Two Worlds - Season 1 - Episode 62

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Two Worlds - Season 1 - Episode 62

Richard touched his nose with a handkerchief. “I saw everything clearly. My scope is highly magnified. I saw both men and the woman who shot your friend.” He sounded sure and truthful as ever. Of course, he could not lie. He could only be mistaking.
“It was Ezinne who shot your man,” he said.

“What did you say?” She fixed on him if he would repeat those words again.
“Ezinne was the woman who shot your friend.”

He had been seeing things. Very bad. Two weeks in prison was enough to cause so many seeings and thinkings.
“Richard, Ezinne is your wife. It wouldn’t be good to say such of her.” She paused. “You should try having more rest.”
His eyes reduced to a thin line and a streak of displeasure crossed their black circles. “You think I’m sick in the head?”
“No, no, I’m not saying that. I’m—”
“I get it. It’s not easy to believe.” His eyes became normal, or near normal. “Wait till you hear the case in court.”

“Rick, Richard, I—”
“You think I’d accuse my wife of something I’m not sure about?”
“Not that. Look at it from the right angle. There’s no connection.”

“Whether you deem it true or not, help me convey the information to Jide. I couldn’t get myself to tell him on his last visit, and wouldn’t want him to first hear it in court.”
Blood flocked in his eyes, circling his eyeballs. Those very eyes were bloody red. “I believe you,” she said.

“You don’t, and don’t say you do. That’s lying.” He looked at the wall clock above her head and rose. “Visiting time is almost over. I should leave. I don’t an officer’s warning.” He aimed for the door.
He left with blood-filled eyes. There could have been a way to make him leave with something close to a smile and not bloody eyes. That little, he deserved from her. Jail was the worst thing that could happen to someone, and he never would have experienced it had he not known her.

She left the room and made for the station’s reception. There, she brought out the pen from her jean pocket, signed out, and left the pen on the table.

A taxi stopped by and she began her ride to Erneto Aives.

The taxi stopped some distance from the “no parking” signboard, leaving her to trek the remaining to the gate. Asking the gatemen if Jide Echem was in was not the best idea as they might kill any stranger that disrupted their chattering.

She opened the reception’s door, and the conditioned air froze her skin. Nearly everyone dressed like their CEO, suit jackets and trousers. One of her paintings hung beside Richard’s picture, one of those she sold to Jide.