Bride On Revenge.

Who killed Austin.

Its been three days since my wedding, three days since Austin Foreman was killed,three days since I have been locked in doors.

I haven't been indoors because I have been mourning Austin.
Don't get me wrong-I am mourning him but I have been indoors because I need to know who killed Austin.
I hate the condolence from every one.
The Its gonna be okay is the worst condolence words.
Its never going to be okay. Austin isn't coming back.

Who would want Austin dead?
Who wouldn't want to see me get married?
These questions,if answered are the only thing that can get me to the killer but there seems to be no answer.

My dad hates Austin but that doesn't mean he would want him dead.
Austin and I attended the same college.
He is a well reserved person,the reason I had loved him.
Dad hates him because he wanted me to get married to Evan Grayson,a son of an elite,to enable him with his political career in the nearest future.
We quarreled about it but with time he joined me.
Mum was fine with him,he was educated and works in a popular firm.
My father can never be part of anything that would hurt me,he is the kind of man that is full of smile and would not because of his own interest makes anyone uncomfortable.
He deserves to be the president of this country,just as he dreams.

Isaac Hunter.
My boss at work.
When I mean work,I mean at the spy office.
Though I have two jobs,I work as a journalist in The truth magazine.
The job I got after school,since I read Mass communication.
I had to apply for that job as a cover up for my real job since I can't stay jobless at home and I can't be going to work without my family finding out what kind of a place I work in.
Back to Isaac Hunter..
My boss at the spy office.
He hates the idea of me getting married at twenty four.
"Can't you wait until twenty eight or thirty?"
He always asked.
His idea of me waiting more six or eight years is for me not too get emotionally engage or get pregnant when I ought to be in the field.
Am the only female in his team.
Even though Isaac wasn't happy with me saying yes to Austin's proposal,my love life is my business not his.

Those two are the only people who kicked against my marriage.
And they are way too far from been suspects.

I can't say for sure that I know Austin too well but I have read him to my own understanding.
He is simple and quiet in nature,doesn't get into a fight or even try to be a judge for any.
He avoids troubles with too much distance.
I didn't know we attended the same high school until he called my name after a class section in college.
We have been seeing each other in college before then,I recognized him because he was always sitting at the end of the row of the last seat.
Always quiet and to himself,he never even try to answer questions in class except he is pointed at and all the time he gets the right questions.

He lives with his mother in a small apartment. They aren't poor per say and are not rich but they are comfortable.
He is a duplicate of his mum,in appearance and character,I have never met his dad and he sure hates to talk about him.
Austin don't even keep friends,the only friend he has,Simon,is a colleague at work.

So how the hell can Austin offend anyone?
As my thoughts surfs around who could possibly be Austin's Killer,my phone ranged.
How I hated that sound, I want to be left alone.

I ignored.
The phone kept ringing until I was force to get out of my bed and picked it from the ground which I had thrown it to,two days ago.

Isaac Hunter.
The caller.

"How dare you ignore my calls"
He shouted into the phone.

"Sorry sir"I replied.
"Get your ass into these office",his voice became calm but it flowed with command.
"Sir,you...",I wanted to remind him that he had given me four days to mourn Austin but he interrupted,shouting at the top of his voice.
"If I tell you to get your ass here,do it without complain"
"Yes sir"I responded.

I hated the fact that I was going to leave my room but I have no option,I change from my night wear that I haven't removed since three days ago into a dark blue jean,black polo and grabbed a brown jacket out of my wardrobe.
Wait...did I even take my bath or brush my teeth since the last two days?
I ran downs stairs, mum was coming out of her room,a phone over her ear as she makes call.
She hanged up seeing me.
"Are you going out?"
A worried yet pitiful expression appeared on her face.
I nodded.
"You look all messy"
She came closer trying to arrange my scattered hair that obviously haven't been brushed since after my wedding.
"Even if you are mourning, you shouldn't be looking almost mad"
Her calm voice came up again.
"Mum,am okay...I don't care what I look like,who do I want to look pretty for?"
I saw the expression on her face moved from sad to highly depressed.
I force a smile,I hate to see her pretty face get messy from been unhappy.
I bent and kissed her by the cheek.
" I would be back soon"
I told her and walked out.
She stood there barefooted watching me.
My mum is five foot, five inches tall or rather short as she would always say.

I drove my Black Toyota Camry,to the office.
Looking at it from the outside its a two story building that looks abandoned, the house as it looks suffered from arson and wasn't maintained after then.
The ground floor was repainted and the living room was turned into a coffee shop.
I got into the coffee shop and walked past the coffee attendant who said nothing to me,into a room that was suited after the coffee room.
It looked just like a simple room where anyone would sleep in.
A small sized bed at the end of the room, a short cupboard close to it,a table with a lamp,a book and a pen on it.
I walked to the switch located at one end of the room.
I pushed it upward, the switch was built with a string which allow the switch to slide upward.
As it moved up,the room divided into two exposing another dimension that wasn't first seen.
I walked in boldly and the room shut back itself,looking like a simple room again at the other end.

At my end reveals a large office,literary empty,every one was busy with different jobs.
The office was designed with many tables and chair at different corner,one could tell the kind of person that owns each time.
The dirty ones had their tables scattered and managed.
Every table explain the personality of it owner.
I don't have a table,am a field agent.
I walked past the empty office into my boss office,as a team leader,he owns an office to himself.
I didn't knock,I barge in.

"Who the heck do you think you are?"
His scream almost deafened me.
This guy sitting in front of me,who I call sir,Is the same boy who hides behind my back in high school whenever he is scared of been bullied.
That doesn't give me right to disrespect him but I do that often-disrespect him.
"Since you met that Austin of a guy, you..."
My glare put his words to a stop,he seemed to have forgotten.
"Am sorry".He apologized,licking his red lips with sorry written all over his eyes.
I know what he want to say,since you met that Austin of a guy you stopped been professional.He says that often.

He dragged open his drawer from were he was seated and threw to me as I sat down,a brown large envelope.
It was for me,so I dragged it open,giving him the are you sending me to the field this early? Look.
He read my expression."Its possible links to who might have killed Austin"
I didn't wait for more words I poured out the content onto the table.