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She had been thinking of what to do and how to filter his true personality before the car halted. She peeked from the mirror at her son in the backseat who wasn't willingly to leave. Her friend got down from the car and walked to the left to unlock the car door. She helped him get down but his eyes didn't relinquish from his mum.

He looked at his mum with tears reaching his cheeks, "Momma, when will you come back? Please don't leave me."

Seeing his cute eyes almost made her cry. To be honest, she had no idea if she would truly make it but for the little boy's sake she is determined. She got down from the car after nodding to Myles. She carried him so that he was looking at her eyes. "Zeke, I would come to check on you everyday, you won't miss me too much, okay?" she said as she used her backhand to rub of his tears. After some while, she dropped him and waved.

Yetunde held his hands and both of them walked away, but didn't stop looking back still the car drove off.

They got to their house. Yetunde unlocked the door while carrying Ezekiel's belongings too. When they entered she dropped it beside the couch, on the floor.

The little boy didn't mind looking around, he just sat down on the coach with his weary eyes locked on his fingernails.

"April, May!" She called her children.

In a jiffy, both of them walked inside the sitting room.

"Meet, Ezekiel. My friend's son. He would be staying here for a while." She said as she flashed her smile.

She looked at Ezekiel, "Meet, April and May."

He looked up for the first time. He frowned at the girls. He wasn't able to recognise who was who. 

They both had same brown eye colour, same long curly brown hair, same skin tone and indistinguishable heights.

He looked back at her, "Please, can I use the washroom?" 

Yetunde smiled sadly. She told April to show him the way and told May to serve him an orange juice so he could feel at home.

They really do not know what the kid had in mind. 

***

"Myles, it would be better if my location wouldn't be far from his, but unfortunately we don't know where he lives." Chantria said, her eyes not leaving the road.

When she saw that he hadn't reply, she looked at him and was surprised to see him smiling. "Hello, there. Can you hear me at all?"

He turned his neck and glanced at her only for a few seconds before focusing back on the road. "I fixed all these yesterday. The killer isn't living alone. He lives with his men, there are like a group or something. Exactly, a mafia gang. But I have no idea, who he truly is."

"How would you know that? You mean you know where he lives?" Her jaw dropped as she glared at him.

"More of that, my colleagues and I had some work done yesterday. We checked the highways cameras. The camera revealed how he had stabbed the little girl. I think he has a mental disorder because the scene showed how he brutally captured the girl."

"That's not what I am talking about. I am inquiring on how you know his residence."

"We have been on this since last two months. He assassinated a manager at an oil company. And checking the records, he had been killing people of high profiles, just that this time, it was different. We sent a spy to track him, he got back to us but was killed. That was how we knew where they lived, not exactly where though."

She looked at him annoyed. "I didn't even know these, what else are you guys doing behind me?"

"It's our shift and our case. We had no reason to bother anyone since you were also handling some cases too."

She breathed deeply while twitching her lips. She didn't ask any questions anymore as she fixed her gaze on the road. Myles looked at her for a second then returned his gaze. "Are you annoyed with me?"

"I don't know." She confessed. 

"I'm sorry, Chantria."

"Ok, fine. So you mean, you guys have an idea on where they are living but you guys haven't done anything?"

"What could we have done? We can't accuse them of anything. They were just suspects."

"How are they suspect when the spy being sent to them confirmed it?"

"I didn't tell you our spy gave us few information that had no connection with the manager's murder? And that he was killed that same day? He was found on the top of a fence, like he committed suicide? "

"Wasn't there any injury, marks or spots ? No fingerprints?"

"I'm telling you. They really made it look like he killed himself, how  then can we accuse them? Besides, they are too dangerous. The man who killed the little girl is camouflaged, I hope you know?"

"Okay? So where are we now?" She asked as she noticed he drove to another street"

"An estate."

"Oh okay. So you have everything fixed right? Where I would be living, the job I would be doing and others..."

"Of course, we planned all these. We are ready. I guess a lady as a spy is much better, at least she wouldn't be easily suspected. Her beauty would waved them off guard too"

Chantria enlarged her eyes, "What?"

"Nothing." He chuckled.

She looked at a big house. Something told her that would be where they inhabit. She kept on looking. "Slow down..." She whispered to Myles as she saw a man walked out of the compound with a cigarette. He kept on walking. "Well, it's nothing. Drive on." Then the car went back to its normal speed. She almost cursed herself for telling him to drive on. She saw a gun in the man's trousers as he kept tossing. When he was done he threw the cigarette on the floor and mashed it with his shoes, then he walked inside feeling satisfied.

"OMG! I just saw one of his men." She said after they had passed some blocks.

"How sure are you that he is one of the men and that, that is their residence?"

"Can't you see? It's big and influential for God's sake!"

"We can't say. There might be somewhere else they reside. They might not really show it. Remember they have a really tight security."

"That doesn't mean, Myles. I saw a man with a gun. What would you think?"

"It doesn't mean. People buy guns for their own defense nowadays," he said.

After five minutes, he stopped the car.

He helped her with his luggage and both of them went inside. It was a self-contained apartment. She smiled at the design.

"Thank you." She hugged him.

He dropped the luggage and sat down on the couch. "I'm hungry, love."

This immediately stunned her. "Love?" She asked as she checked around for someone else.

"Yes." He said as he walked to her.

He was beginning to act crazy. She walked back and he proceeded, "Myles, are you okay?"

"I'm in my right senses." He said as he walked to her. 

He had liked her for good two years and he was ready to court her. But for some reasons, he delayed it. But he seemed almost restless now and he knew she liked him back.

Chantria kept on walking backwards still her back hit the wall with violence. She winced.

"Sorry, are you okay?" Myles asked her as he stopped walking to her.

"I mean, you...you aren't okay at all. Let me be..."

He didn't let her complete her words before he crashed his mouth unto hers, she was annoyed but at the same time surprised. 

The kiss got intensed, but she didn't kiss him back just then the image appeared before her. That moment when someone had raped her in the dark. She screamed and no one heard her. Instantly, she pushed him away, "Sorry...I will just...go to the kitchen."

With this, she rushed out from the room. 

"Gosh!!! Myles, you are so out of your senses!" He cursed. He slapped himself multiple times still his cheeks began to hurt.

She got to the room patting out loud. She switched on the tap and gulped in one full glass of water. She sighed. That incident still remain in her recollection. That moment when she escorted her friend to her house and was going back home. She noticed someone behind her and she increased her space. She had no idea when he got to her and pushed her to the ground. She had cursed and shouted, no one heard. It has been seven years but that incident remained as clear as possible.

It hunted her and it is still hunting her. She drank another and sighed. Myles isn't a bad man, she thought but she isn't ready for a romantic relationship.

When she was about preparing the dish, she heard a gun shot and she stiffened. Immediately, she removed her gun from her pocket and walked slowly to the sitting room. "Myles?" She called. But there was no response. She looked everywhere and when she saw no traces, her eyes caught the body lieing on the floor.

It was Myles. 

He was bleeding so much. 

"Oh goodness!" She cried as she saw that he had been shot below his chest. 

He was still breathing, "Chantria..." He called.

"Who did this?" She asked as she took her phone from her purse and dialled '911'.

He murmured something like, "The bad guys..."

"The bad what?" She questioned crying.

When he was about to reply, he closed his eyes slowly. 

Chantria looked at him. She checked his pulse, but there was nothing pumping.

She inspected his heartbeat but it stopped already.

She screamed. That was when she saw a gun beside him. He must have wanted to defend himself before he got killed. She thought. Then she saw something familiar. 

"The yellow card?"

"The serial killer?"

She muttered.

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