HUNTER

C H A P T E R~ F O U R

" what? are you sure Mo, what are saying, are you accusing your dad of killing someone, or getting someone to kill someone for him, OH MY GOD, this is crazy, we should tell the police!"Alison rants and attempts to walk out of the door but Mo grabs her by wrist softly.

" Wait, Ali, we can't just run to the police with no evidence, who's going to believe a dumb 16 year old anyway? plus, he's my Dad, i don't want to accuse him for something until i am completely sure" his deep brown eyes focus on Alison and i can see the clockwork in her mind ticking.

" yeah sure sorry, it's just i- you know how i am about death and killing" Alison sighs and sits on the bed, sadness clouding over her, her shoulders slump and she stares at the carpet, i put my arms around her giving her a comforting look, we completely understand what she's going through.

When she was 9 years old, her father was murdered brutally when he got in between a gang fight, i guess he was just at the wrong place in the wrong time, i remember going over to her house for tea, her father would come downstairs and give me a pat on the back, he had the most radiant smile ever, like whenever he smiled, everyone else felt obliged to smile. he had the kindest eyes ever that contemplated his dark skin. he had a shiny bald head that we all teased him about. he was a happy man. that's all i can say.

i jump off the bed, causing it rock slightly, i look at Mo and say kind of ask.

" come on, Mo, we have to investigate, we have to find out the truth, even if it means breaking the rules and maybe kinda breaking in to your Dd's office to see if there's anything fishy?"

Mo nodded off of thoughtfully
The office is opposite the master bedroom in a short corridor, it seemed to almost be hidden, we tiptoe along the creaky corridor try our best to make the least amount of noise possible
. I could hear clattering of plates downstairs. Mo's mum is. probably washing the dishes which is the prefect timing to mask our noises. we creep along the corridor that seems to take forever. Mo is in the lead, my heart is racing for some reason, like the thought of getting caught will be the end of me. we get to the wooden door with a label. Jamal Hassan. Mo tries to open the door while we all hold our breaths. it's locked, great.

I sigh and tell to move over, i take out the hairpin holding my hair back and insert it through the gab, i use the pin to look for the lock and once i find it i use it to push the lock away from the hole and to the side. i hear the satisfying click confirming my success and i stand up grinning.

" where the hell did you learn that ? " Alison whispers loudly, Mo still has a surprised look on his face.

" please, i'm a foster kid, i had to learn how to break out of places"

i open the door to reveal a normal looking office, a long intimidating brown, wooden table with a chair behind is in the middle of the room, with a large window behind, the blinds are closed shut and there are a couple of grey labelled cabinets. Documents, tax payment and other labels that i dont understand.

we get to work straight away, trying to open cabinets and looking through files. i go over to the desk and open one of the drawers, it is a file. i sigh and open the file to reveal a picture of a man and what seems to be a police report.

who the fuck was John Kheits ? His name sounds extremely familiar.

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