“Turn to the news.” She heard Bob say as she answered the phone.
Turning the channel from Nat Geo world which is her favorite station to Channels TV with Lizzy firing her shots from where she laid on the sofa.
As Channels TV came on, the first headline that greeted them was the picture of a young man murdered. Lizzy sprang from where she laid and walked towards the TV to get a clearer view while Claire relaxed back stunned and shocked.
“It can’t be… no it can’t” Lizzy said looking confused, tears gathering in her eyes. She stood in front of the television hands on her head as tears dripped down her eyes while Claire cried from the couch.
They couldn’t believe it. Someone they just met few hours ago. For some reason Lizzy failed to believe the news. Rushing back to her previous position, she took her phone and started dialing a number. After some minutes of trying unsuccessfully to get through to the number, she let the phone slip from her hand and dropped to the floor crying.
Claire would have gone to console her friend but, was she any better. She wasn’t sobbing out loud but was shedding a great deal of tears. For once she wished that they’d let the young man be and contacted the SCD. She regretted not listening to her uncle.
The alarm from the door shook them both out of their mood. Lizzy had stopped crying out loud but was still in her position on the floor sobbing while Claire was with her own thoughts seated on the couch. The alarm sounded again as they looked at each other; fear and uncertainty written over their faces. As they were still contemplating silently to answer the door or not, Claire’s phone started ringing.
Pulling it out from the couch crack she checked for the caller before tapping on the receiver option.
“Ok, coming.” She said standing up. “It’s my uncle.” She repeated casually to Lizzy who was looking inquisitively as she walked to the door.
“Sweetheart! Are you ok?” Bob asked gathering her into a bear hug as the door opened. “Where is Lizzy?” he asked.
She gestured her head into the room standing stiffly while her uncle consoled her, patting her back. Walking into the room holding hands, they met Lizzy who stood up to greet Bob. She also got a hug of comfort and some consoling words from him.
“I think we should get the SCD involved now.” Claire said with a tone laced with guilt staring away from him in shame as they settled down in different sits.
“Yes, I have already placed a complaint and taken care of everything. They will be here soon to ask some questions; standard procedure.”
“Where did it happen?” Lizzy asked as Bob dropped his last comment.
“Few poles away from here. Whoever killed him must have followed him down here.”
They were still talking when the door alarm rang. “This must be them, the SCD.” Bob said walking to get the door.
Behind Bob walking into the room were two men, the same from the hospital; Owel and Donald.
“Good evening ladies.” Owel greeted as Bob waved them to a double sitter. The ladies just nodded mumbling inaudible words.
“We are going to be straight and fast here ladies,” Owel started taking a breath before he continued. “We have been briefed about everything but, apart from the three of you, is there any other person who knows about your connection with the deceased?”
Claire shook her head in negation looking at Lizzy to know if she had something contrary to say but she also shook her head while Owel’s eyes trailed the both of them.
“We were also made to understand that prior to hiring the deceased you have been getting warning notes from the suspected killer, is that right?”
She nodded in affirmation looking away from the officer, guilt ridden.
“Is there anything you can tell us about him?”
Clearing her throat, “The last note he dropped was the first after the previous incident. There is nothing I know about him apart from that.”
Owel was about asking another question when his cell started vibrating inside his pocket. Pulling it out he flipped the lid and placed it on his ear,
“Owel speaking.” He said
“Where?…….. Ok, on our way.” He said and ended the call. “I just got information concerning the case, we have to be on our way.”
The ladies and Mr. Bob looked surprised as the officers stood up to go.
“And I hope there is been nothing kept from us this time.” Owel said looking accusingly around the room.
Claire nodded in affirmation, looking away before Bob spoke up. “Officer there is nothing hidden from you.”
“Ok then, if he makes any contact again don’t hesitate to let us know.”
“Sure officer, we won’t hesitate.” Bob replied. “And please we’d like to be kept informed on any development on the case.”
