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Chapter Sixteen
Robert watched his private investigator devour his lunch; two extra large burgers and a bottle of coke. He munched on the burger like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste of the beef. He had called Robert earlier in the day to inform him that he found what he’s been seeking. When Robert decided he was tired of watching the disturbing show in front of him, he cleared his throat lousily causing the man to, after five minutes, take his eyes off his food. Robert only rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass of cocktail. “What is the name?” he asked impatiently.
“George Brown,” his private investigator replied. And when he saw the confusion on Robert’s face, he continued. “He was an ex-convict, works at an automobile repair shop in the city,” he brought out a brown file, placing it on the table.
Robert tore open the file which revealed the images of the so called George Brown who for reasons unknown him, had
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Once it was five, Theresa hurriedly completed all she had to do and left the office. She went to the grocery store and bought some food stuffs to prepare William’s favourite meal in a bid to make up for all the time she had missed with him and particularly because she felt guilty for having a sex dream about Sam Johnson. Again, not a sex dream! She slapped herself mentally. When she arrived at the apartment, she took a quick shower, turned on the sound system and started cooking through the help of a YouTube video she had downloaded. Hopefully, the pasta comes out just as good as the one in the video and taste as that of the Oakleys diner. Just in case none of those things pan out as expected, she ordered a box of pizza. She also got a large bowl of ice cream which they were going to eat whilst watching a movie, like old times. She would eventually fall asleep in his arms and he would you tuck her into bed. A wonderful night she had planned for him
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“Tis a boy!” “Ay, Maman would be pleased.” Theresa sat in the middle of the crowd, gripping tight the hem of her T-shirt which hugged her body in the right places. Her palms were moist and her breathing, rasped as she anticipated the horrific scene that was about to play out in front of her. “Don’t kill the baby,” she whispered to herself. Margaret had called her that afternoon to the house, posing an emergency. When she got there, in record timing, she dragged her to the theatre, making Sam drive them all the way. It was the opening show, ‘Antonius Brood’ and she didn’t want to go on that interesting voyage alone so, she’d brought them along much to Theresa’s liking as she had spent the better part of the day in bed. Everything about the events of the night before contributed to the sharp pain she’d felt in her head that morning. Fortunately for her, there were some pain relievers in the first aid k
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They drove to the Oakley diner as Margaret was craving their milkshake and burger. The drive was mostly quiet except for that time Margaret asked Sam what he thought about Antonius. He was indifferent about it. He wasn’t in support of his actions but then, understood the reasons behind them. He pointed out specifically that he didn’t at all like he had killed a baby. His lips had curled into a sneer when he said it. The scent of burgers, spaghetti, ketchup and fries combined hit them as they made their way to the seat down the diner. Sam ordered a bottle of coke and fries, likewise Margaret, who had gotten chocolate milkshakes instead. And Theresa got herself Oakleys special tea and sandwiches. They car came to a halt when they came upon Theresa’s apartment building. “Thank you for a lovely evening Margaret,” she appreciated as she got out of the car. Margaret looked at her watch and huffed. “Do you min
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Robert stormed into the agency, making his way to Theresa’s office in quick purposeful steps. Her head immediately snapped sideways when he burst into her office with a scowl on his face and she wondered what had put him in an upsetting mood early this morning. “Good morning Mr. Johnson,” she greeted, getting up from the seat. He didn’t answer and just threw the file he had in hand to her desk and she picked it up to read. It was the contract concerning his biography. And from the look of things, quite a number of changes had been made. “Oh no–“ she had begun to protest when Robert cut her off. “Margaret told me you were burgled.” She was about to open her mouth and speak but Sam’s frenzy cut her. “Burgled?” he exclaimed in shock. He was just outside her office when he heard Robert say. “When?” “Last night. Apparently, she told Margaret to keep shut about it,” Robert answered, shaking his head.
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“I’d welcome you but you’re no stranger here,” he said, reaching for her bags which she handed to him. “Well, a welcome celebration sounds nice.” “Oh yeah? Then I’ll see you in the pool,” he said with a wry grin. Theresa swallowed. “Pool?” Sam gave the bag to Alfie who took it upstair, to the guest room. “Yes,” Sam turned to her. “A pool party. Just you and I. You know, with champagne and Whitney Houston songs,” he articulated detailedly, Theresa was sure her heart fell to her stomach. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d say you were asking me to a date.” He threw his head back in laughter, emmitting sniggers afterwards. “You might just be right Theresa.” Just then, Margaret emerged from down the stairs beaming. She was obviously excited she’d have a ‘gist buddy’ again, since Mary. “Oh
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Four days had gone by since she moved into the Johnson’s house and so far, she’s been enjoying her stay: courtesy of Margaret. The only ‘difficulty’ she presumed she’d encounter: Sam, had barely been around in the past days as he had attended a board meeting, alongside Robert in the outskirts of the city and they’d only just came home yesterday. Sam devoured his pancakes and citrus juice in delight. If there’s anything he had missed more than seeing Theresa’s face, it would be Margaret’s cooking. Due to the location of the meeting, the only good hotel’s in the area had been booked. So, he had to stay at a motel and the breakfast that was served made him nauseous. Thank goodness that was over. Theresa on the other hand, enjoyed the luxury of Margaret’s cooking, especially grateful that she didn’t have to eat peanut butter sandwich every morning for breakfast. She emerged from up the stairs in a black and white s
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With so much force this time, he pushed it down with his feet. No action. Nothing! The car didn’t stop and just kept moving up the bridge. Immediately, his head swerved sideways to see Theresa who looked very worried as she watched him hit the brake pedal endlessly. He was beginning to lose control of the car but he tried so desperately to work the steering wheel. With one hand, he unbuckled her seat belt and unlocked the doors with the buttons on his side. Surprisingly, he feared for her more than himself. Theresa’s breathing had become heavy and fast as she watched the car go straight, up the bridge. He noticed this and tried to bring her to calm and listen to him, amidst controlling the car that was moving with so much speed already. “Theresa, Look at me!” he called loudly. And she turned to him, her breathing still heavy and fast. She had placed a hand over her chest, squeezing her shirt tight. Her heart was throbbing
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Robert stormed into the agency, making his way to Theresa’s office in quick purposeful steps. Her head immediately snapped sideways when he burst into her office with a scowl on his face and she wondered what had put him in an upsetting mood early this morning. “Good morning Mr. Johnson,” she greeted, getting up from the seat. He didn’t answer and just threw the file he had in hand to her desk and she picked it up to read. It was the contract concerning his biography. And from the look of things, quite a number of changes had been made. “Oh no–“ she had begun to protest when Robert cut her off. “Margaret told me you were burgled.” She was about to open her mouth and speak but Sam’s frenzy cut her. “Burgled?” he exclaimed in shock. He was just outside her office when he heard Robert say. “When?” “Last night. Apparently, she told Margaret to keep shut about it,” Robert answered, shaking his head.
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