Chapter 313: Chapter 313

Chapter 313

~Brian meets with Fred~

At twilight Ken knocked on the door of Mrs. Fanny but got no reply. He knocked harder and impatiently heaved on the door only to see Mrs. Fanny hanging from a noose at the ceiling, with her tongue stuck out and her feet dangling off the floor. She had committed suicide with a written note on the floor:

You have been a nice husband

I have been the bitch. Go back to your ex-wife Jacy,

while I go back to the grave where I belong

-your estranged bitch…

Mrs. Fanny

Ken read the written note repeatedly and when he swirled around, Blueeyes was standing at the door, staring at the remains of Mrs. Fanny as it hung from the ceiling, dangling in the air.

“We got to call 911,” said Blueeyes folding his arms and shaking his head in pity.

Ken shook his head, grinned hugely smacked his lips and breathed hard, “Yeah you are right son. We must not touch any part of her corpse until the arrival of the cops.” Ken said and started dialing 911. “We got a case of suicide at flat 201, Beverly Hills, thanks,” Ken said and hung up. He glared at Blueeyes “They are on their way,” he added.

Although he had lost feelings for Mrs. Fanny yet he could fight back his emotion. Tears welled up his eyes as he beheld her remains dangling around.

In a short while, with their eyes staring at her corpse and Mr. Fanny staring at her corpse folded his arms pitiably as siren blared from a distance…

***

Brian had received countless threatening calls from Fred , Ella’s husband and he would want to meet with him and iron out their difference. With the video and voice record of Ella and the police detective on his phone, he was on a better stand to convince Fred about the master mind of all that happened to him. But he was going to play safe;

Before going down to Fred , he hired three private body guards that would mount at strategic points outside the arena, should Fred come at his life; they would spring to action. He only suspected Fred was up to no good. This was a man whose head he smashed so badly that he convulsed and breathed his last like a duck. This same man could hire hostile dare-devil thugs that could do double of what he did to him just to revenge.

He would go in a bullet proof Austin Martin sports car that would shield him should they be any shoot out. He had never been so scared in his entire life; and he was yet to believe that Fred was still alive.

“Hi guys,” Brian said to the three hefty, hostile looking , heavily-tatted men, he hired, “We are not going for war. You would remain in my car while I go inside to meet him. He is not an enemy. He is my cousin, I only hired you should the enemy in him surface then you would spring to action. And when you act, don’t kill him. You can kill his boys. You can only tame him. I repeat don’t kill him. But for now we are cool.” He shook hands with them and gave them some wads of dollars, “This is your pay. Once we are back you will get the balance.”

They hopped into the Austin Martin car and cruised to the same lake they dumped Fred’s corpse some months ago when they thought he was dead. Brian wondered what Fred was trying to prove by choosing to meet with him at the lake.

Could he be planning to retaliate and dump my corpse into the lake?

Could he be with the police to arrest me after our dialogue? Oh lord I pray I survive this sting.

He thought as they drove on. In a short while they arrived at the outskirt of the lake. It was noon so the rays from the sun had gathered so much that any careful observer could see the ongoing in there, even the people standing and walking past. But this time the lake was void of no one, as usual. All he could hear was the chirping of birds and the whistling sound of the whirl wind that hovered around from the wave that surged from the lake.

Brian breathed hard as he and the boys stared into the farthest part of the lake to see nothing not a single soul.

“I don’t think anybody is there,” one of the boys said.

“Very risky to go there alone. Dare it at your peril,” another of the boys said through a groaning tune.

“And what about if we join you. It is paramount death point out there and anybody that demands you see him there is out to skin you alive and dumb your corpse into the lake.”

Angry, Brian opened the door and about to step out one of the boys handed him a gun and he snapped at it, “I am going to talk with him not fight with him.”

Gently he made into the lake, the ghostly lake that sucked on his soul. His heart pounded especially when the bat flew across his head and the birds chirped naggingly on the trees. Danger hung cross him.

“Over here!” the strange voice commanded.

Brian flinched, his eyes darted around to trail the voice. If that was the voice of Fred then he was in for trouble because it sounded like the clap of thunder.

“Your hands on your head!” the voice sounded again

Brian obeyed hastily and halted his movement.

“On your knees!” the voice came forcefully now as it surged closer.

Brian suddenly forgot he came with men, who would back him up should there be any fight.

Speedily, five power bikes rode to his side and surrounded him, and Brian had shut his eyes already avoiding to see the crowed he came with.

“Brian Coleman. It is time to die,” Fred said, climbed down from his bike and advanced to him.

Brian was in for it…