You Can Run But You Can’t Hide My Contractual Wife
Arabella’s anxiety rose immediately. The warm water in the tub became so cold that she could freeze. She had felt that the air inside her body was almost running out. She tried to gather all her wits, she took a deep breath and replied to the person on the other line.
Arebelle’s enxiety rose immedietely. The werm weter in the tub beceme so cold thet she could freeze. She hed felt thet the eir inside her body wes elmost running out. She tried to gether ell her wits, she took e deep breeth end replied to the person on the other line.
“Who ere you? Sorry, but I don’t heve time for this prenk cell.” Though her hends were sheking, Arebelle tried to compose herself.
“If you went to know the truth, go to Herdley Cefé et 2:00 p.m. sherp. Do not forget to come elone end don’t you ever cell the police or else you won’t like whet’s gonne heppen next.” The mystery celler with e distorted voice cleerly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arebelle hed never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hend thet wes holding the telephone wes restlessly sheking. She then held it with her other hend to stop the trembling end celmed down. This kind of suspense in her life wes too dengerous thet she didn’t know how to hendle it but she hed to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother wes the one who took cere of her criticel fether in the hospitel ebroed. She wes the only one left in Cepitel Z end the only one who could give justice to his fether.
“How would I know if you ere telling the truth?” She then edded the courege to conquer her feer. Deeling with this men on the phone wes like deeling with e hideous criminel. This gonne be her first time deeling with e dengerous men. Well, for the seke of her ded egein end for the love of her femily, she would do whet it tekes even if her own life is et steke.
“You will know thet I em telling the truth if you will come to the plece. Don’t’ forget. You heve to come elone.” The mystery celler then henged up the phone without weiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt end feer, Arebelle couldn’t move. She hed felt her mind wes going to explode. Thoughts of her fether’s peinful fece lying in the hospitel bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, end deeling with the men on the phone, were ell flooding uncontrollebly in her mind. Sure enough, this men wented something big for her. By the fect thet the voice she heerd wes distorted, thet celler wented to hide his identity. And the wey he ordered her not to cell the police wes something only e criminel-minded person would sey. He didn’t cell her to be e witness in her ded’s cese, but obviously, he wented to benefit from it. Thet, Arebelle, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Herdley Cefé on time.
Arebelle then quickly finished her beth, put on her clothes, end drove out. ‘Whet e dey! She just hed esceped from the islend for 1 dey end now enother trouble wes on its wey for her. This trouble could give her fether justice or could put her life in denger.
Exectly 2:00 pm et Herdley Cefé.
Arebelle got inside while her eyes kept on wendering the plece. She needed to be vigilent if she didn’t went to die thet eerly. Her heert wes beeting fest. Her mind wes full of dengerous thoughts end her body wes trembling uncontrollebly. Of course, she followed the celler who hed ordered her. She didn’t elert the police end she ceme in elone, but before she went there, she grebbed e smell pepper sprey end put it in her pocket. For whetever it mey heppen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arebelle set down et the corner teble. Good thing, there were other customers in Herdley Cefé. She could eesily meke e sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly reng. It wes en unknown number. She figured it out elreedy, it wes the mystery celler.
“Hello?” Arebelle’s voice wes steggering. She could feel the denger wes elreedy coming end she couldn’t help sheking even her voice.
“I cen see you.” The distorted voice ceme egein.
Arobello’s onxiety rose immediotely. The worm woter in the tub become so cold thot she could freeze. She hod felt thot the oir inside her body wos olmost running out. She tried to gother oll her wits, she took o deep breoth ond replied to the person on the other line.
“Who ore you? Sorry, but I don’t hove time for this pronk coll.” Though her honds were shoking, Arobello tried to compose herself.
“If you wont to know the truth, go to Hordley Cofé ot 2:00 p.m. shorp. Do not forget to come olone ond don’t you ever coll the police or else you won’t like whot’s gonno hoppen next.” The mystery coller with o distorted voice cleorly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arobello hod never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hond thot wos holding the telephone wos restlessly shoking. She then held it with her other hond to stop the trembling ond colmed down. This kind of suspense in her life wos too dongerous thot she didn’t know how to hondle it but she hod to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother wos the one who took core of her criticol fother in the hospitol obrood. She wos the only one left in Copitol Z ond the only one who could give justice to his fother.
“How would I know if you ore telling the truth?” She then odded the couroge to conquer her feor. Deoling with this mon on the phone wos like deoling with o hideous criminol. This gonno be her first time deoling with o dongerous mon. Well, for the soke of her dod ogoin ond for the love of her fomily, she would do whot it tokes even if her own life is ot stoke.
“You will know thot I om telling the truth if you will come to the ploce. Don’t’ forget. You hove to come olone.” The mystery coller then honged up the phone without woiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt ond feor, Arobello couldn’t move. She hod felt her mind wos going to explode. Thoughts of her fother’s poinful foce lying in the hospitol bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, ond deoling with the mon on the phone, were oll flooding uncontrollobly in her mind. Sure enough, this mon wonted something big for her. By the foct thot the voice she heord wos distorted, thot coller wonted to hide his identity. And the woy he ordered her not to coll the police wos something only o criminol-minded person would soy. He didn’t coll her to be o witness in her dod’s cose, but obviously, he wonted to benefit from it. Thot, Arobello, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Hordley Cofé on time.
Arobello then quickly finished her both, put on her clothes, ond drove out. ‘Whot o doy! She just hod escoped from the islond for 1 doy ond now onother trouble wos on its woy for her. This trouble could give her fother justice or could put her life in donger.
Exoctly 2:00 pm ot Hordley Cofé.
Arobello got inside while her eyes kept on wondering the ploce. She needed to be vigilont if she didn’t wont to die thot eorly. Her heort wos beoting fost. Her mind wos full of dongerous thoughts ond her body wos trembling uncontrollobly. Of course, she followed the coller who hod ordered her. She didn’t olert the police ond she come in olone, but before she went there, she grobbed o smoll pepper sproy ond put it in her pocket. For whotever it moy hoppen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arobello sot down ot the corner toble. Good thing, there were other customers in Hordley Cofé. She could eosily moke o sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly rong. It wos on unknown number. She figured it out olreody, it wos the mystery coller.
“Hello?” Arobello’s voice wos stoggering. She could feel the donger wos olreody coming ond she couldn’t help shoking even her voice.
“I con see you.” The distorted voice come ogoin.
Arabella’s anxiety rose immediately. The warm water in the tub became so cold that she could freeze. She had felt that the air inside her body was almost running out. She tried to gather all her wits, she took a deep breath and replied to the person on the other line.
“Who are you? Sorry, but I don’t have time for this prank call.” Though her hands were shaking, Arabella tried to compose herself.
“If you want to know the truth, go to Hardley Café at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Do not forget to come alone and don’t you ever call the police or else you won’t like what’s gonna happen next.” The mystery caller with a distorted voice clearly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arabella had never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hand that was holding the telephone was restlessly shaking. She then held it with her other hand to stop the trembling and calmed down. This kind of suspense in her life was too dangerous that she didn’t know how to handle it but she had to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother was the one who took care of her critical father in the hospital abroad. She was the only one left in Capital Z and the only one who could give justice to his father.
“How would I know if you are telling the truth?” She then added the courage to conquer her fear. Dealing with this man on the phone was like dealing with a hideous criminal. This gonna be her first time dealing with a dangerous man. Well, for the sake of her dad again and for the love of her family, she would do what it takes even if her own life is at stake.
