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Peyton's Purse

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“Yes, I did. Have you seen your uncle?” Peyton said. “No; he hasn’t come home since he left in the morning,” Margaret said and gazed at Peyton’s face.

“Alright; you can go,” Peyton said. “Alright, aunt,” Margaret said and sauntered away.

“I’m sure you heard her. Have you tried his phone number?” Peyton said.

“Yes; I tried to contact him several times, but it wasn’t going through,” professor MacPherson said. “I am coming; I need to get my purse,” Peyton said. “Alright, Peyton,” professor MacPherson said.

Peyton stood up from the couch, she clutched her cup, sipped a little water and dropped the cup back on the table. She left the sitting room for her bedroom and soon returned to the sitting room, clutching her purse. “ I am sorry to have kept you waiting,” Peyton said as she walked into the sitting room.

“It’s nothing,” Professor MacPherson said with a smile. Peyton sat down on one of the couches, she drew the zip of the purse she was clutching leftwards, and took out her mobile phone. She switched on the phone and waited for a couple of seconds for the phone applications to display on the screen. After Peyton was sure that the applications had been displayed, she clicked on the contact application and searched for Charles' number. She saw the number and dialed it.

“Good evening, Charles,” Peyton said.

“Good evening, Peyton. How are you?” Charles said. “Well, I am fine; how about you?” Peyton said. “I am also fine. You seldom call me in the evening; what do you want?” Charles said with curiosity. “Professor…MacPherson is here,” Peyton said. “Are you joking?” Charles said. “C’mon, Charles; how can I be joking? The professor is sitting right here with him. Should I give him the phone?” Peyton said.

“Yes, do,” Charles said. Peyton stood up from the couch, gave the phone to professor MacPherson and sat down.

“Charles…, how are you?” professor MacPherson said. “I am not bad. I have been trying your phone number since yesterday, but it wasn’t going through,” Charles said. “I guess it’s the network. I tried yours too, but it didn't go through,” professor MacPherson said.

“Alright, I have good news for you,” Charles said.

“A good news? I am listening!” Professor MacPherson said. “It’s not a phone discussion, so come over to our hideout,” Charles said.

“If that’s what you want, I will be there in a jiffy,” professor MacPherson said. “Alright…, we would be expecting you…” Charles said and dropped the call. Professor MacPherson stood up from the couch and handed over the phone back to Peyton. “Thank you very much; and I owe you airtime,” professor MacPherson said. Peyton smiled, she put the mobile phone back into her purse and drew the zip rightwards. “I wasn’t able to eavesdrop on your conversations; what did he say?” Peyton said.

“He asked me to meet him somewhere,” Peyton said. “And that place doesn’t have a name?” Peyton said. Professor MacPherson smiled and said, “Never mind, Peyton.” “Are you going now?” Peyton said. “Of course, Yes!” professor MacPherson said. “Alright; so you won’t wait and eat something?” Peyton said. Professor MacPherson smiled and said, “Maybe some other time.” “Well, I compromise,” Peyton said with a sigh. “Take care of yourself…,” professor MacPherson said and sauntered towards the pithead. He sauntered towards his car, entered the car and drove away.

“Mum, what are you doing?” Luca said as he walked to the sitting room.

“Well, nothing. You had been sleeping before I came; I hope there is no problem?” Peyton said as she gazed at Luca's face. Luca sat beside Peyton on the couch and said, “I was only tired, mum, and nothing more.”

“Alright, I want to join Margaret in the cooking,” Peyton said and stood up from the couch. “Alright, mum,” Luca said.

Peyton clutched the cup on the table, she opened the refrigerator and kept the cup inside the refrigerator. “Will you mind a little water?” Peyton said.

“Yes, mum; I am not thirsty,” Luca said. “You said so,” Peyton said. She closed the refrigerator and sauntered towards the kitchen. Luca sauntered towards the television, he turned it on and sauntered back to his seat. He sat down and began to gaze at the actions displayed on the television screen. He couldn’t hear the sounds of the television clearly, he walked towards the television, picked up the remote and walked back to his seat. He used the remote to increase the volume of the television and continued watching the film displayed on the television screen.

Professor MacPherson drove his car to a non-residential part of California. He parked his car at the front of an uncompleted building and alighted from the car. He sauntered towards the direction of the building and entered through the pithead. He could see Charles, his light-fingered guys and a veiled man. “Good evening, professor MacPherson,” the gangsters chorused.

“Good evening. Charles, what’s happening here?” professor MacPherson said with curiosity. “Well, I told you to come here because your presence is needed,” Charles said. “Alright, Charles; hit the nail on its head,” professor MacPherson said.

“Alright, without beating round the bush; I myself and my guys combed through the street yesterday in the search of your dear wife; and we were able to come up with this thing,” Charles said, and used his left leg to hit the veiled man's stomach. The veiled man grimaced and finally stopped. “How did you come about this man?” professor MacPherson said.