Beckoned Through The Dark

98 // Abigail // Evidence

"We are here!" I announced to Cecilia and Sello as Clay parked outside Lesego's house. "Home sweet home." I smiled.

I could feel Cecilia tensing up at the back.

"Is this where they all live now?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Listen, Ann managed to put a tracker on Vincent's phone, they are still far. So, I'm gonna need your help – we are going to raid the house and search for evidence to use against Betty," Clay said. "BUT...you two won't be staying here, so feel free. You are coming with me."

I could see that Cecilia was now at ease.

We all got off and went into the house and found that it was already a mess. "Well, it looks like someone beat us to it," Sello muttered.

Just then Tiffany dragged a luggage down the stairs. "Oh, hey, lads! It looks like I won't need your help anymore. I got everything right in this bag," she said.

"That's your luggage," Clay stated.

How did he know that?

"Yeah, I packed my stuff in here. And guess what?" She asked cheerfully. "I got everything, I also got a footage from Karabelo's things – I actually managed to find all the cameras and deactivated them. Plus, there's a safe in their guestroom. I got all of the things out including Betty's diary," She blubbered, avoiding eye contact with Sello.

Both Clay and I smirked knowingly, and she knew that we were aware of what she was doing.

She was nervous and excited, because she had finally broken her big case.

"Wait...Cameras? They installed cameras in this house?" I asked, and she nodded. "Reactivate them, I get the feeling that this is far from over."

"We had better get out of here, they are on their way back." Clay just liked interrupting us when we speak.

But either way, I didn't want Vincent to see his mother, so we walked Cecilia, Sello, and Clay to the car.

"It will all be okay, Cecilia. It will all be over soon," I assured her.

They got into the car and drove off.

I turned to Tiffany and sighed tiredly. "You look exhausted," she said. I nodded wordlessly. "We will have to make up an excuse tomorrow so that we can go and analyse the evidence I found. Emphasis on I."

I laughed at her. Who else was supposed to find that? It was her job.

Something caught my attention, and I shook my head.

"What are you wearing, Tiffany?" I asked.

"Let's just go in and think of how we are going to describe that mess, yeah?" She ignored my question and walked back into the house.

I groaned loudly, when would all this be over?

Apparently, not close enough, because an hour later, Vincent returned, and I had to explain what was happening to him.

Trust Tiffany to throw me under the bus right after I told her that I feared Vincent.

"What do you mean there was a break-in?" Vincent asked while holding Nthabiseng's hand.

"I don't know, ask Tiffany," I said hastily.

She glared at me. "I- I don't know what happened..." She shook her head like a child.

"Oh, honey, I found her on the floor unconscious. Poor thing, I need to take her to the doctor tomorrow," Nthabiseng said while rubbing his chest.

Tiffany gave me a confused look. Dummy, she is trying to save you!

Nthabiseng arrived before Vincent did, and we filled her in on what had happened.

Shortly afterwards, Karabelo arrived, and I have to say, the fear in her eyes when she saw me filled me with so much joy.

A few seconds later, Tiffany's mouth formed into an 'O'.

Like the crazy person she was, she completely lost it and was back in role-play. "Yes, I can't believe this happened to me, may God bless your family." She kissed her necklace. I didn't even know she had that! "Oh, Nthabiseng, we will have to leave in the morning, early in the morning for my check-up," She said dramatically, and then went upstairs.

Both Vincent and Karabelo looked at her confused.

Karabelo hadn't breathed a single word since Vincent told her to shut up. She followed Tiffany upstairs, I only hoped that she did not upset her, because Tiffany had a loose screw up there.

"I was so worried about you," Vincent finally said to Nthabiseng.

He pulled her into a hug and placed a tender kiss on her head. "Not as worried as I was about you, I thought you were dead," she admitted.

"I know and I'm sorry you had to go through all that," He said and led her upstairs. "Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

I sighed in predicament. "Tell me about it."