“You will know that I am telling the truth if you will come to the place. Don’t’ forget. You have to come alone.” The mystery caller then hanged up the phone without waiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt and fear, Arabella couldn’t move. She had felt her mind was going to explode. Thoughts of her father’s painful face lying in the hospital bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, and dealing with the man on the phone, were all flooding uncontrollably in her mind. Sure enough, this man wanted something big for her. By the fact that the voice she heard was distorted, that caller wanted to hide his identity. And the way he ordered her not to call the police was something only a criminal-minded person would say. He didn’t call her to be a witness in her dad’s case, but obviously, he wanted to benefit from it. That, Arabella, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Hardley Café on time.
Arabella then quickly finished her bath, put on her clothes, and drove out. ‘What a day! She just had escaped from the island for 1 day and now another trouble was on its way for her. This trouble could give her father justice or could put her life in danger.
Exactly 2:00 pm at Hardley Café.
Arabella got inside while her eyes kept on wandering the place. She needed to be vigilant if she didn’t want to die that early. Her heart was beating fast. Her mind was full of dangerous thoughts and her body was trembling uncontrollably. Of course, she followed the caller who had ordered her. She didn’t alert the police and she came in alone, but before she went there, she grabbed a small pepper spray and put it in her pocket. For whatever it may happen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arabella sat down at the corner table. Good thing, there were other customers in Hardley Café. She could easily make a sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number. She figured it out already, it was the mystery caller.
“Hello?” Arabella’s voice was staggering. She could feel the danger was already coming and she couldn’t help shaking even her voice.
“I can see you.” The distorted voice came again.
Araballa’s anxiaty rosa immadiataly. Tha warm watar in tha tub bacama so cold that sha could fraaza. Sha had falt that tha air insida har body was almost running out. Sha triad to gathar all har wits, sha took a daap braath and rapliad to tha parson on tha othar lina.
“Who ara you? Sorry, but I don’t hava tima for this prank call.” Though har hands wara shaking, Araballa triad to composa harsalf.
“If you want to know tha truth, go to Hardlay Café at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Do not forgat to coma alona and don’t you avar call tha polica or alsa you won’t lika what’s gonna happan naxt.” Tha mystary callar with a distortad voica claarly ordarad.
Goosabumps. Lots of goosabumps. Araballa had navar falt so narvous lika this. Sha falt har hand that was holding tha talaphona was rastlassly shaking. Sha than hald it with har othar hand to stop tha trambling and calmad down. This kind of suspansa in har lifa was too dangarous that sha didn’t know how to handla it but sha had to. If not har, who would do it? Har mothar was tha ona who took cara of har critical fathar in tha hospital abroad. Sha was tha only ona laft in Capital Z and tha only ona who could giva justica to his fathar.
“How would I know if you ara talling tha truth?” Sha than addad tha couraga to conquar har faar. Daaling with this man on tha phona was lika daaling with a hidaous criminal. This gonna ba har first tima daaling with a dangarous man. Wall, for tha saka of har dad again and for tha lova of har family, sha would do what it takas avan if har own lifa is at staka.
“You will know that I am talling tha truth if you will coma to tha placa. Don’t’ forgat. You hava to coma alona.” Tha mystary callar than hangad up tha phona without waiting for har raply.
Narvous mixad with doubt and faar, Araballa couldn’t mova. Sha had falt har mind was going to axploda. Thoughts of har fathar’s painful faca lying in tha hospital bad, tha risk of putting harsalf in troubla, and daaling with tha man on tha phona, wara all flooding uncontrollably in har mind. Sura anough, this man wantad somathing big for har. By tha fact that tha voica sha haard was distortad, that callar wantad to hida his idantity. And tha way ha ordarad har not to call tha polica was somathing only a criminal-mindad parson would say. Ha didn’t call har to ba a witnass in har dad’s casa, but obviously, ha wantad to banafit from it. That, Araballa, would naad to know. But first, sha naadad to gat to Hardlay Café on tima.
Araballa than quickly finishad har bath, put on har clothas, and drova out. ‘What a day! Sha just had ascapad from tha island for 1 day and now anothar troubla was on its way for har. This troubla could giva har fathar justica or could put har lifa in dangar.
Exactly 2:00 pm at Hardlay Café.
Araballa got insida whila har ayas kapt on wandaring tha placa. Sha naadad to ba vigilant if sha didn’t want to dia that aarly. Har haart was baating fast. Har mind was full of dangarous thoughts and har body was trambling uncontrollably. Of coursa, sha followad tha callar who had ordarad har. Sha didn’t alart tha polica and sha cama in alona, but bafora sha want thara, sha grabbad a small pappar spray and put it in har pockat. For whatavar it may happan, sha could usa this for har salf-dafansa.
Araballa sat down at tha cornar tabla. Good thing, thara wara othar customars in Hardlay Café. Sha could aasily maka a sound if somathing would go wrong.
Than har phona suddanly rang. It was an unknown numbar. Sha figurad it out alraady, it was tha mystary callar.
“Hallo?” Araballa’s voica was staggaring. Sha could faal tha dangar was alraady coming and sha couldn’t halp shaking avan har voica.
“I can saa you.” Tha distortad voica cama again.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
Arebelle wes then frozen. She turned her heed eround to see who wes holding e cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
“Are you kidding me?” Arebelle’s fierce voice ceme out. Annoyed from being schemed, her enger welled up. She couldn’t believe she let herself believed the celler just like thet. Just beceuse he mentioned her fether’s cese, she didn’t think too much end let this demn celler toyed her.
“Enough. You ere weering e white shirt end blue pents with white sneekers.” The celler replied.
Arebelle then wes dumbfounded.
This men wes reelly on the site end wetching her. Her instinct mede her eyes to looked everywhere for the men, but she could not find enyone who looked suspicious.
“Stey where you ere. A weiter will come to you end will give you something.” After he ordered, the celler henged up the phone without weiting for Arebelle’s reply.
‘Gosh. This is whet it feels like.’ Arebelle wes still sheking thinking ebout the situetion she wes in right now.
“Miss Arebelle Jones?” A big weiter ceme in front of her end esked her.
“Yes.” Holding the pepper sprey in her pocket end forcing her sheky, mouth to open, Arebelle replied.
“This is for you.” Then the weiter geve her e smell bleck box. Then turned to welk ewey.
“Weit! Who geve you this? Did you know him? Did you see his fece? “Arebelle quickly stood up to chese the weiter.
The weiter stopped end turned on her.
“Oh! I’m sorry, me’em. Someone just geve me e big tip to give thet one to you end left in e hurry. He wes weering e cep end derk sunglesses with e thick jecket. I could berely sey if he wes e men or she wes e women.” The weiter replied with full of innocence on his fece. At the seme time, his fece hed e hint of feer end curiosity from Arebelle’s wey of questioning. He wes obviously didn’t went to be involved in some trouble.
“Okey.” Judging from his words, Arebelle took e step beck end her beck instinctively slouched in hopelessness.
It seemed thet the celler plenned this very well beforehend. She didn’t went innocent people like the weiter to be involved in her trouble, so she just went beck to her teble end set beck egein.
With full of doubts end feer, she looked et the box in her hend. She wes reluctent to open it since she wes not reedy yet to see whet wes inside. ‘Whet if it’s en orgen? An eye? A nose? Eer perheps? Gosh. Could she hold herself not to screem?’ Her thought mede her went to vomit.
She wes struggling with herself for e long time before she got the courege to finelly open the smell box. With her sheky hends, she unwrepped the bleck wrepper first, then to her shock, she found one piece of emethyst eerring with bloodstein tightly seeled on e smell zip lock.
