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Abigail’s eyes slowly opened. She looked around and found herself in an unknown room. Abigail tried to sit herself up but then there was a sharp pain coming from the back of her left shoulder that immediately immobilized her intention. Abigail tried to turn over her shoulder to figure out the source of pain but before she could do that, someone was rattling the door knob from the other side.
“Oh! You’re already awaken,” she said softly with her hands holding a tray.
“Who are you?” Abigail asked when the girl put the tray on a small table beside her. Abigail managed to give a quick glance on what was on the tray-a bowl of plain rice porridge, a glass of water and some pills.
“Bonita,” the girl replied. She looked very young, probably in her mid-teen, timid and skinny.
“What happened to me? Where am I?” Abigail attempted the second time to sit herself up.
“Don’t move!” Bonita quickly stopped her from sitting up. “The stitches might tear open.”
“Huh...what stitches?!” Abigail asked.
“Um...you got shot,” Bonita replied softly.
“Shot?! By who?!” Abigail was bewildered by what she has just heard.
“Is this Ivan Hill?”
“Um...yes. Can I help you?” Ivan asked the six feet tall, muscular figure who was standing right in front of him.
“I am Officer Robert,” Robert fished out his badge from his pocket to show his credential to Ivan. “We are investigating a missing person. Can I come in?”
“Um...yes,” Ivan gestured him to come in and closed the door behind them.
Robert immediately went into his detective mode and examined every nook and corner of the house. The house looked very normal without anything that could be deemed suspicious. A simple 3-seater sofa with a coffee table and TV. No toys. No pets. Clutter-free. Single and live alone? Robert thought.
“Can I check your room?” Robert asked.
“Do you have a search warrant, Sir?” Ivan replied with a question.
“Who’s the missing person and how it is related to me?” Ivan asked.
“Do you know her?” Robert showed a picture of Abigail on his phone to Ivan.
“Um...yes. Is she missing?” Ivan passed back the phone to him.
“Well, you tell me,” Robert said.
“Um...what do you mean by that?” Ivan asked, trying to sound calm despite his heart was pounding so hard that he thought his rib cage might be broken any second from now.
“Mr. Hill, is this you?” Robert showed a screenshot of CCTV to Ivan. Ivan sighed. “Care to tell me what has happened last night?” Robert questioned again.
“Mr. Hill, let me remind you. A woman is missing and she was last seen with you. You can be charged with kidnapping or worse,” Robert warned him. “Start talking.”
“I didn’t kidnap Abigail. I-I don’t know how to explain. I mean, you’re not gonna believe me. Nobody gonna believe me,” Ivan said. “It’s just so absurd!” Ivan continued.
“Mr. Hill, let me remind you again. You are the prime suspect in this case. 'I don’t know how to explain' is not gonna save your ass. I suggest that you start explaining,” Robert said.
“I-I need my lawyer. I have the right, right?” Ivan was buying himself some time. He needed to figure out first what the heck has just happened last night before going to the authority and making himself sound crazy.
“Alright. I’m gonna see you again,” Robert rose to his feet and vision-scanned the place again before leaving.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Melissa put her arm on George’s shoulder to comfort him.
“I shouldn’t cancel our movie night,” George sighed. “Then she wouldn’t has gone alone.” George put his hands on his face, regretting for what has just happened last night.
“Babe, it’s not your fault,” Melissa comforted him.
“If I-,” the phone on his pocket vibrated. George immediately fished out his phone from his pocket. An unknown number showed up on the screen.
“Who’s that?” Melissa asked.
“I don’t know. Probably is the police,” George said and immediately answered the call.
“Hello. Can I speak to George?”
“Yes, speaking. Who is this?”
“I’m Ivan. Ivan Hill. We went to-”
“What happened to Abigail?!” George cut in before Ivan could finish his words. “And how did you have my number?”
“Um...from Sean. Can we meet up?” Ivan asked. “Regarding Abigail,” he continued when George was silent.
“Alright,” George finally agreed.
George hung up the phone and gave Melissa a goodbye kiss before leaving. George’s phone vibrated again when he just about to start his car engine. Another unknown number, George thought.
“Hello,” George said.
“Hey, has the police called you?” said the other person on the line.
“Um...who is this?” George asked.
“Rosamund. From the theater,” Rosamund replied.
“Oh! How did you have my number? Ah, never mind. No big deal.” George didn’t even bother knowing anymore.
“So, did the hunky call you?” Rosamund asked again.
“The police. Albert something,” Rosamund said.
“Robert,” George corrected her. “And no. He didn’t call me. But Ivan Hill called me.”
“Ivan who?!” Rosamund was curious.
“Um...the guy from the CCTV. Last seen with Abigail.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I’m meeting him now. So-”
“You meeting him now?! Can I join?” Rosamund immediately cut in.
“Um...sure, I guess.”
“Alright. Come and pick me up. I’ll text you the address. Bye,” Rosamund hung up the phone before George could even respond. What the heck has just happened? George thought.
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