James
Kenneth sent me Leila's detailed location. She was driving on St. Martians boulevard currently.
Her location kept changing rapidly, but suddenly it came to a halt. For exactly ten minutes now.
I knew she left home to come here. She wasnt picking my calls.
My blood turned cold when she sent me the picture of her father, Mr Paul laying cold on the floor with a little girl.
Who was this little girl?
She had to be Leila's baby cousin or sister.
The driver abruptly stopped the car.
“Whats going on? ” i asked.
The driver turned to me, “Theres a little traffic that formed, perhaps an accident.”
My phone lit up and it was leilas finally calling me. I placed it on my ear.
“Hello please are you a frined of the owner of this phone?”
My jaw locked, my eyes fixed on one point.
“He