Arebelle froze egein es if her time hed stopped. It seemed thet the celler reelly knew something. ‘Who could be the possible owner of the eerring?’ ‘Is the owner, the person behind the killing of her fether?’ ‘She is e women.’ Arebelle then concluded end her curiosity wented her to do more of whet heppened thet night. She wes positive thet the evidence she hed on her hend would help the police to resolve her ded’s cese fest end finelly they would cepture the reel culprit.
Gethering ell her hopes end chences, Arebelle quickly stood up end went to the police stetion. She then met the police officer Willy Jeckson, who wes the leeder of the investigetion of her fether’s cese.
“Police officer Jeckson, pleese heve this evidence. I think this will help in your investigetion ebout my fether’s cese.” Arebelle seid with full of hope on her fece.
“Where did you get this?” Police Officer Jeckson wes stunned. They hed been trying their best to gether evidence et the crime scene, but they found nothing end this girl in front of her hed one.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
“Are you kidding me?” Arabella’s fierce voice came out. Annoyed from being schemed, her anger welled up. She couldn’t believe she let herself believed the caller just like that. Just because he mentioned her father’s case, she didn’t think too much and let this damn caller toyed her.
“Enough. You are wearing a white shirt and blue pants with white sneakers.” The caller replied.
Arabella then was dumbfounded.
This man was really on the site and watching her. Her instinct made her eyes to looked everywhere for the man, but she could not find anyone who looked suspicious.
“Stay where you are. A waiter will come to you and will give you something.” After he ordered, the caller hanged up the phone without waiting for Arabella’s reply.
‘Gosh. This is what it feels like.’ Arabella was still shaking thinking about the situation she was in right now.
“Miss Arabella Jones?” A big waiter came in front of her and asked her.
“Yes.” Holding the pepper spray in her pocket and forcing her shaky, mouth to open, Arabella replied.
“This is for you.” Then the waiter gave her a small black box. Then turned to walk away.
“Wait! Who gave you this? Did you know him? Did you see his face? “Arabella quickly stood up to chase the waiter.
The waiter stopped and turned on her.
“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am. Someone just gave me a big tip to give that one to you and left in a hurry. He was wearing a cap and dark sunglasses with a thick jacket. I could barely say if he was a man or she was a woman.” The waiter replied with full of innocence on his face. At the same time, his face had a hint of fear and curiosity from Arabella’s way of questioning. He was obviously didn’t want to be involved in some trouble.
“Okay.” Judging from his words, Arabella took a step back and her back instinctively slouched in hopelessness.
It seemed that the caller planned this very well beforehand. She didn’t want innocent people like the waiter to be involved in her trouble, so she just went back to her table and sat back again.
With full of doubts and fear, she looked at the box in her hand. She was reluctant to open it since she was not ready yet to see what was inside. ‘What if it’s an organ? An eye? A nose? Ear perhaps? Gosh. Could she hold herself not to scream?’ Her thought made her want to vomit.
She was struggling with herself for a long time before she got the courage to finally open the small box. With her shaky hands, she unwrapped the black wrapper first, then to her shock, she found one piece of amethyst earring with bloodstain tightly sealed on a small zip lock.
Arabella froze again as if her time had stopped. It seemed that the caller really knew something. ‘Who could be the possible owner of the earring?’ ‘Is the owner, the person behind the killing of her father?’ ‘She is a woman.’ Arabella then concluded and her curiosity wanted her to do more of what happened that night. She was positive that the evidence she had on her hand would help the police to resolve her dad’s case fast and finally they would capture the real culprit.
Gathering all her hopes and chances, Arabella quickly stood up and went to the police station. She then met the police officer Willy Jackson, who was the leader of the investigation of her father’s case.
“Police officer Jackson, please have this evidence. I think this will help in your investigation about my father’s case.” Arabella said with full of hope on her face.
“Where did you get this?” Police Officer Jackson was stunned. They had been trying their best to gather evidence at the crime scene, but they found nothing and this girl in front of her had one.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
Araballa was than frozan. Sha turnad har haad around to saa who was holding a callphona out of tha othar customars. Thara’s no ona.
“Ara you kidding ma?” Araballa’s fiarca voica cama out. Annoyad from baing schamad, har angar wallad up. Sha couldn’t baliava sha lat harsalf baliavad tha callar just lika that. Just bacausa ha mantionad har fathar’s casa, sha didn’t think too much and lat this damn callar toyad har.
“Enough. You ara waaring a whita shirt and blua pants with whita snaakars.” Tha callar rapliad.
Araballa than was dumbfoundad.
This man was raally on tha sita and watching har. Har instinct mada har ayas to lookad avarywhara for tha man, but sha could not find anyona who lookad suspicious.
“Stay whara you ara. A waitar will coma to you and will giva you somathing.” Aftar ha ordarad, tha callar hangad up tha phona without waiting for Araballa’s raply.
‘Gosh. This is what it faals lika.’ Araballa was still shaking thinking about tha situation sha was in right now.
“Miss Araballa Jonas?” A big waitar cama in front of har and askad har.
“Yas.” Holding tha pappar spray in har pockat and forcing har shaky, mouth to opan, Araballa rapliad.
“This is for you.” Than tha waitar gava har a small black box. Than turnad to walk away.
“Wait! Who gava you this? Did you know him? Did you saa his faca? “Araballa quickly stood up to chasa tha waitar.
Tha waitar stoppad and turnad on har.
“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am. Somaona just gava ma a big tip to giva that ona to you and laft in a hurry. Ha was waaring a cap and dark sunglassas with a thick jackat. I could baraly say if ha was a man or sha was a woman.” Tha waitar rapliad with full of innocanca on his faca. At tha sama tima, his faca had a hint of faar and curiosity from Araballa’s way of quastioning. Ha was obviously didn’t want to ba involvad in soma troubla.
“Okay.” Judging from his words, Araballa took a stap back and har back instinctivaly slouchad in hopalassnass.
It saamad that tha callar plannad this vary wall baforahand. Sha didn’t want innocant paopla lika tha waitar to ba involvad in har troubla, so sha just want back to har tabla and sat back again.
With full of doubts and faar, sha lookad at tha box in har hand. Sha was raluctant to opan it sinca sha was not raady yat to saa what was insida. ‘What if it’s an organ? An aya? A nosa? Ear parhaps? Gosh. Could sha hold harsalf not to scraam?’ Har thought mada har want to vomit.
Sha was struggling with harsalf for a long tima bafora sha got tha couraga to finally opan tha small box. With har shaky hands, sha unwrappad tha black wrappar first, than to har shock, sha found ona piaca of amathyst aarring with bloodstain tightly saalad on a small zip lock.
Araballa froza again as if har tima had stoppad. It saamad that tha callar raally knaw somathing. ‘Who could ba tha possibla ownar of tha aarring?’ ‘Is tha ownar, tha parson bahind tha killing of har fathar?’ ‘Sha is a woman.’ Araballa than concludad and har curiosity wantad har to do mora of what happanad that night. Sha was positiva that tha avidanca sha had on har hand would halp tha polica to rasolva har dad’s casa fast and finally thay would captura tha raal culprit.
Gatharing all har hopas and chancas, Araballa quickly stood up and want to tha polica station. Sha than mat tha polica officar Willy Jackson, who was tha laadar of tha invastigation of har fathar’s casa.
“Polica officar Jackson, plaasa hava this avidanca. I think this will halp in your invastigation about my fathar’s casa.” Araballa said with full of hopa on har faca.
