TWISTED TIES

TWISTED TIES SEQUEL UPDATE.

Dear Readers,

Case 1 of the Twisted Ties has been completed. But, Rest assured Case 2 will soon be published as well. The Author is currently working on it. My sincerest Apologies for making you all wait, will soon update you with sequel updates. 

Here is an excerpt of Case 2, hope it is promising.

CASE 2

CHAPTER 1: AN ENCOUNTER

They say that every person you meet in your life knows something about you that you do not know. At first I wasn't convinced that this statement was correct, but it seems now to me that it is at some point true. But in my opinion, not this statement but, a different statement: some particular people we meet in life know something about us that we do not know, is more suitable in my condition. For I met millions of people in my life but neither of them told me anything new about me, in fact they didn't even till me anything old about me, but one person made me question a lot of things, especially somethings I believed were true. His name was, Matt Jones.

It had been nearly three months since I last saw Matt. Life had become the same, with no suspense in it. There were cases, there were crimes but none of them bought the one thing I wanted eagerly deep inside and no matter how much I tried to ignore the fact that I wanted a case that would lead me to him, I was still dragged back to the feeling as if something was missing, someone was missing. I tried to put my mind in my work instead of him, but I was dragged back to the questions he left me with. I could find no clue, not even a slightest lead, to answer my questions, to satisfy my curiosity. I had spent nearly a week with him and still I had no idea who he was or where he came from. When we departed, he accidently said out loud that he was an agent, but agents don't go around solving murder cases, there must be something much more then just this.

Every time I tried to satisfy my self by saying that he was just someone who came in my life to help me solve that particular case, the last words of Ralph Kenny came back to my mind, every time, I could hear his dying voice, groaning in pain and speaking with agony, secrets which he himself had no idea about. He had said to Matt that he would never find the person he was looking for, that meant that this whole mess of the first case I solved with him was a way bigger plot then just a snake thievery and the death of five people connected through blindness or eye problems. That case was just like an iceberg, small and seemingly less dangerous from the upper side, large, dangerous and thicker from beneath. The murder was the top part of the iceberg, the part which Matt was solving must have been the part of the iceberg that was inside the water.

I had no contact with Matt either, the number through which he had messaged me was no longer in my phone. He was mysteriously dangerous and very quick, he must have somehow deleted the number. I also had no idea if the snake was captured or not. Every night, as I lay in my bed, my mind always drifted to Matt, Who was he? Where was he now? Who was he looking for? why didn't he tell about himself to anyone?

That was my routine after he left. In these three months, I made no new discovery about Matt and I was starting to give up the hope of seeing him again someday. That was when another statement proved itself true: we have plans for ourselves but life has other plans for us. The night I decided to forget about Matt and his private life, was the night when somewhere, far away, most probably in another country, Matt decided to see me at last, once more.