Beckoned Through The Dark

97 // Tiffany // Home Alone

I wasn't the greatest cop in the world, I was good at going undercover and catching small-time criminals, but I'd never had my big break.

For almost ten years now, I'd been chasing after ghosts.

I was tasked with finding the masterminds behind baby thefts in selected hospitals in the country, but every time I got closer to finding them, they slipped right through my fingers.

That was until I made a link between a few women, and they all led me to this place.

Nomalanga, Bridgette, and Elizabeth; for some time, I suspected them, and had no evidence, that was all before I met Ryan Daniels.

He sang like a canary after his wife, Abigail, told him everything.

I was still trying to understand how and why he moved from wanting justice to attempting to commit a murder.

I knew he was corrupt, he had a bad record, but that very same record gave me a lead on my case. He was even prepared to pay for all his mistakes just to protect his wife from the pending doom, but he'd led her straight to it.

My second witness was a young man named Zack, he was supposedly in prison for months for rape, but we found evidence in Sihle's truck that proved he was innocent, he was currently under protective custody.

The case became even more complicated when we realized that there were supernatural powers involved, that's where Bradley came in, because that was his specialty.

Now, what I needed to understand was how Vincent and his family were involved.

"Adelaide, I finally managed to get in through a guy named Vincent," I said on the phone.

Adelaide Martins was the very first person who gave me tips on this case, she called to inform me that the people I was looking for were in Green City.

"Vincent? Vincent is alive?" The relief in her voice spoke volumes.

"Well...yeah, I didn't know he was Nthabiseng's husband."

She cleared her throat. "Uhm, I'll be there in a few hours." She hung up before I could reply.

What did she want here? She had no business in this case.

I sighed and made another call. 'The number you have dialled is not available, please leave a message after the tone.'

"Damn it, Brad! I won't be coming back tonight, because I'm in. Call me when you get this."

I ended the call and threw the phone on the bed.

Well, I hope all goes well. I was taking a very high risk, but I needed to get as much information as I could ASAP.

I had to help Nthabiseng and that poor girl.

"What are you doing in my room?" Vincent asked.

This guy was going to be a problem, he had an attitude.

I shrugged. "Your niece brought me here?"

"Karabelo?" He yelled, and she came running into the room. "Why is she in my room?"

"Oh, this is mom's room, Uncle. I actually forgot that you guys are using it," She said with a tight smile. It was obvious that this girl was trouble. "Well, I can take her to my room, I don't mind." I nodded in agreement. "Uncle?"

"WHAT?" He barked, startling both the girl and me.

It was clear that there was tension between these two.

She fiddled with her fingers; her eyes cast to the ground. "I was wondering if we could go on a search for Lesego."

"Really? Why do you care?"

"Please, Nthabiseng, Jack, and Duncan already went."

I was about to tell them not to bother with Nthabiseng because she was on the way, but then I thought twice about it.

This was my only chance to look for clues.

"Who is Lesego?" I asked although I already had an idea.

"My twin sister," Karabelo said with a crackly voice.

It explained it all. The similarity between her and that girl was impeccable.

When I first got here and she approached us, I almost thought that she was the other girl, but she had longer hair and she also had a dark aura.

"Tiffany, did you hear anything uncle said?" Karabelo snapped me out of my thoughts.

I lifted my brows, waiting for her to tell me what I missed. "I SAID we are going out on a search; do you want to come?" Vincent asked. I fought the urge to scoff, why would I go on a search for the girl when I knew where she was. As if reading my thoughts, he said, "Clearly not, you are obviously tired." He left the room, and then Karabelo took my luggage to the opposite room.

I picked my phone and handbag and followed her.

"You can unpack your luggage, there's an empty closet over there."

She left me in the room. I heard the front door shut, and I began my search.