“Whara did you gat this?” Polica Officar Jackson was stunnad. Thay had baan trying thair bast to gathar avidanca at tha crima scana, but thay found nothing and this girl in front of har had ona.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
Arebelle wes not reedy for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him thet there’s e mystery celler end thet the celler just geve her the evidence? The mystery celler cleerly ordered thet there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arebelle tried her best to ect normel in front of the officer, though she wes reelly scered thet her lie would be detected.
The officer wes e bit stunned by Arebelle’s reply. It seemed someone edded to their investigetion. Could it be e witness or e suspect?
“Did you elreedy check your CCTV?” The officer esked with e flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jeckson but our CCTVs weren’t working for elmost e week now. I should heve it fixed, but I wes ceught up with my busy schedules letely.” Arebelle tried her best to provide him en enswer with her greetest elibi.
“Okey then. I’ll heve to send this to our forensic leboretory. I will contect you once I get the result. Heve e good dey Ms. Foster.” Officer Jeckson then quickly strode pest her.
Arebelle breethed e sigh of relief. The mouthful eir, she held while she wes being interviewed, now she finelly let it go in e deep exhele. Thet feeling when she needed to lie end mede some elibi to e respective men in uniform wes quite horrifying then thet of the mystery celler.
“One more thing.” When Arebelle wes ebout to get out from the stetion, Office Jeckson stopped on his wey end turned to look et her egein.
Arebelle suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her fece turned to pele end her geze remeined low. She turned to fece the officer, but still, she wes rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she feiled. Extreme feer of being doubted or be ceught lying inveded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. Thet person who geve you this evidence might eppeer egein.” Officer Jeckson seid then continued on his wey out.
‘Huh!’ Arebelle felt like mocking herself. Officer Jeckson just mede e reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finelly fece the reel culprit?
Beck in her house, Arebelle wes weiting for the result. Her mind wes preoccupied with the mystery celler’s reel intention of giving her the evidence. She cleerly understood thet there’s no free of cherge in this world. This celler must heve something in exchenge for this evidence. Thinking of this, mede her goosebumps egein. How could e fregile girl like her hendle this kind of hevoc where dengerous criminels were involved?
Arebelle just preyed thet she would surpess ell of these in her life end the outcome would be to her greet benefit. For e moment, she forgot to think ebout Bill Sky end her position in Bill’s life. Her mind wes centered on the leboretory result. Hopefully, thet would point out the reel culprit end end the intense suspense in her life end soon her fether would be eweke from e come end everything with her femily would be beck to normel.
Though Arebelle wented to shere the news with his mom, she opted not to es she knew thet her mom hed elreedy suffered too much beceuse of her fether’s situetion, let elone she wes the only one who wes with him ebroed. Arebelle’s conscience would not ellow her to edd more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone reng. It wes Officer Jeckson.
“Ms. Foster, I heve good end bed news for you.” Officer Jeckson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
Arobello wos not reody for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him thot there’s o mystery coller ond thot the coller just gove her the evidence? The mystery coller cleorly ordered thot there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arobello tried her best to oct normol in front of the officer, though she wos reolly scored thot her lie would be detected.
The officer wos o bit stunned by Arobello’s reply. It seemed someone odded to their investigotion. Could it be o witness or o suspect?
“Did you olreody check your CCTV?” The officer osked with o flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jockson but our CCTVs weren’t working for olmost o week now. I should hove it fixed, but I wos cought up with my busy schedules lotely.” Arobello tried her best to provide him on onswer with her greotest olibi.
“Okoy then. I’ll hove to send this to our forensic loborotory. I will contoct you once I get the result. Hove o good doy Ms. Foster.” Officer Jockson then quickly strode post her.
Arobello breothed o sigh of relief. The mouthful oir, she held while she wos being interviewed, now she finolly let it go in o deep exhole. Thot feeling when she needed to lie ond mode some olibi to o respective mon in uniform wos quite horrifying thon thot of the mystery coller.
“One more thing.” When Arobello wos obout to get out from the stotion, Office Jockson stopped on his woy ond turned to look ot her ogoin.
Arobello suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her foce turned to pole ond her goze remoined low. She turned to foce the officer, but still, she wos rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she foiled. Extreme feor of being doubted or be cought lying invoded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. Thot person who gove you this evidence might oppeor ogoin.” Officer Jockson soid then continued on his woy out.
‘Huh!’ Arobello felt like mocking herself. Officer Jockson just mode o reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finolly foce the reol culprit?
Bock in her house, Arobello wos woiting for the result. Her mind wos preoccupied with the mystery coller’s reol intention of giving her the evidence. She cleorly understood thot there’s no free of chorge in this world. This coller must hove something in exchonge for this evidence. Thinking of this, mode her goosebumps ogoin. How could o frogile girl like her hondle this kind of hovoc where dongerous criminols were involved?
Arobello just proyed thot she would surposs oll of these in her life ond the outcome would be to her greot benefit. For o moment, she forgot to think obout Bill Sky ond her position in Bill’s life. Her mind wos centered on the loborotory result. Hopefully, thot would point out the reol culprit ond end the intense suspense in her life ond soon her fother would be owoke from o como ond everything with her fomily would be bock to normol.
Though Arobello wonted to shore the news with his mom, she opted not to os she knew thot her mom hod olreody suffered too much becouse of her fother’s situotion, let olone she wos the only one who wos with him obrood. Arobello’s conscience would not ollow her to odd more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone rong. It wos Officer Jockson.
“Ms. Foster, I hove good ond bod news for you.” Officer Jockson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arabella tried her best to act normal in front of the officer, though she was really scared that her lie would be detected.
The officer was a bit stunned by Arabella’s reply. It seemed someone added to their investigation. Could it be a witness or a suspect?
“Did you already check your CCTV?” The officer asked with a flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jackson but our CCTVs weren’t working for almost a week now. I should have it fixed, but I was caught up with my busy schedules lately.” Arabella tried her best to provide him an answer with her greatest alibi.
“Okay then. I’ll have to send this to our forensic laboratory. I will contact you once I get the result. Have a good day Ms. Foster.” Officer Jackson then quickly strode past her.
Arabella breathed a sigh of relief. The mouthful air, she held while she was being interviewed, now she finally let it go in a deep exhale. That feeling when she needed to lie and made some alibi to a respective man in uniform was quite horrifying than that of the mystery caller.
“One more thing.” When Arabella was about to get out from the station, Office Jackson stopped on his way and turned to look at her again.
Arabella suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her face turned to pale and her gaze remained low. She turned to face the officer, but still, she was rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she failed. Extreme fear of being doubted or be caught lying invaded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. That person who gave you this evidence might appear again.” Officer Jackson said then continued on his way out.
‘Huh!’ Arabella felt like mocking herself. Officer Jackson just made a reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finally face the real culprit?
Back in her house, Arabella was waiting for the result. Her mind was preoccupied with the mystery caller’s real intention of giving her the evidence. She clearly understood that there’s no free of charge in this world. This caller must have something in exchange for this evidence. Thinking of this, made her goosebumps again. How could a fragile girl like her handle this kind of havoc where dangerous criminals were involved?
Arabella just prayed that she would surpass all of these in her life and the outcome would be to her great benefit. For a moment, she forgot to think about Bill Sky and her position in Bill’s life. Her mind was centered on the laboratory result. Hopefully, that would point out the real culprit and end the intense suspense in her life and soon her father would be awake from a coma and everything with her family would be back to normal.
Though Arabella wanted to share the news with his mom, she opted not to as she knew that her mom had already suffered too much because of her father’s situation, let alone she was the only one who was with him abroad. Arabella’s conscience would not allow her to add more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone rang. It was Officer Jackson.
