A Story written by Purityval
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ST. AGNES CHURCH
THE NEXT DAY
He wasn’t sure if she was going to come. A part of him was telling him that she was going to involve the authorities while the other urged him to wait a little more. Sitting in the closed confessional, he watched every movement inside the church checking his time intermittently. When his time struck 5pm, he concluded that she wasn’t going to come again and walked out from confessional. Taking the left isle, he walked quietly towards the exit.
He was about to walk out when the sound of a shoe heel hitting the tiled floor stopped him on his track. Turning to the main entrance, he saw her walking skeptically towards the altar.
From where he stood, it would be a bit difficult for someone from her position to see him. Dashing out from the church, he walked around the building to the main entrance. He looked around the church premises from a pillar which had him covered from other eyes. Satisfied of no strange movement, he walked back and entered the church from where he came out. He walked quietly through the left isle which would lead him behind her before walking through the central isle and settled behind her on the pew.
“Don’t look back.” He said softly kneeling behind her his head close to her ears.
She stiffened as he saw the muscles around her neck tighten.
“I can’t, I want to see your face.” She retorted and turned before he could stop her. Their eyes met and locked as they stared at each other strangely. They felt a current pass through their eyes touching the depth of their souls.
Shaking himself off from the enchantment of her eyes, he gently turned her face around.
“How are you healing?” she asked before he could utter a word.
“What can you tell me about the pictures?” he asked ignoring her question.
“No… nothing.” She stammered. “What has these got to do with them?” she asked with a quivering tone.
“The man in the picture, the second guy, who is he?” He pushed on ignoring her question again.
“The company’s attorney, why?” she replied.
“Is there any connection between the three of you apart from the company?”
“Of course.” She replied. She was getting herself under control and wasn’t going to tell him anything again if he isn’t going to answer her questions. “Who are you and why are you doing all these?” she asked unexpectedly.
“Tell me the connection.” Sly said trying to brush off her question.
“Damn it,” she swore under her breath, “Answer me for once. Why are you doing all this?” she said through her teeth.
He caught the anger and frustration in her voice. From the way he was going, he knew that she wasn’t going to give her anything if he doesn’t answer her questions.
“Because I was hired to kill you.” He said softly.
She went still as goose bump spread over her skin before she relaxed herself.
“By who?” she asked calmly.
“I don’t know. I guess by someone who still wants you dead.”
“Why are you protecting me now?” She repeated calmly with a tone laced with emotions.
He knew that once he’d started answering her question she wasn’t going to stop asking. He didn’t need to remind himself that he wasn’t there for a question and answer session.
“There is something I believe you possess; maybe unknowingly. It is a classified document marked with triple X. search for it. When you have it, beep me through this line.” He said and dropped a phone and a pack of SIM card together with a piece of paper containing a mobile number. “And again, be careful, your phone might have been tapped.” He concluded and left before she could say another word.
To Be Continued…