Audacity

Audacity - Chapter 3

Authors Note:

Okay, a lot of you have been complaining that my chapters are really short. So I tried my best and made this one long! I can't wait till I finish this book. All these random characters are going to be connected so do your best in remembering their names!

P.S: I am looking for an editor! Message me!

NOW BACK TO THE STORY

As a good citizen, so to speak, I pulled to the curb and waited for a police officer to approach me but no one came instead I saw them racing towards the exit.

I still stood there in shock because I was confused! I thought they were going to fine me! I was a moving traffic violation! Maybe something more important came up.

My conscience told me to leave that alone and move along because I was already late but the reporter inside of me wanted to know what was happening! Savannah wouldn't mind me being late for work if I told her I was digging up information.

So I quickly pulled my vehicle out of the side and on to the road. I didn't even go five feet further and once again I heard a bunch of siren behind me. They are probably backup, I though to myself and continued forward.

I followed the police cars for a few miles and my ride finally halted near a magnanimous villa. I looked magnificent! The people living here must be really rich, I presumed. I think I have looked at this place before; I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But I have indeed been here; it looks like it has changed a lot from when I last saw it. When had I been here though? It was all unclear to me.

The police surrounded the house with yellow caution tape. Crowd gathered around the caution tape. Most of them looked sad and I saw a few women gossiping so I slowly made my way to them. I didn't say anything to them, but I got close enough to them so I could hear them.

"I never expected something like this to happen in our neighborhood", Said the first woman.

She was wearing an elegant black designer dress with beautiful pearls stuck to her neck.

"Hmm, yes, Martha. Do you think someone wanted to take revenge?" inquired the second women in a strong English accent.

She second woman was also draped in equally expensive clothes. She did appear sympathetic and saddened but something told me she was more interested gossip that she could tell her peers at the next tea party.

"They always did say politics were dangerous, I suppose." replied Martha.

A smile slowly made its way on to my face. Politics! This was related to politics and I was going to get information first. I know this doesn't make me sound very human but that's just how journalist's minds work. It's not like journalists take pleasure out of anyone's death, but they want to write about it first. The way they see it, what already happened cannot be fixed but you can always let other people know about it. It's a competitive world out there and if you mix work with emotion then there is no way that you be successful in this world.

I decided to intercept into those women's conversation, I just couldn't help myself.

"So, Do you guys know what happened here?" I intervened.

"Who are you? You don't look like your from the neighborhood" She said.

"Um, no. I am not from around here. I live a few blocks away. I couldn't help notice all the police cars so I followed them here" I honestly replied.

"Well well well, aren't we being a little nosey" said the woman with the English accent.

"I am a journalist and I work for Mella" I replied as I flashed my ID towards them.