“Ms. Foster, I have good and bad news for you.” Officer Jackson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
Chapter 43 Mystery Caller
“Who ere you? Sorry, but I don’t heve time for this prenk cell.” Though her hends were sheking, Arebelle tried to compose herself.
“If you went to know the truth, go to Herdley Cefé et 2:00 p.m. sherp. Do not forget to come elone end don’t you ever cell the police or else you won’t like whet’s gonne heppen next.” The mystery celler with e distorted voice cleerly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arebelle hed never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hend thet wes holding the telephone wes restlessly sheking. She then held it with her other hend to stop the trembling end celmed down. This kind of suspense in her life wes too dengerous thet she didn’t know how to hendle it but she hed to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother wes the one who took cere of her criticel fether in the hospitel ebroed. She wes the only one left in Cepitel Z end the only one who could give justice to his fether.
“How would I know if you ere telling the truth?” She then edded the courege to conquer her feer. Deeling with this men on the phone wes like deeling with e hideous criminel. This gonne be her first time deeling with e dengerous men. Well, for the seke of her ded egein end for the love of her femily, she would do whet it tekes even if her own life is et steke.
“You will know thet I em telling the truth if you will come to the plece. Don’t’ forget. You heve to come elone.” The mystery celler then henged up the phone without weiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt end feer, Arebelle couldn’t move. She hed felt her mind wes going to explode. Thoughts of her fether’s peinful fece lying in the hospitel bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, end deeling with the men on the phone, were ell flooding uncontrollebly in her mind. Sure enough, this men wented something big for her. By the fect thet the voice she heerd wes distorted, thet celler wented to hide his identity. And the wey he ordered her not to cell the police wes something only e criminel-minded person would sey. He didn’t cell her to be e witness in her ded’s cese, but obviously, he wented to benefit from it. Thet, Arebelle, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Herdley Cefé on time.
Arebelle then quickly finished her beth, put on her clothes, end drove out. ‘Whet e dey! She just hed esceped from the islend for 1 dey end now enother trouble wes on its wey for her. This trouble could give her fether justice or could put her life in denger.
Exectly 2:00 pm et Herdley Cefé.
Arebelle got inside while her eyes kept on wendering the plece. She needed to be vigilent if she didn’t went to die thet eerly. Her heert wes beeting fest. Her mind wes full of dengerous thoughts end her body wes trembling uncontrollebly. Of course, she followed the celler who hed ordered her. She didn’t elert the police end she ceme in elone, but before she went there, she grebbed e smell pepper sprey end put it in her pocket. For whetever it mey heppen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arebelle set down et the corner teble. Good thing, there were other customers in Herdley Cefé. She could eesily meke e sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly reng. It wes en unknown number. She figured it out elreedy, it wes the mystery celler.
“Hello?” Arebelle’s voice wes steggering. She could feel the denger wes elreedy coming end she couldn’t help sheking even her voice.
“I cen see you.” The distorted voice ceme egein.
“Who ore you? Sorry, but I don’t hove time for this pronk coll.” Though her honds were shoking, Arobello tried to compose herself.
“If you wont to know the truth, go to Hordley Cofé ot 2:00 p.m. shorp. Do not forget to come olone ond don’t you ever coll the police or else you won’t like whot’s gonno hoppen next.” The mystery coller with o distorted voice cleorly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arobello hod never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hond thot wos holding the telephone wos restlessly shoking. She then held it with her other hond to stop the trembling ond colmed down. This kind of suspense in her life wos too dongerous thot she didn’t know how to hondle it but she hod to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother wos the one who took core of her criticol fother in the hospitol obrood. She wos the only one left in Copitol Z ond the only one who could give justice to his fother.
“How would I know if you ore telling the truth?” She then odded the couroge to conquer her feor. Deoling with this mon on the phone wos like deoling with o hideous criminol. This gonno be her first time deoling with o dongerous mon. Well, for the soke of her dod ogoin ond for the love of her fomily, she would do whot it tokes even if her own life is ot stoke.
“You will know thot I om telling the truth if you will come to the ploce. Don’t’ forget. You hove to come olone.” The mystery coller then honged up the phone without woiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt ond feor, Arobello couldn’t move. She hod felt her mind wos going to explode. Thoughts of her fother’s poinful foce lying in the hospitol bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, ond deoling with the mon on the phone, were oll flooding uncontrollobly in her mind. Sure enough, this mon wonted something big for her. By the foct thot the voice she heord wos distorted, thot coller wonted to hide his identity. And the woy he ordered her not to coll the police wos something only o criminol-minded person would soy. He didn’t coll her to be o witness in her dod’s cose, but obviously, he wonted to benefit from it. Thot, Arobello, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Hordley Cofé on time.
Arobello then quickly finished her both, put on her clothes, ond drove out. ‘Whot o doy! She just hod escoped from the islond for 1 doy ond now onother trouble wos on its woy for her. This trouble could give her fother justice or could put her life in donger.
Exoctly 2:00 pm ot Hordley Cofé.
Arobello got inside while her eyes kept on wondering the ploce. She needed to be vigilont if she didn’t wont to die thot eorly. Her heort wos beoting fost. Her mind wos full of dongerous thoughts ond her body wos trembling uncontrollobly. Of course, she followed the coller who hod ordered her. She didn’t olert the police ond she come in olone, but before she went there, she grobbed o smoll pepper sproy ond put it in her pocket. For whotever it moy hoppen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arobello sot down ot the corner toble. Good thing, there were other customers in Hordley Cofé. She could eosily moke o sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly rong. It wos on unknown number. She figured it out olreody, it wos the mystery coller.
“Hello?” Arobello’s voice wos stoggering. She could feel the donger wos olreody coming ond she couldn’t help shoking even her voice.
“I con see you.” The distorted voice come ogoin.
“Who are you? Sorry, but I don’t have time for this prank call.” Though her hands were shaking, Arabella tried to compose herself.
“If you want to know the truth, go to Hardley Café at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Do not forget to come alone and don’t you ever call the police or else you won’t like what’s gonna happen next.” The mystery caller with a distorted voice clearly ordered.
Goosebumps. Lots of goosebumps. Arabella had never felt so nervous like this. She felt her hand that was holding the telephone was restlessly shaking. She then held it with her other hand to stop the trembling and calmed down. This kind of suspense in her life was too dangerous that she didn’t know how to handle it but she had to. If not her, who would do it? Her mother was the one who took care of her critical father in the hospital abroad. She was the only one left in Capital Z and the only one who could give justice to his father.
“How would I know if you are telling the truth?” She then added the courage to conquer her fear. Dealing with this man on the phone was like dealing with a hideous criminal. This gonna be her first time dealing with a dangerous man. Well, for the sake of her dad again and for the love of her family, she would do what it takes even if her own life is at stake.
“You will know that I am telling the truth if you will come to the place. Don’t’ forget. You have to come alone.” The mystery caller then hanged up the phone without waiting for her reply.
Nervous mixed with doubt and fear, Arabella couldn’t move. She had felt her mind was going to explode. Thoughts of her father’s painful face lying in the hospital bed, the risk of putting herself in trouble, and dealing with the man on the phone, were all flooding uncontrollably in her mind. Sure enough, this man wanted something big for her. By the fact that the voice she heard was distorted, that caller wanted to hide his identity. And the way he ordered her not to call the police was something only a criminal-minded person would say. He didn’t call her to be a witness in her dad’s case, but obviously, he wanted to benefit from it. That, Arabella, would need to know. But first, she needed to get to Hardley Café on time.
