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Chapter 3 - Who sent you?

Who sent you?

The beautiful SUV was driven speedingly on the busy road that night as it was headed to the home of its owner.

" ....Yes sir" answered the voice at the other end of the phone to Brian Bradford, Chief Head and Chairman of the popular Bradfords' Industry in the city.

He was speaking to his private detective who had just been informed about the unsuccessful attempted murder on him. He was lucky and thanked his stars that the young stranger who was in the scene had saved his life right on time. If it was the other way round, he would probably be in the ER now or worse still, successfully shot and laying lifeless in the pool of his own blood. He hoped to get in touch with the young man.

" John, I want you to get everything you can find on this assassin. He's at the police station now. " He said to the man again.

" Head there now and keep me posted. And also....." He says to the receiver. " Make sure to double the guards, recruit the best trained men and send them over. I do not want to take chances."

" Alright sir" the voice replied, assuring his boss that he would do all that he was to do and then the call ended.

The guard at the steering wheel felt really bad as he drove the boss. He felt guilty that he hadn't done his job properly. He couldn't bring himself to look at him. He had failed.

" And you," Brian says to him as he watched him from the back seat.

" Your job is to find that young man who saved me. I need to see him. It's important"

" Ye....yes boss, I will" he says in the most gentlest way that he could.

" I think he works in that neighborhood, I'll get more info about him"

" Do that and get back to me as soon as possible."

" Yes boss!"

'My enemies aren't joking anymore. I need to be ready for them.' he thought as he took out his tablet from its sheath to dial a particular number. Now staring down at the screen, the first thing that came to view on the device was the stunning wallpaper. It was that of his only daughter. His beautiful princess.

The picture was a selfie she took with him where they both pouted their lips. He had had that picture on his screen for over a year now.

His mind drifted to her, he hoped she was just fine. She must probably be at home waiting for him.

Just then, the voice of the news anchor on the TV in his car could be heard:

"Police Foils Assassin's Murder Attempt On Popular Business Magnate, Brian Bradford of Bradfords' Tech Industries and Conglomerate

" On tonight's scoop, it was gathered that a murder attempt on the CEO of the popular Bradfords' Industries was foiled.

" At around 7:00pm on Thursday, residents of....."

" Turn it off," Brian says to his bodyguard. He wasn't ready to listen to such news. They gave him headache and what made it worse was the fact that he was the one directly involved.

Yea, he had an envious wealth and was respected by many but that didn't stop him from having many enemies. There were many people who obviously wanted him dead. Some of his competitors he knew openly and that didn't bother him a bit, he was ready to do whatever it was to fight back.

The worst enemies he had were the ones fighting him in the dark, the ones who were throwing arrows at him from the hidden shadows which he knew nothing about. He prayed that the investigation of the cops would unravel the unsettling mystery.


...7:30pm, South Falls Police Station.

Sitted opposite the rugged looking assasin who had been unsuccessful in carrying out his murder inside the Interrogation room that night was detective Shawn, a police officer who worked with the South Falls City police.

He was watching the man who was still in cuffs and was glaring hard at him. He had been sitting silent for some minutes now, meeting all of the questions thrown at him with nothing but a deafening silence.

Shawn drew the chair closer to the guy. He studied his face and noticed that he had a scar that ran all the way from his eyes to his nose. Stretching his hands on the table, he leans closer to be able to access the features of his interviewee closely enough. He seemed to be in his mid thirties. Judging by his countenance and his stoic expression, Shawn felt he didn't look too scared for someone whose plans had been foiled and was caught red-handed by the Police.

" You tried to kill the CEO, yes or no?" He asks him but is met with dead silence again. That was the fifth time he had asked him the same question.

' What the hell is wrong with this crackhead?' Shawn thought in his mind, he was really losing his patience now. Well, he knew that those were his intentions anyway. To kill the rich man until the young man at the scene had acted swiftly and promptly.

" When I ask you a question, you answer me...." He said again to him but the man was only staring at him, his mouth curled up in a smirk.

" Who sent you to Brian Bradford?" Shawn asks

" How much were you paid for this?" He added wanting to probe further.

" Why don't you guess?" The rugged man finally speaks, still giving the detective in front of him a glare. He wasn't feeling sorry a bit. He definitely had a very strong backup.

The door flew open that instant and someone walked in.

" Evening Shawn, how's it going?" Another detective called John asked as he joined them both in the room. He looked forward to checking the face of the person they were to interrogate.

" Why did you come back?" Shawn asked, turning to face him, two hours ago, he had left the station " I thought you were on for another case."

" Sir Bradford ordered me here. I will be joining you." He explained and grabbed a seat near his partner. The man had reached out to him personally through a phone call to give him heads on.

Dropping a file on the table under the dim light, he turns to stare squarely into the face of the man who looked too haggard for his liking.

" Samson Cane aka Scar, age 38, Divorced......" John says to him watching as his eyes widened in shock that he knew some information about him.

' So he was 38. Late thirties' Shawn noted instead and his nickname, it suits him just perfectly.

" Need I say more?" John tells him while flipping through the files.

" Your report here says you were a druggie and that you got therapy. Why do I think that's not true"

" You still look like a druggie right now"

He gets mad at being called a druggie and stands up to hit the cop who had just walked in but his hands are bound.

" Get the hell down on that seat or I'll shoot your damn skull!" John bellows.

" Who do you work for?" He asks again but he only stares at them like a dummy. " Who the hell sent you to kill the CEO?!"

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