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Lethal Bride - Season 1 - Episode 18
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Francesca frowned “what do
you mean by you just saw
Bruce”, with a quivering voice
Crystal answered “the guy
who tricked me to his house
and tried to kill me, before Easton came and rescued me”.

“What! Are you sick. Do you
believe in ghosts. Come on!

Crystal grow up and let’s go
home”, Crystal frowned and
felt disappointed in Francesca’s unbelief.

“I mean it, I am not
hallucinating anything, I just
saw Bruce, I swear it, believe
me please, I swear I saw him”,
Francesca shook her head. “Maybe you took the wrong wine and it’s messing with
your head”. Francesca pulled
her along and they got to the
van to see Reuben waiting,
“what the hell kept you guys long”,
“she claimed she saw Bruce”
“okay! That’s sick and way
out of line, how is that even
possible, she shot him in the
head according to her” Reuben said.

“ I swear I saw him, believe
me”. They both shook their
heads simultaneously. “you
need lots of milk and sleep”

Francesca said and helped her into the van. Crystal put her head between her legs until
they got back home.

She la!d on her bed and closed
her eyes, all she could see was
the face of the man she murdered.

She tossed and turned but the face kept
coming back. She kept telling
herself “maybe he had a twin,
or it was just a mere look

She had nightmares that he shot her in the head just the way she shot him, she called out to Easton in each of her dreams but he stood with

his arms crossed, having an evil smile on his face and not moving an inch to her rescue.

Each time she would scream
and wake up sweaty and each
time Easton would come to her room and check her and she would narrate the dream to him over and over again
and each time he would
reassure her that he got her
back and would never do
anything to hurt her and each
time she would smile as he kissed her on her forehead.

But life with the haunting face
was becoming unbearable, she
wanted free air she needed to
be away from lonely places
especially her room, she needed to take control of her life again. She got up from her
bed and walked slowly to her
window and opened it.

The morning breeze grazed the
smoothness of her skin, she closed her eyes and inhaled the freshness of dawn.

She changed into her workout
clothes and got her ear piece
on. She got downstairs and
saw Easton with his hands shoved in his pocket standing with three people, two
dressed in police uniform and
a man wearing mufti.

“What’s happening here?” she
asked with curiosity. “Errrm, they are asking of
you, Reuben and Francesca”
“why?”, A painting was
missing at the party you
attended, they found your
finger prints in some parts of the house and needed an explanation on why you guys
got into the party without
being invited coupled with
the missing painting on the
wall”. Crystal simply shrugged and placed her earpiece back on, “I simply got to the party
invited by a friend, when I got to the door with my
friends, we didn’t see any body at the door to boss us out so we simply got in”.

“Do you know anything
about the tranquilized guards
at that house” the guy on the
mufti asked, she pulled out
her ear piece and blinked severally and placed her hand
on her chest, “do I look like
somebody that can hurt a fly.

By the way, who are you?”
“I am detective Bernard”. She
moved towards him until her chest grazed his, until he could smell her breathe, her lips
almost touched his. His heart
skipped and he lost sensible
thinking for a while,
“detective Bernard, you have come to the wrong place, it’s a
shame that the criminal is out
there, swimming in the
wealth of the painting he or
she stole and you are here
accusing innocent people. I think you need a direction or maybe a Gps for you to know
the right route detective.

I need to go out now and get
the morning breeze on my
skin as I jog”. She pulled away and placed back her earpiece and walked out.

An awkward silence swept
through everyone as she left,
the detective was flustered.

Easton had a hidden smile on his face.
“you see gentlemen, I told
you that this place is the
wrong place to look for a
thief. We don’t steal, we are
very honorable people, just do all you can to catch the thief.

I am sure there are
other prints you found”
“sure we have other prints,
but the thing here we found
their prints on the fake Antique, that needs an
explanation”. Easton removed
his hands from his pocket “it’s
simple. The picture got their
attention and they admired
the work and touched it, because when they came back, they told me about the
work and told me how
beautiful it looked”;

“yes, that could be true, but
according to some people who pointed out Reuben to be the one who caused a distraction
in the middle of a party in the
name of giving a toast. When
I thought about it, I realized it
could have been a distraction for the Antique to be exchanged with the fake one,
besides the prints of Crystal
and Francesca are full on both
sides of the fake Antique” the
detective said showing more confidence.

“I don’t know where you are
taking this to, but I am telling
you the truth, we have
nothing to do with it. Take a
good look at my home, and my cars parked outside, do we look like beggars or
thieves, we work hard to
earn a decent living”, this time
he talked with his arms
folded. “if I may ask, what kind of
job are you involved in?”

“I am a business man”,
“what kind of business?”
“none of your business, I have
answered all your questions. Stop pressuring me because you won’t find anything you
are looking for here. Please
leave my house, take your
dumb cops with you”.

“very well Mr. Easton, we will leave.

Thank you for sparing your precious time with us”.

With that they left his house.

He went to the window and
watched them hop into their
car and sped off. His thoughts were already on how he would erase all evidence that
would implicate him and his
faithful wards. He had all the
connection he needed. All he
needed to do was to make a phone call and wire some amount into another account.

He brought out his cell phone
and dialed.

“I need you to help me clear
their names and take away all evidence, make everything go away, close the case. I would
pay two hundred thousand
dollars”. He ended the call. He
rubbed his temple and winced,
he had headache. He went up to his bathroom and took aspirin. His cell phone rang.
“make it three thousand” the
male voice from the other end

“two-fifty” Easton tried to negotiate
“done”. Easton ended the call.

He had to protect them,
protecting them means
protecting himself.

Crystal jogged with ‘Bad blood by Taylor Swift’
blasting in her ears. She tried
to shut his face away from
her mind eyes, but it kept
coming. She took the next
bend. Her hair packed into a ponytail swayed left and right as she jogged. A car
slowed down next to her, but
she didn’t pay any attention
to it, until the window was
wound down, she saw an over weight man holding a donut in his right hand
beaming at her. “you’ve got a
nice butt ma’am. I could take
you out for a date some
time”. She heard him but not clearly and stopped, he stopped moving too, she took
off her ear piece
“what did you say?”
“I said you you’ve got a nice
butt and I could take you out for dinner some time”. She smiled and bent down so her
face could enter into the car.

“could you give me the honor
of coming out of your car”, he
smiled sheepishly and clumsy got out of his car and slammed the door shut. She
folded her arms “who do you
think I am?”

“ a gorgeous lady with a drop
dead body”. As soon as he finished his statement she punched him directly on his
nose, and swiftly used her
knee to hit his g---n hard. He
fell to the ground writhing in
pains as blood dripped from his nose.

“Next time you see a
gorgeous lady on the street,
mind your business pig”. She
gave him one last kick on his
bulging stomach. “I thought you said you
couldn’t hurt a fly, but you
have beaten a man twice your
size”. She turned round to see
the detective.

“Detective Bernard, what are you doing here?”
“I am trying to find out the

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