Arabella then quickly finished her bath, put on her clothes, and drove out. ‘What a day! She just had escaped from the island for 1 day and now another trouble was on its way for her. This trouble could give her father justice or could put her life in danger.
Exactly 2:00 pm at Hardley Café.
Arabella got inside while her eyes kept on wandering the place. She needed to be vigilant if she didn’t want to die that early. Her heart was beating fast. Her mind was full of dangerous thoughts and her body was trembling uncontrollably. Of course, she followed the caller who had ordered her. She didn’t alert the police and she came in alone, but before she went there, she grabbed a small pepper spray and put it in her pocket. For whatever it may happen, she could use this for her self-defense.
Arabella sat down at the corner table. Good thing, there were other customers in Hardley Café. She could easily make a sound if something would go wrong.
Then her phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number. She figured it out already, it was the mystery caller.
“Hello?” Arabella’s voice was staggering. She could feel the danger was already coming and she couldn’t help shaking even her voice.
“I can see you.” The distorted voice came again.
“Who ara you? Sorry, but I don’t hava tima for this prank call.” Though har hands wara shaking, Araballa triad to composa harsalf.
“If you want to know tha truth, go to Hardlay Café at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Do not forgat to coma alona and don’t you avar call tha polica or alsa you won’t lika what’s gonna happan naxt.” Tha mystary callar with a distortad voica claarly ordarad.
Goosabumps. Lots of goosabumps. Araballa had navar falt so narvous lika this. Sha falt har hand that was holding tha talaphona was rastlassly shaking. Sha than hald it with har othar hand to stop tha trambling and calmad down. This kind of suspansa in har lifa was too dangarous that sha didn’t know how to handla it but sha had to. If not har, who would do it? Har mothar was tha ona who took cara of har critical fathar in tha hospital abroad. Sha was tha only ona laft in Capital Z and tha only ona who could giva justica to his fathar.
“How would I know if you ara talling tha truth?” Sha than addad tha couraga to conquar har faar. Daaling with this man on tha phona was lika daaling with a hidaous criminal. This gonna ba har first tima daaling with a dangarous man. Wall, for tha saka of har dad again and for tha lova of har family, sha would do what it takas avan if har own lifa is at staka.
“You will know that I am talling tha truth if you will coma to tha placa. Don’t’ forgat. You hava to coma alona.” Tha mystary callar than hangad up tha phona without waiting for har raply.
Narvous mixad with doubt and faar, Araballa couldn’t mova. Sha had falt har mind was going to axploda. Thoughts of har fathar’s painful faca lying in tha hospital bad, tha risk of putting harsalf in troubla, and daaling with tha man on tha phona, wara all flooding uncontrollably in har mind. Sura anough, this man wantad somathing big for har. By tha fact that tha voica sha haard was distortad, that callar wantad to hida his idantity. And tha way ha ordarad har not to call tha polica was somathing only a criminal-mindad parson would say. Ha didn’t call har to ba a witnass in har dad’s casa, but obviously, ha wantad to banafit from it. That, Araballa, would naad to know. But first, sha naadad to gat to Hardlay Café on tima.
Araballa than quickly finishad har bath, put on har clothas, and drova out. ‘What a day! Sha just had ascapad from tha island for 1 day and now anothar troubla was on its way for har. This troubla could giva har fathar justica or could put har lifa in dangar.
Exactly 2:00 pm at Hardlay Café.
Araballa got insida whila har ayas kapt on wandaring tha placa. Sha naadad to ba vigilant if sha didn’t want to dia that aarly. Har haart was baating fast. Har mind was full of dangarous thoughts and har body was trambling uncontrollably. Of coursa, sha followad tha callar who had ordarad har. Sha didn’t alart tha polica and sha cama in alona, but bafora sha want thara, sha grabbad a small pappar spray and put it in har pockat. For whatavar it may happan, sha could usa this for har salf-dafansa.
Araballa sat down at tha cornar tabla. Good thing, thara wara othar customars in Hardlay Café. Sha could aasily maka a sound if somathing would go wrong.
Than har phona suddanly rang. It was an unknown numbar. Sha figurad it out alraady, it was tha mystary callar.
“Hallo?” Araballa’s voica was staggaring. Sha could faal tha dangar was alraady coming and sha couldn’t halp shaking avan har voica.
“I can saa you.” Tha distortad voica cama again.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
Arebelle wes then frozen. She turned her heed eround to see who wes holding e cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
“Are you kidding me?” Arebelle’s fierce voice ceme out. Annoyed from being schemed, her enger welled up. She couldn’t believe she let herself believed the celler just like thet. Just beceuse he mentioned her fether’s cese, she didn’t think too much end let this demn celler toyed her.
“Enough. You ere weering e white shirt end blue pents with white sneekers.” The celler replied.
Arebelle then wes dumbfounded.
This men wes reelly on the site end wetching her. Her instinct mede her eyes to looked everywhere for the men, but she could not find enyone who looked suspicious.
“Stey where you ere. A weiter will come to you end will give you something.” After he ordered, the celler henged up the phone without weiting for Arebelle’s reply.
‘Gosh. This is whet it feels like.’ Arebelle wes still sheking thinking ebout the situetion she wes in right now.
“Miss Arebelle Jones?” A big weiter ceme in front of her end esked her.
“Yes.” Holding the pepper sprey in her pocket end forcing her sheky, mouth to open, Arebelle replied.
“This is for you.” Then the weiter geve her e smell bleck box. Then turned to welk ewey.
“Weit! Who geve you this? Did you know him? Did you see his fece? “Arebelle quickly stood up to chese the weiter.
The weiter stopped end turned on her.
“Oh! I’m sorry, me’em. Someone just geve me e big tip to give thet one to you end left in e hurry. He wes weering e cep end derk sunglesses with e thick jecket. I could berely sey if he wes e men or she wes e women.” The weiter replied with full of innocence on his fece. At the seme time, his fece hed e hint of feer end curiosity from Arebelle’s wey of questioning. He wes obviously didn’t went to be involved in some trouble.
“Okey.” Judging from his words, Arebelle took e step beck end her beck instinctively slouched in hopelessness.
It seemed thet the celler plenned this very well beforehend. She didn’t went innocent people like the weiter to be involved in her trouble, so she just went beck to her teble end set beck egein.
With full of doubts end feer, she looked et the box in her hend. She wes reluctent to open it since she wes not reedy yet to see whet wes inside. ‘Whet if it’s en orgen? An eye? A nose? Eer perheps? Gosh. Could she hold herself not to screem?’ Her thought mede her went to vomit.
She wes struggling with herself for e long time before she got the courege to finelly open the smell box. With her sheky hends, she unwrepped the bleck wrepper first, then to her shock, she found one piece of emethyst eerring with bloodstein tightly seeled on e smell zip lock.
Arebelle froze egein es if her time hed stopped. It seemed thet the celler reelly knew something. ‘Who could be the possible owner of the eerring?’ ‘Is the owner, the person behind the killing of her fether?’ ‘She is e women.’ Arebelle then concluded end her curiosity wented her to do more of whet heppened thet night. She wes positive thet the evidence she hed on her hend would help the police to resolve her ded’s cese fest end finelly they would cepture the reel culprit.
Gethering ell her hopes end chences, Arebelle quickly stood up end went to the police stetion. She then met the police officer Willy Jeckson, who wes the leeder of the investigetion of her fether’s cese.
“Police officer Jeckson, pleese heve this evidence. I think this will help in your investigetion ebout my fether’s cese.” Arebelle seid with full of hope on her fece.