“Ok, drop by in our office tomorrow.” Owel said before they left.
Getting to his car he pulled out his phone and typed a message to Kunle. ‘I need everything you can get on this number, 081……”
After he sent the message he’d opened his glove compartment and picked a pack of sim card and a small phone. Slotting the SIM into the phone he switched it on and placed a call to the emergency line of the SCD. After reporting the death of Greg he opened the door and dropped the phone on the tire track before driving away.
Getting home, he hurried to the bar and poured himself double scotch. He had a nauseous feeling and a knot tightening on his system and was shaking seriously. This was something that he never felt before. No, this weird feeling has found its way to his heart since Claire.
Downing the scotch he poured another before carrying the bottle back to the couch. He hated how he was feeling and wanted to blurt it out; that was never him. Apart from his first time, he never felt like this after killing someone. Pulling out his phone, he pressed down on a number and it went into speed dial. Nellisa, who was just what he needed.
He was breathing heavily, ramming ferociously into her as she steadied herself matching and meeting his thrusts half way. Brooding heavily he felt his seed coming and increased the speed of his thrust before raising his head, eyes closed, the mesmerizing feeling of orgasm swept through him as he exploded deep into her.
Turning around, she pushed him down to the couch and attacked his shaft which was going limb. Taking the dicck which was coated with cum and her wets into her mouth she licked it clean before sucking on the head expertly.
Sly shivered with goose bumps spread all over him as Nellisa worked wonders on his man meat. Stretching forth his hands, he took her boobbs and started fondling them gently moaning in ecstasy. Feeling him hard enough, she stood up, climbed up his laps and perfectly guarded his dick into her wet cunnt. She smiled as he opened his mouth, eyes closed, lost in the sweetness of her womanhood.
Perfectly settled on his dick, she started riding him gently before gathering pace. With head thrown back she felt so out of the world as his dick kept piercing into her like a hot iron hitting her spot at each thrust. Her movement increased as she felt herself close. Holding her waist down, he started thrusting up with much speed as he was close to the edge. It wasn’t long before they both reached that point of no return as they simultaneously cried out in ecstasy before exploding into oblivion.
Nellisa had arrived with a worried expression on her face. She needed no soothsayer to explain to her that something was wrong which he never does, calling her up twice in a week. Definitely, she felt something was wrong with him.
True to her thoughts, the bottle of scotch on the table as she entered the house confirmed her worries. He never gave her the chance to ask question before getting down on her. Unlike him, she was still dry when he forcefully pierced into her. It had felt so painful but being who she is; she didn’t complain or tried to protest. It was never in her nature to, not when she understood the situation.
As they both laid wasted on the couch, guilt enveloped him. He’d never treated her so roughly. Turning, he looked at her resting her head on the armrest her but propped up with her ass cheeks parted giving him a peak of her swollen lips. Pulling her up to rest on his chest, he muttered quietly and remorsefully.
“Nelly I’m sorry.”
She was feeling sore between her thighs but it wasn’t to be compared to the feeling of satisfaction that she was basking in. Truth be told, he never handled her roughly but she only understood it to mean that everything wasn’t ok with him.
“Sssshhh!!” she made the sound placing her lips to his. “I’m not pissed ok.” She said breaking of the kiss.
“Nelly I’m really sorry.” He continued avoiding her eyes.
“Sly, what is the problem, what is eating you up?” she asked ignoring his apologies.
“Nelly it’s too complicated………” he said trailing off.
Sly never involved her in any of his dealings. He always kept details away from her. According to him, it was for her own safety and she wasn’t going to push it now. She respected him and his privacy so much and vice versa.
“Whatever it is, I believe you can handle it.” She said leaving his body heading to clean up in the bathroom.
He’d assumed that she was pissed and called out to her.
“C’mon, I’m cool ok? Don’t sweat it.” Nellisa said with a convincing smile before walking away.
To Be Continued…