A Story written by Purityval
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Gerald sat uncomfortable thinking of the next step to take. It has been over an hour that he called Bob but he was nowhere to be seen and to cap it all, he wasn’t answering his phone again. He’d dialed the hired killer who told him that he was still on the lookout for Claire. He’d told him to still be on the lookout while awaiting further instruction.
This time around, he used someone he knows to avoid a case of ‘bailing’ or sudden disappearance. He tried to get in touch with Bob for the last time and just when he thought that he’d bailed on him, he answered his phone.
“Thank goodness Bob, where are you?” he asked impatiently.
“I’m on my way to you now, had to attend to something.” He replied calmly.
“Ok, have you heard from her?” he repeated.
“I will be with you shortly.” Bob replied and ended the call.
Another twenty minutes saw Bob stepping out from a taxi a short distance away from Gerald’s house. He paid off the cabbie and waited for him to drive off before walking down the short distance to 24 Presidential Avenue. As he walked, he kept looking back to know if he was followed. As he got close to Gerald’s gate, he pulled out his phone and dialed his number asking him to come and open his gate. He’d wonder for the umpteenth time why Gerald sent his wife and child abroad and had refused to use a gateman only to be leaving as a bachelor. Few seconds as he dropped the call, he heard the gate unlock as Gerald held it open for him to enter.
“Have you heard from her?” he asked immediately Bob stepped into the compound.
“Calm down, let take each step carefully.” Bob admonished as they walked into Gerald’s sitting room.
“What would you prefer?” Gerald asked walking to the bar as Bob settled on the couch.
“I can use anything hard.” Bob replied calmly.
Pulling out a bottle of scotch with two glass cups, he walked back and placed it on a side stool beside Bob and also took a seat. He poured two cups and handed one to him before gulping his own down.
To Be Continued…