the man curled himself up on the wall. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against his neck and closed his eyes as if embracing a lover.He savored the feeling of power that enveloped him. He looked down at the unsuspecting humans moving to and fro the hallway, oblivious of the fact that somewhere in the building, danger was lurking and lying in wait for somebody that was being held in the building.They were right to be bothered. He'd not come for any of them. He'd come specifically for one person; one person who'd broken the code of conduct or was about to and was going to pay dearly for it with his life.It was uncomfortable, crouched in his hiding place, but the dull ache in his thighs was a small price to pay for what the man whom he'd been told to kill had done.Just a millisecond ago, he would have been caught had his sharp ears not picked up the sound of the approaching footsteps easily or his eyes not caught sight of the approaching shadows.In his