"We are not practically allowed to be together. If seen then shot dead you know." I told him after few seconds. He whispered into my ears.
" Then better still, At the Cordova. Western corner. At 10. " I glared at him and he started giggling. I draw back my hand on any fights today. AT LEAST!
" Fine. In the morning at linkedn street. At 6 to the Halloween park. Morning jog with the still collected data. Then noon 7 at the lime hotel. 7th seat. Ask the bartender " 7th seat." Don't create any fuss. Better still. "
" Consider it done. Should I drop you. "
" Walk me to my home."
We walk next to each other when an ice-cream shop comes in view. He remarks," You gotta open your mouth for what you crave for" He takes me to the counter. Before I make a choice he makes it, Dark Chocolate current. 'Mhmm yummy. Just the look is but how come he knows. ' I look at him and he winked at me," I know all what I need to know." Then a packet of groceries arrives as I thank the lady I tell him," Same here."
I check the groceries. They are a little heavy. Fine I can carry. Williams hand brushes against mine as he takes the packet from me. I hold his hand tight ," You gotta open your mouth for what you crave for." He intertwines our fingers and says," Better still this way."
The next day morning he is late. Actually I am always early and hate to wait. Just then a man passes next to me in the empty back alley.
"Information."
I quietly hand it over to him.
" So you are going to give it to anyone."
" Time Decided."
He gave me a 'You ' look and sighed .I gave him a cheeky smile and ,” Buh – Bye. "
“ Yet still. "
“ I don’t wanna be shot dead. "
“ Yeah, Yeah, whatever.”
At seven, the Lime hotel, at 7 he walks in, I signal the bartender with my eyes, he simply nods, I see William walking to the bartender .
The waiter takes him to the seat where he is supposed to be seated.
Our seats are opposite to each other and my back faces his back. Exactly as I planned. I drop my handkerchief and William picks it up. He keeps it on my table and says,” You have beautiful nails pretty lady." This idiot he just winked at me. Which hell on this earth has he lost his crap. It would be a shame to call it even a brain. We exchange the information. I get up and leave.
I feel I’m being followed, therefore I quicken my pace. Then as I chose a shortcut through a back alley someone grabs my arm turns me around. I groan from the pain but before that I already have been struck unconscious.
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Murder At 12
Mystery / ThrillerA story about a detective who has to find out the murderer and his intentions for the murder of a idol actress Miss Easton. Will she be able to find out the true murderer and save the next targeted victim? Continue to read in order to now
