By Friday, I thought things had calmed down, and I could finally have some head space to think about anything except a pile of fake bones but we can’t always get what we wish for right?“So, you’re telling me that two people have visited Davis recently?” I asked, trying to understand the concept of what was happening and who could be trying to scare me. I kept pacing behind my office rotating chair as my free left hand massaged my temple.“Yes. A certain Miss Jordan Roberts and Mr. Roger Phillips, however, these two people do not have any record in the system and especially the Roberts woman. She has worked job to job as a different person each time until she finally disappeared,” Detective Wallice said and rested his back on the chair he sat on opposite the mahogany table.“Well, what does she look like?” I asked because I assumed they would have checked the security footage to get a good look at her.“Well, according to the security footage, she has icy blonde hair and bright blue e

I always thought I would be spending my new year fawning over the fact that I got engaged to a white man, and planning the wedding but instead here I was, seated on Ethan’s bed with hot coffee in my hand the day after I got scared out of my wits just waiting for either the boogeyman to strike or for the authorities to catch whoever was behind this. I had gone into shock when I saw the gift box containing a dead cat, so much so that I didn’t even know when Ethan came rushing into my office and carrying into his car before driving us home. I couldn’t speak but according to Ethan, I slept off as soon as he dropped off Funke over at Joel’s apartment. When I woke up this morning, which was around 12pm, I was disoriented and didn’t want to get up, which was why I was still seated on his bed, with a pillow headrest and a giant comforter snuggling my petite form. I sipped the hot coffee that Ethan had brewed and turned my gaze to the side to see Ethan staring at me with worry. I didn’t blam

Ethan was a man of little words when it came to romance, but that was because he always preferred taking action instead and I loved him for it and even though it may be expensive, it was free food for me and bills on him, so who was I to complain?He drove for thirty minutes or so, and parked at a particularly familiar diner. Wong’s diner has been our escape shack when we were both stressed from everything but we hadn’t been here in a while and so with a smile on my face, I stepped out.“Why Wong’s?” I asked curiously.“Well, to get on for the day, we need to fill you up first,” he said and winked before grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. We took our regular table and I smiled as I recalled our experiences in this place.“Remember how I got you roped into my life here?” he asked, flashing his pearly white teeth. A waiter came for our orders before I could reply. We ordered our usual and the waiter left.“Of-course, I remember, it wasn’t particularly convincing,” I said but he smi

I stared hard at the pale woman before me and I was sure my face resembled that of a frozen stone because of how frequently she was biting her lips in worry.I was also confused. Why would she be worried? If she was behind everything that has happened, then shouldn’t her expression be hard as well, so as not to give anything away?“Have anything to say? And don’t even think about bolting, you wouldn’t want to mess with the NYPD,” Ethan said after a few minutes of silence.“I can’t say anything. No, I shouldn’t say anything,” she mumbled quietly, but we could still hear her. Her tone sounded really stressed and I was starting to worry.“Why can’t you say anything? Are you the one behind all the threatening gifts?” my tone was hard, but enough to make her gaze snap at mine, and she shook her head furiously, making me arch a brow in confusion.What the heck is going on?“This is evidence that you are either the culprit or an accomplice and you can very well go to jail, so I suggest you s

“Are you ready?” Funke asked me, as she sat down on the other side of my office table. I sighed, ran a hand through my un-made hair and plopped on my office chair. I stared at Funke who was discharged from the hospital two days ago, and was even more determined to do this. “I think so. I would be so relieved when all this is over,” I replied and packed my bags before pressing the intercom. “Brook, can you please come in for a minute?” I said it through the intercom and cut it off when I heard her reply. I stared at Funke for a bit and she was already looking at me with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat as Brooklyn walked in. “Yes, ma’am?” Brooklyn said in her firm voice that I had gotten so used to it. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and flower-patterned shirt. Her hair was combed down like usual. “I was thinking, my wedding is in almost two months and I haven’t had a break in forever. So, Funke and I wanted to go out for a nice relaxing day and since you h