Must Read: Before She Dies

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Must Read: Before She Dies

Reagan swerved left and brought the car along Steve Avenue. The time was 2:45AM. The street was quiet and shaded with tall, graceful trees, with the street lights glittering. In ten minutes, he was in the driveway and in another five minutes, he brought the car in front of No7 Steve Avenue.


He stepped out and hurried to the wrought iron gate. He dug into his pocket, yanked out a bunch of keys and opened the gate. He ran back to the car, drove in, turned left and brought the car to a halt at the backyard. He ran to the gate and locked it. The compound looked enticing and had cost a fortune. It was fenced in and a row of yews lined round the inside, adding to the perfection of the compound. Reagan had bought the apartment from a British resident who relocated to London after he retired from the civil service.

It was in this apartment that Reagan met with a couple of high ranking citizens and non-citizens he worked for. He was scarcely in the apartment for he was always busy and had no permanent base.

Reagan ran over to the passenger’s door, opened it and carried the half awake Stella on his sturdy shoulder. He hurried into the apartment and went straight to the bedroom. He dropped Stella on bed and threw the bunch of keys on a stool. As he quickly started to undress, he remembered scornfully that he had forgotten his phone in the burnt apartment and that thought made him fix his mind with smiles on how he had dealt with Paul.

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After Reagan had entered the bathroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bathtub. He turned on the shower and the cool water started splashing all over his body. He was already soaping his body when he looked out through the small window and by the light of the moon, he made out a shape of a being some miles to his apartment. He squinted and saw a man standing in the darkness. He tried to imagine what the man was still doing out there at that time of the night but could think of nothing. He observed the man’s eyes were fixed at his apartment and his curiosity was aroused. He stood still in the bathtub, his senses on full alert. When he saw the man take out his phone and make a quick call, he knew something was wrong. He jumped out of the bathtub, picked his gun from the table.


descended the stairs and was out in the darkness. Paul was already in front of his compound when Reagan caught up with him from behind. He tapped Paul’s shoulder and when he swung around and met the muzzle pressed against his forehead, he started breathing hard and his body went shaking.


He recognized he was the same man he had seen entering the apartment and his breathing increased.

“What’re you doing out here?” Reagan whispered into his ears.

Paul said slowly, “Taking fresh air.”

Reagan smiled, “At this time of the night?”
Paul raised his eyes, “It’s none of your business.”


Reagan pressed the muzzle hard on his fragile forehead, “I think it’s my business,” he pushed the muzzle harder that Paul staggered backwards. He closed forward and held the gun firm on his head, “because you just stepped into my territory.” He licked his lips, “Who was that you were talking to on the phone?”
Paul didn’t respond. He started praying Dennis came that minute but Reagan didn’t allow him to finish the prayer for he put a bullet in his head.

He smirked as Paul slumped dead and he sq££zed his hand into his trouser pocket and took out his phone. He looked up the call log and a wave of panic immediately ran through him when he realized Paul had called Agent Dennis.

He knew who Dennis was and what he could do.

Overcome by a great rage, he hurried into Paul’s apartment, ran from room to room and found his wife asleep in one of the rooms.

He quickly pointed the gun at her and made her sleep everlasting. He hurried out of the building, got to Paul’s lifeless body and dragged it up the street. He leaned it against a cashew tree, dipped a finger in his blood and wrote Goodnight on his forehead. He ran up to his apartment, climbed up the stairs, entered the room and found Stella already awake. He smirked, rushed into another room, came out with a stun gun and shot her. He untwisted the wire and carried her outside, to his car. Then rushing back to the house, he entered a small room and lifted a two-gallon gasoline.

In few minutes, he had already set the building on fire and was speeding to No 7 Steve Avenue.