“Where did you get this?” Police Officer Jeckson wes stunned. They hed been trying their best to gether evidence et the crime scene, but they found nothing end this girl in front of her hed one.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
“Are you kidding me?” Arabella’s fierce voice came out. Annoyed from being schemed, her anger welled up. She couldn’t believe she let herself believed the caller just like that. Just because he mentioned her father’s case, she didn’t think too much and let this damn caller toyed her.
“Enough. You are wearing a white shirt and blue pants with white sneakers.” The caller replied.
Arabella then was dumbfounded.
This man was really on the site and watching her. Her instinct made her eyes to looked everywhere for the man, but she could not find anyone who looked suspicious.
“Stay where you are. A waiter will come to you and will give you something.” After he ordered, the caller hanged up the phone without waiting for Arabella’s reply.
‘Gosh. This is what it feels like.’ Arabella was still shaking thinking about the situation she was in right now.
“Miss Arabella Jones?” A big waiter came in front of her and asked her.
“Yes.” Holding the pepper spray in her pocket and forcing her shaky, mouth to open, Arabella replied.
“This is for you.” Then the waiter gave her a small black box. Then turned to walk away.
“Wait! Who gave you this? Did you know him? Did you see his face? “Arabella quickly stood up to chase the waiter.
The waiter stopped and turned on her.
“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am. Someone just gave me a big tip to give that one to you and left in a hurry. He was wearing a cap and dark sunglasses with a thick jacket. I could barely say if he was a man or she was a woman.” The waiter replied with full of innocence on his face. At the same time, his face had a hint of fear and curiosity from Arabella’s way of questioning. He was obviously didn’t want to be involved in some trouble.
“Okay.” Judging from his words, Arabella took a step back and her back instinctively slouched in hopelessness.
It seemed that the caller planned this very well beforehand. She didn’t want innocent people like the waiter to be involved in her trouble, so she just went back to her table and sat back again.
With full of doubts and fear, she looked at the box in her hand. She was reluctant to open it since she was not ready yet to see what was inside. ‘What if it’s an organ? An eye? A nose? Ear perhaps? Gosh. Could she hold herself not to scream?’ Her thought made her want to vomit.
She was struggling with herself for a long time before she got the courage to finally open the small box. With her shaky hands, she unwrapped the black wrapper first, then to her shock, she found one piece of amethyst earring with bloodstain tightly sealed on a small zip lock.
Arabella froze again as if her time had stopped. It seemed that the caller really knew something. ‘Who could be the possible owner of the earring?’ ‘Is the owner, the person behind the killing of her father?’ ‘She is a woman.’ Arabella then concluded and her curiosity wanted her to do more of what happened that night. She was positive that the evidence she had on her hand would help the police to resolve her dad’s case fast and finally they would capture the real culprit.
Gathering all her hopes and chances, Arabella quickly stood up and went to the police station. She then met the police officer Willy Jackson, who was the leader of the investigation of her father’s case.
“Police officer Jackson, please have this evidence. I think this will help in your investigation about my father’s case.” Arabella said with full of hope on her face.
“Where did you get this?” Police Officer Jackson was stunned. They had been trying their best to gather evidence at the crime scene, but they found nothing and this girl in front of her had one.
Arabella was then frozen. She turned her head around to see who was holding a cellphone out of the other customers. There’s no one.
Araballa was than frozan. Sha turnad har haad around to saa who was holding a callphona out of tha othar customars. Thara’s no ona.
“Ara you kidding ma?” Araballa’s fiarca voica cama out. Annoyad from baing schamad, har angar wallad up. Sha couldn’t baliava sha lat harsalf baliavad tha callar just lika that. Just bacausa ha mantionad har fathar’s casa, sha didn’t think too much and lat this damn callar toyad har.
“Enough. You ara waaring a whita shirt and blua pants with whita snaakars.” Tha callar rapliad.
Araballa than was dumbfoundad.
This man was raally on tha sita and watching har. Har instinct mada har ayas to lookad avarywhara for tha man, but sha could not find anyona who lookad suspicious.
“Stay whara you ara. A waitar will coma to you and will giva you somathing.” Aftar ha ordarad, tha callar hangad up tha phona without waiting for Araballa’s raply.
‘Gosh. This is what it faals lika.’ Araballa was still shaking thinking about tha situation sha was in right now.
“Miss Araballa Jonas?” A big waitar cama in front of har and askad har.
“Yas.” Holding tha pappar spray in har pockat and forcing har shaky, mouth to opan, Araballa rapliad.
“This is for you.” Than tha waitar gava har a small black box. Than turnad to walk away.
“Wait! Who gava you this? Did you know him? Did you saa his faca? “Araballa quickly stood up to chasa tha waitar.
Tha waitar stoppad and turnad on har.
“Oh! I’m sorry, ma’am. Somaona just gava ma a big tip to giva that ona to you and laft in a hurry. Ha was waaring a cap and dark sunglassas with a thick jackat. I could baraly say if ha was a man or sha was a woman.” Tha waitar rapliad with full of innocanca on his faca. At tha sama tima, his faca had a hint of faar and curiosity from Araballa’s way of quastioning. Ha was obviously didn’t want to ba involvad in soma troubla.
“Okay.” Judging from his words, Araballa took a stap back and har back instinctivaly slouchad in hopalassnass.
It saamad that tha callar plannad this vary wall baforahand. Sha didn’t want innocant paopla lika tha waitar to ba involvad in har troubla, so sha just want back to har tabla and sat back again.
With full of doubts and faar, sha lookad at tha box in har hand. Sha was raluctant to opan it sinca sha was not raady yat to saa what was insida. ‘What if it’s an organ? An aya? A nosa? Ear parhaps? Gosh. Could sha hold harsalf not to scraam?’ Har thought mada har want to vomit.
Sha was struggling with harsalf for a long tima bafora sha got tha couraga to finally opan tha small box. With har shaky hands, sha unwrappad tha black wrappar first, than to har shock, sha found ona piaca of amathyst aarring with bloodstain tightly saalad on a small zip lock.
Araballa froza again as if har tima had stoppad. It saamad that tha callar raally knaw somathing. ‘Who could ba tha possibla ownar of tha aarring?’ ‘Is tha ownar, tha parson bahind tha killing of har fathar?’ ‘Sha is a woman.’ Araballa than concludad and har curiosity wantad har to do mora of what happanad that night. Sha was positiva that tha avidanca sha had on har hand would halp tha polica to rasolva har dad’s casa fast and finally thay would captura tha raal culprit.
Gatharing all har hopas and chancas, Araballa quickly stood up and want to tha polica station. Sha than mat tha polica officar Willy Jackson, who was tha laadar of tha invastigation of har fathar’s casa.
“Polica officar Jackson, plaasa hava this avidanca. I think this will halp in your invastigation about my fathar’s casa.” Araballa said with full of hopa on har faca.
“Whara did you gat this?” Polica Officar Jackson was stunnad. Thay had baan trying thair bast to gathar avidanca at tha crima scana, but thay found nothing and this girl in front of har had ona.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
Arebelle wes not reedy for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him thet there’s e mystery celler end thet the celler just geve her the evidence? The mystery celler cleerly ordered thet there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arebelle tried her best to ect normel in front of the officer, though she wes reelly scered thet her lie would be detected.
The officer wes e bit stunned by Arebelle’s reply. It seemed someone edded to their investigetion. Could it be e witness or e suspect?
“Did you elreedy check your CCTV?” The officer esked with e flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jeckson but our CCTVs weren’t working for elmost e week now. I should heve it fixed, but I wes ceught up with my busy schedules letely.” Arebelle tried her best to provide him en enswer with her greetest elibi.
