My face grew worried as I explained to them. Diane looked as hurt and as worried as I was. Nico’s face had a confusing fright, and the officer just looked mean although his eyes had some sort of sympathy for me.
“So, you mean there’s no way of you escaping or hiding away from them?” Nico asked, contemplatively.
“If they could know the hotel that I’ve been sleeping. I’m afraid they’ve been monitoring my whereabouts.” I answered coldly.
“That’s scary,” Diane exclaimed widening her eyes.
“I’m scared Diane,” I said shivering, my cheeks hurting.
“There’s nothing to be scared about,” the policeman said with a keen face.
“Are you sure?” Nico asked. “She’s worried.”
“Officer, Is there nothing you can do about it. It’s just barely few months since my husband passed. I need time to mourn Sh
