Heather looked at herself through length mirror as she turned from side to side to get different angles.
She wore a red skin tight dress that drops down to her knee with a low cut at her cleveage.Heather realised her hair from the bun and pulled it over her left shoulder. Then she pulled it over to her right, wondering which side would be better.It has been almost two hours since she started getting ready and is still yet to choose the dress.She has tried mini-skirt, long evening gown, short shorts with hot pink tank top...all her clothes were laying on her bed and some on the floor of her room as she goes through them again to look for the perfect thing to wear to her date.Date? Since when did she get excited to see her ex? This is nothing but a business meeting and she promised herself not to make anything out of it. She has spent the last decade turning Luther down, why would she accept him now?Heather shook her head as she took off the red dres"Wait!"Heather called out and stopped Luther from leavingHe turned around to look at her with pupy eyes and she sighed after looking down at the folder he just gave her.She sighed again before turning around to unlock her door and walk in. She left the door wide open as she went inside and Luther took it as invitation to follow her in.He softly closed the door and looked around to find he appartment messy. Just like the old days.Luther smiled as he moved around the living room to pick up her clothes that were lying all over the place and dumped them in a basket near her washer.Then, he continued on to go through her kitchen and organize her messy dishes while waiting for her to come out.Heather changed of her dress and sat on her bed while looking at the folder her gave her. She didn't have to look at him to know what he was doing. If he is still the guy she remembered, then he would probably be cleaning her house.Heather smiled at the
Kanzel looked at the pictures on top of his desk with a full force frown on his face.It was a picture of Carella Jones walking with her son Brian and the man that was always by her side Mark. Kanzel studied the picture well until his head started to pound. Why does he always gets mix feeling when ever he looks at the blind woman with her son? And why does that blind woman remind him so much of the woman he lost?Kanzel sighed and leaned back on his chair with Carellas' picture still in his hand.His eyes then shifted to the picture frame on his desk. He hated the mixed feelings he was experiencing. But, as one of his me came knocking on his office door, he slipped Carellas' picture into his top drawer and invited the knocker to come in.One of his men came in, dragging a very thin boy and dropped him at the center of the room.Kanzel raised his left brow at the man he had sent to bring him the drug dealer that was threatening to take his customers away."What do you expect me to do
Mark looked at Carella as she excitedly sighed the papers her distributer handed her. Mark held her hand to position it over the space she is supposed to sighed and pressed her pen lightly against the paper.Taking that as he cue, Carella signed her signature and handed the distributer the paper back. Mark watched the men load all the prepared flowers in the back of the container and drive away."They're gone." Mark commented and Carella nodded her head."Finally." She whispered as she tried to hold her tears back. It felt impossible to get back to distributing her flowers in the past couple of month. Most of her clients had left her for another distributer and some had even threatened to sue her for not delivering. Mark had to take care of those threats and tried to help her keep her clients. But, only few loyal ones' remained as her client.Even though the loss of so many clients had really knocked Carella to a sore mood, she worked hard each day to take care of her flowers an
Carella waited in patience for Heather to speak. At first, Carella wanted to tell the other woman to turn around and walk out of her house. What ever happened to mama Sophia should not be connected to her in anyway. Because, if Carella really was the reason her mama Sophia got murdered, then she would never forgive herself.But, of she doesn't turn Heather away, then, not knowing what the other woman was about to tell her would probably haunt her for the rest of her life.So, Carella took a deep breath and waited for Heather to speak.Heather cleared her throat."Carella, thank you for deciding to listen to me..." Heather hesitantly looked at Mark, who was standing right behind Carella like he always does and cleared her throat again."I... I actually came here to do a story about the Kanzel and his missing case related to you but, Mama Sophia's death has been bothering me a lot..."Listen, you and i both know that Mama Sophia would never jave enemies and her murder was so sudden.
Carella Jones is walking towards the house leading herself with her white cane in her right hand. She walked carefully as to not fall and make a fool of herself while she was working. She is nervous as always but her face shows no sign of fear and her eyes were covered by her sunglass. As always she knows she was walking in to a danger zone but lives of others depended on her. She was the best at her field of hostage negotiator because she was blind. Her inability to see the faces of the criminals made her suitable to get hostages out safely. As she was walking towards the house she was informed to go to, she heard footsteps coming near her. She stopped as she figuered she had gotten close enough. She knows what comes after this. They will search her to make sure she was not carrying any weapon. She wore a light dress that stopes at her knees and are sleeveless to avoid being touched. When they see that she had no place to hide any weapon, they took her white cane and
"What the hell happened here?" Asked James Walker to his partner Doneld Crane. "There was a shoot out." Doneld answered. "I can see that. But what caused it?" James asked an other question.Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients.""The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel."As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?""Ya" his partner continued "some even say he died in the explosion."T
James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him. "What happened?" James asked. "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot." "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion. First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears. "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even
"Carella Mink."As soon as they got the name of Robel Petros' supplier, James and Doneld got her address and rushed over to her place.When they reached their destination they were amazed. The house was not just big but also beautiful. From the special curve like gate to the front door and the green garden that surrounded the mansion was mind blowing. They collected their jaws and walked to the gate to ring the bell. A womans voice answered their call and asked them who they are and what their business was. After they told the lady through the speaker that they were DEA Agents and that they had a couple of questions for Carella Mink, it became quite. They stood there for a while and decided to ring the bell one more time. This time it was not a lady in a speaker that greeted them but a man in a suit from the front door.The man in the black suit opened the front gates, "Follow me please detectives." he said in a commanding tone."We're