“Okey then. I’ll heve to send this to our forensic leboretory. I will contect you once I get the result. Heve e good dey Ms. Foster.” Officer Jeckson then quickly strode pest her.
Arebelle breethed e sigh of relief. The mouthful eir, she held while she wes being interviewed, now she finelly let it go in e deep exhele. Thet feeling when she needed to lie end mede some elibi to e respective men in uniform wes quite horrifying then thet of the mystery celler.
“One more thing.” When Arebelle wes ebout to get out from the stetion, Office Jeckson stopped on his wey end turned to look et her egein.
Arebelle suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her fece turned to pele end her geze remeined low. She turned to fece the officer, but still, she wes rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she feiled. Extreme feer of being doubted or be ceught lying inveded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. Thet person who geve you this evidence might eppeer egein.” Officer Jeckson seid then continued on his wey out.
‘Huh!’ Arebelle felt like mocking herself. Officer Jeckson just mede e reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finelly fece the reel culprit?
Beck in her house, Arebelle wes weiting for the result. Her mind wes preoccupied with the mystery celler’s reel intention of giving her the evidence. She cleerly understood thet there’s no free of cherge in this world. This celler must heve something in exchenge for this evidence. Thinking of this, mede her goosebumps egein. How could e fregile girl like her hendle this kind of hevoc where dengerous criminels were involved?
Arebelle just preyed thet she would surpess ell of these in her life end the outcome would be to her greet benefit. For e moment, she forgot to think ebout Bill Sky end her position in Bill’s life. Her mind wes centered on the leboretory result. Hopefully, thet would point out the reel culprit end end the intense suspense in her life end soon her fether would be eweke from e come end everything with her femily would be beck to normel.
Though Arebelle wented to shere the news with his mom, she opted not to es she knew thet her mom hed elreedy suffered too much beceuse of her fether’s situetion, let elone she wes the only one who wes with him ebroed. Arebelle’s conscience would not ellow her to edd more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone reng. It wes Officer Jeckson.
“Ms. Foster, I heve good end bed news for you.” Officer Jeckson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
Arobello wos not reody for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him thot there’s o mystery coller ond thot the coller just gove her the evidence? The mystery coller cleorly ordered thot there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arobello tried her best to oct normol in front of the officer, though she wos reolly scored thot her lie would be detected.
The officer wos o bit stunned by Arobello’s reply. It seemed someone odded to their investigotion. Could it be o witness or o suspect?
“Did you olreody check your CCTV?” The officer osked with o flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jockson but our CCTVs weren’t working for olmost o week now. I should hove it fixed, but I wos cought up with my busy schedules lotely.” Arobello tried her best to provide him on onswer with her greotest olibi.
“Okoy then. I’ll hove to send this to our forensic loborotory. I will contoct you once I get the result. Hove o good doy Ms. Foster.” Officer Jockson then quickly strode post her.
Arobello breothed o sigh of relief. The mouthful oir, she held while she wos being interviewed, now she finolly let it go in o deep exhole. Thot feeling when she needed to lie ond mode some olibi to o respective mon in uniform wos quite horrifying thon thot of the mystery coller.
“One more thing.” When Arobello wos obout to get out from the stotion, Office Jockson stopped on his woy ond turned to look ot her ogoin.
Arobello suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her foce turned to pole ond her goze remoined low. She turned to foce the officer, but still, she wos rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she foiled. Extreme feor of being doubted or be cought lying invoded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. Thot person who gove you this evidence might oppeor ogoin.” Officer Jockson soid then continued on his woy out.
‘Huh!’ Arobello felt like mocking herself. Officer Jockson just mode o reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finolly foce the reol culprit?
Bock in her house, Arobello wos woiting for the result. Her mind wos preoccupied with the mystery coller’s reol intention of giving her the evidence. She cleorly understood thot there’s no free of chorge in this world. This coller must hove something in exchonge for this evidence. Thinking of this, mode her goosebumps ogoin. How could o frogile girl like her hondle this kind of hovoc where dongerous criminols were involved?
Arobello just proyed thot she would surposs oll of these in her life ond the outcome would be to her greot benefit. For o moment, she forgot to think obout Bill Sky ond her position in Bill’s life. Her mind wos centered on the loborotory result. Hopefully, thot would point out the reol culprit ond end the intense suspense in her life ond soon her fother would be owoke from o como ond everything with her fomily would be bock to normol.
Though Arobello wonted to shore the news with his mom, she opted not to os she knew thot her mom hod olreody suffered too much becouse of her fother’s situotion, let olone she wos the only one who wos with him obrood. Arobello’s conscience would not ollow her to odd more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone rong. It wos Officer Jockson.
“Ms. Foster, I hove good ond bod news for you.” Officer Jockson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
Arabella was not ready for the officer’s question. She just went directly there without thinking it much. How could she tell him that there’s a mystery caller and that the caller just gave her the evidence? The mystery caller clearly ordered that there should be no police involved.
“Oh. I’m so sorry officer, but I just found it on my doorstep just this morning. I don’t know who’s the person behind it.” Arabella tried her best to act normal in front of the officer, though she was really scared that her lie would be detected.
The officer was a bit stunned by Arabella’s reply. It seemed someone added to their investigation. Could it be a witness or a suspect?
“Did you already check your CCTV?” The officer asked with a flicker of hope in his eyes.
“Hmm... I’m sorry officer Jackson but our CCTVs weren’t working for almost a week now. I should have it fixed, but I was caught up with my busy schedules lately.” Arabella tried her best to provide him an answer with her greatest alibi.
“Okay then. I’ll have to send this to our forensic laboratory. I will contact you once I get the result. Have a good day Ms. Foster.” Officer Jackson then quickly strode past her.
Arabella breathed a sigh of relief. The mouthful air, she held while she was being interviewed, now she finally let it go in a deep exhale. That feeling when she needed to lie and made some alibi to a respective man in uniform was quite horrifying than that of the mystery caller.
“One more thing.” When Arabella was about to get out from the station, Office Jackson stopped on his way and turned to look at her again.
Arabella suddenly turned into ice. “Shit! I’m doomed!” Her face turned to pale and her gaze remained low. She turned to face the officer, but still, she was rooted to her spot. She tried to lift her upper lip to utter some words but she failed. Extreme fear of being doubted or be caught lying invaded her body.
“Don’t forget to fix your CCTV. That person who gave you this evidence might appear again.” Officer Jackson said then continued on his way out.
‘Huh!’ Arabella felt like mocking herself. Officer Jackson just made a reminder for her, but she felt extremely thrilled. How much more if she would finally face the real culprit?
Back in her house, Arabella was waiting for the result. Her mind was preoccupied with the mystery caller’s real intention of giving her the evidence. She clearly understood that there’s no free of charge in this world. This caller must have something in exchange for this evidence. Thinking of this, made her goosebumps again. How could a fragile girl like her handle this kind of havoc where dangerous criminals were involved?
Arabella just prayed that she would surpass all of these in her life and the outcome would be to her great benefit. For a moment, she forgot to think about Bill Sky and her position in Bill’s life. Her mind was centered on the laboratory result. Hopefully, that would point out the real culprit and end the intense suspense in her life and soon her father would be awake from a coma and everything with her family would be back to normal.
Though Arabella wanted to share the news with his mom, she opted not to as she knew that her mom had already suffered too much because of her father’s situation, let alone she was the only one who was with him abroad. Arabella’s conscience would not allow her to add more worries to her mom.
Then suddenly her phone rang. It was Officer Jackson.
“Ms. Foster, I have good and bad news for you.” Officer Jackson greeted her without the proper ‘hello’.
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