Debby's POV
After our discussion with the officers, we made our way home. As we got down from the car, Terry faced me and began to ask questions like, " do you think dad was a good man? do you think he hurt anyone? do you think he had secrets? do you think he hurt Erica? do you think we are safe? " .
I stared confused on what answers to give a she kept throwing questions like this at me. I had never seen my brother like this before and besides he spent more time with Dad compared to me and so how did he expect me to know all of this, I kept staring at him as he poured out his heart and his fears of our not being safe and being the next target and after some time, he apologized and walked into the house.
I made way to my room while pondering on the questions Terry asked as I didn't really know what to do at the moment. Upon entering my room, my eyes fell on the package I had kept at the side of my bed which I had planned to return to the door. While my mind was still on the package, a call came into my phone with an unknown number and the moment I picked it...
Terry's POV
After we got home that night, I laid down on my bed confused on what to make of all these and most importantly scared. it has just been few weeks after dad's death and here I was lost in the middle of nowhere when I was supposed to be thinking of how to run dad's company. After much thinking, and getting nothing out of it, I decided that I would try to remove my mind from Dad's death and besides, the police were already involved so there was nothing to be scared of anyways. I decided to use the few days I had left to prepare to resume at the dad's place at work.
I slept off with the determination to keep pushing and upon waking up the next morning, I felt better.
I spent the remaining days of the week reading on management books and preparing on how to switch from my line of medicine to business management. This was going to be tough indeed...
Erica's POV
I opened it up and it read "Dear Erica, we never forced you to join us note: we don't like black rats" .and that was it. I wondered who it could be from not until Fred's words echoed in my head then I knew it was from them. Did this mean they were coming for me. Black rats were people who told on the group. I didn't have any plans to expose them so why would they call me a black rat. I became scared as I knew that they could come for me anytime and no one would care or even know as I avoided any form of relationship with anyone around here that would attract their help or attention. I sat down on my bed as I thought on what to do next about this then in the midst of my thoughts, a knock came on my door, my heart skipped and it was like the ground should open up and swallow me. Had they come so soon, I decided that I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I picked up a knife as I proceeded to open the door. As I twisted the door knob...