scil

ng. She slowly swerved her head. Her eyes settled on Sineas. She lea

d her arms from the front. Although being the younger and smaller sister, sh

Hello, papa"! Say it! Say, "hello, papa!" ' After a while of struggle, her b

e information y

was standing just beside the television set. Janice thought he was a rookie. The way he kept his eyes glued at them indicated that he was absorbing everything taking place. The senior officer was finding it hard to conceal his shock whilst he scribbled into the small notebook in his hand. At every second he would steal a gli

y replied to the question, gently stroking Sinea

e had told the police, upon re-gaining consciousness, two nurses- a male and female - put leather

ds her but Janice pull

! You whore! You slut!

oy. Everything will be fine from now on,' she reassured him amidst

as she been

at. They had come to learn that the senior officer's name was Charles. He was an Inspector. 'Ever since we were kids,' she answered him. She pulled in Sineas much closer to her side. 'Any

oo

rage...makes her hate everyt

rles. 'They called it the "Murphy" case. The lead detecti

t's call it what it is;

ess as to what her "

uld be anything.' Her

en drugged. The table was the only furniture in the room. Opposite her sat Doctor Darren Jacob. Just like the Murphys, he was also of African descent. Black people were the majority race in the small neighbourhood of Breechwood. Doctor Jacob was bald, which actually made him look a

beginning. Is there anything your son may have do

sted in h

phrase the question. Wh

sil

cilla, I'm tryin

bled with her eyes still sta

rdo

Jacob.' She raised her eyes towards h

ou're in, that may be a little d

son now!' she banged he

to the door, the only exit, as if ready to leap for it if she made an attempt to attack him. 'Prisci

I've changed. Can't you tell by my sexy smile?' She attempted what almost lo

uld sit down.' The advice s

a thud. She turned her attention to the two-way mirror. Of course, all she could see was her own refl