LOGINPatricia stared at the photograph.She had seen those eyes before.But she couldn't remember where.The more she tried, the more distant the memory became.Alex placed the phone on the table.“Don't force yourself to remember.”“I've seen him.”“I know.”“No, Alex. I mean recently.”Alison stepped closer.“Where?”Patricia closed her eyes.She saw the quarry.The storage building.The men who had attacked them.The mechanic.Bethwel.The old files.Nothing.Then another image surfaced.A man standing outside a building.Watching.Not approaching.Just watching.Patricia opened her eyes.“The man with the binoculars.”Alex immediately looked at her.“What?”“The spy we've seen around the quarry.”“You think it's him?”“I don't know.”Alex picked up the photograph again.“Then we don't assume.”Patricia nodded.That was exactly what she needed to hear.Too many things had begun connecting too quickly.And every time they thought they had found an answer, another question appeared.She l
Patricia couldn't move.The voice came again from beyond the western wall.“Patricia.”Alex tightened his grip on her hand.“Don't answer.”The security team had already moved toward the western side of the compound, but the order from the head of security had stopped them from approaching the wall.The darkness beyond the floodlights was unnerving.Patricia looked at the security monitor.The western cameras were still showing black screens.“Why aren't the cameras working?”Kamau shook his head.“They haven't lost power completely. Someone has interfered with the signal.”Alex turned sharply.“Can you restore them?”“I'm trying.”“Do it remotely. Nobody approaches that wall.”Kamau nodded.Patricia looked toward the darkness.“It's her.”Alison stepped beside her.“You're sure?”“Yes.”“How?”“I recognize her voice.”Mercy moved closer.“Who is she?”Patricia hesitated.“I don't know.”A faint laugh came from beyond the wall.Patricia's heart jumped.“You came to my door,” she calle
Alex remained crouched beneath Obadiah's desk, staring at the spot where the tiny red light had appeared.Patricia stood behind him, barely breathing.“Can you find anything?”“Not yet.”Alex ran his fingers along the underside of the desk, then checked the floor around it.Nothing.He stood and looked at Patricia.“Don't touch anything else.”Patricia frowned.“Why?”“Because if there is a listening device, whoever placed it may know exactly what we're doing.”Alison and Mercy had followed them into the study.Mercy closed the door.“What are we supposed to do now?”Alex looked at all three women.“Act normally.”Patricia almost laughed.“Someone may be listening to us, Glen is missing, someone is sending messages, and you want us to act normally?”“Yes.”“Alex—”“If they're listening, I want them to hear what we want them to hear.”Patricia stared at him.Then she understood.“You want to feed them false information.”“Exactly.”Alison folded her arms.“And what if they can see us t
The moment Alex said Glen had been brought back, Patricia felt the room change.Not because she understood what it meant.Because she didn't.“Brought back where?” she asked again.The phone was still in Alex's hand.“The mechanic didn't say.”“Then call him back.”“I tried.”“And?”“He isn't answering.”Patricia stared at him.“Why?”Alex looked at the screen.“The call went through once. Then his phone was switched off.”Alison slowly sat down.Mercy remained standing near the window.Nobody spoke for several seconds.Then Patricia noticed something.The curtains.She walked toward them and stopped.“Alex.”He turned.“Don't stand there.”“Why?”“Because if someone is watching this house, you're giving them exactly what they want.”Alex crossed the room and pulled the curtain shut.He looked at the security panel beside the door.“Something is wrong.”Patricia frowned.“With the security?”“Yes.”Alison looked uneasy.“Didn't Obadiah have one of the best security systems in the coun
Nobody moved.The three knocks had stopped, but the silence that followed was somehow worse.Patricia stood a few steps away from the front door, staring at it.Behind her, Alex remained tense, one hand resting near his phone while Alison sat rigidly on the sofa.Another knock came.This time, it was softer.Patricia looked at Alex.“Do you know who that is?”“No.”“But you said you wanted me to stay back.”“I still do.”Patricia shook her head.“Someone knows Alison is here. They know about Glen. They know about Bethwel. Whoever is outside isn't here by accident.”Alex moved closer.“Then let me check first.”Patricia caught his arm.“Wait.”They listened.Nothing.Then a voice came through the door.“Patricia.”Her heart stopped.It was a woman's voice.Familiar.But Patricia couldn't immediately place it.“Who are you?” Alex called.The woman didn't answer.Instead, she said quietly, “You have something that belongs to me.”Patricia looked at Alison.Alison's face had gone complete
The woman stood beneath the porch light, her face partly hidden by the darkness beyond the gate.Patricia stared at her.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.Then Patricia opened the door wider.“Alison?”Alison Pendo stepped inside quickly and looked over her shoulder before Patricia locked the door.“You shouldn't have come here,” Patricia whispered.“I know.”“What happened?”Alison's breathing was uneven. She looked exhausted, as though she had travelled through the night without stopping.“I found something.”Patricia's stomach tightened.“About Daniel?”Alison shook her head.“About Glen.”The name struck Patricia harder than she expected.“Where is my son?”“I don't know.”Patricia stepped closer.“You came all the way here to tell me you don't know?”“I came because I think I know who took him.”Patricia froze.Before she could respond, footsteps sounded from the corridor.Alex appeared.He stopped when he saw Alison.For a moment, suspicion flashed across his face.“Al
Natasha did not leave the hospital.Hours passed.Dawn slowly crept over Atlanta, painting the sky in shades of pale orange and gray, but she remained seated beside Malia's bed.Her sister still hadn't regained consciousness.Every beep from the monitor felt like a countdown.To what, Natasha didn'
Patricia stared at the glowing phone screen.The message refused to disappear.I miss you Then the second one.When will you tell your wife the truth?Outside, thunder rolled across the skies of Nakuru, shaking the windows of the small house.Her hands trembled.No.There had to be an explanation.
The Wife He BetrayedThe evening sky above Nakuru had turned the color of dying embers.From the balcony of their modest rental house in Kiamunyi Estate, Patricia Sewe stood motionless, watching the last streaks of sunlight disappear behind the distant silhouette of Menengai Crater. The cool July w
The rest of the afternoon passed in silence.Patricia and Alison remained parked several blocks away, watching Alex's car disappear into Nakuru traffic.Neither of them spoke immediately.Both were trying to make sense of what they had witnessed.The affair was real.That much was no longer in doub







