Tom watched the silver Bentley he had been following slow to a stop in front of an old building on an almost desserted street. He was not surprised by the dilapidated state of most of the building on the street as a sign he had passed some miles back had informed him that the area was under renovation. He tried to get rid of his stupid nerves when he saw Duncan get out of the car, his black briefcase still with him, and then moved to stand in front of the shop. It took some minutes but the top hat guy also got down, making a show of buttoning his maroon colored silk jacket. He paused what he was doing and looked around like he was doing a quick survey before he entered the building, his stride, powerful and intimidating. Duncan followed immediately, looking towards the corner where the cab was parked, making Tom bend instinctively to avoid being seen.He raised his head after they had gone in, breathing a little easier now that they were out out of sight. Tom was trying to gues

Veronica2:17pmThe rumbling of my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything apart from the coffee I took that morning and it was already past two. I debated between going to the diner some few blocks away called the alley, and eating lunch alone or going done to join the most of the workers in the building to have lunch. The thought of walking to the alley alone was not welcoming, because the fear of running into whoever it was that was stalking me made Goosebumps break out on my skin. I pushed my swiveling chair back and picked up my cafeteria card, my decision to have lunch with my coworkers already made. Naturally, because I didn't exercise, I tried my best to take the stairs to go have lunch sometimes as a way of burn some calories, but with the hunger plaguing me and the fear, I took the lift with the rest of the workers going down to have their lunch. I pressed the up button for the lift and waited for it to arrive. Once it did, I went in and was waiting for

Mark pushed one of the men guarding the entrance into Adams office, his face a mask of anger. Adam sighed as he watched the man he had hired to protect him fall on the ground like he weighed nothing heavier than a feather. He didn't blame them one bit; Mark was on another level. If only he had stayed fighting instead of running off to play financial expert."And to what do I owe this-" Adams was saying when Mark rushed at him, holding him by the lapels of his maroon suit. He slammed Adam into the closed blinds and began to chock poor Adam. "Where is Dulce?" Mark's voice was not friendly and for a second Adam forgot to be fearless as he felt Mark's hot breath on his face. He tried to release Mark's grip but it only made him angrier as he lifted him off the floor, still using the lapels."And why would I know where Dulce is?" Adam asked in return, feeling very uncomfortable from his position. He chanced a look at his bodyguards and found them staring at what was h

Bainbridge precinct6:51 pmJameson walked into the precinct that evening. He looked around, searching for the officer he was looking to speak to. When he saw him, he walked towards the man, giving a brief nod to the people in the precinct saying hello. He hadn't been to the precinct since the time his daughter had been missing, and going back into the redecorated station was something he wished he never had to do. It was his love for Kelly that made him do what he hadn't done in more than ten years. "Robert!" He called the young man in his middle thirties and Robert turned to look at him. Jameson saw the shock that passed through Robert's rather flat features before he gave him a welcoming smile that was tinged with discomfort. Back when his daughter had gone missing, Robert had just joined the police force, and he had helped them a lot till his daughter was finally returned to them. Robert had gone to search every angle, every corner, doing even mor

7:00 amHunterIt had to be close to an hour since I woke up and for the life of me I couldn't bring myself to get up from the bed. Silently, I gazed at Veronica as she slept, looking peaceful and calm, and I wondered what I had done to deserve the miracle of her. Her presence in my life was the most beautiful and the most troubling thing in my life. With her, I slept peacefully, but I worried immensely everytime I was awake. Still, if I had to choose between not knowing Veronica and being alone, and knowing her and feeling anxious I would lose her, my choice would always be the latter.She shifted her head on the pillow, mumbling quietly as she did so. A shrill sound of a cellphone interrupted the serenity of the morning and I immediately located the ringing phone so I could stop the noise. I picked up Veronica's phone, planning to end the call and put it on vibration, when I saw the caller ID displayed mother, with two pink revolving hearts beside it.I