There Ghost My Everything

Chapter 15

It's been almost two hours since the guys took Herdon. And Cassandra was still worried because there the caller did not call again after that time. She also tried to dial the number that called her but she can't reach it out. There was a voice inside her that telling her to call the police or her parents but she just can't. The caller's instruction was very clear. She knew that they are serious about killing Herdon. His fingers, it was the proof. And she can't forgive herself if anything happens again to Herdon. But another thing is bothering her. She doesn't understand why those people are doing this to them. How the hell they can even know that she can afford to give money?

She was still worried and in deep thinking when her cellphone finally rings.

She answered it, "H-hello? W-where is my husband?" she stutteringly asked.

"You are not gonna raise questions on me again, Mrs. Facundo. All you have to do is follow our instructions and you will see your husband soon," the caller said.

The voice of the caller was making Cassandra nervous. It was a man's voice and he sounded scary. She wanted to ask if she can talk to Herdon but she got his words very clear—do not ask.

"Okay..." Cassandra let out a deep sigh to ease herself, "just tell me now," she chooses her words wisely—she's not asking.

"Tonight, at ten PM, someone will pick you up there. A black van. You will go inside the van willingly. But before that, you need to provide five million. In cash. Meaning, you need to get out of there as fast as you can to withdraw that money. No more questions and don't hesitate. If you delay it with your hesitation to get inside the car, then we are not talking anymore. You understand?" the man warned.

"Y-yes, I understand. Ten PM I'll be outside and a black van will pick me up and I need not hesitate or delay it," she repeated the man's instruction.

The call ended again. Cassandra gazed at the clock. It's five o'clock. She will wait for five hours more. It's killing her thinking that Herdon is gonna wait that long. Herdon's fingers were cut-off. It was the scariest part of her. And she can't imagine what were they doing with Herdon now. She's just hoping for the best. She's also praying that not just like the movies, abductors or kidnappers don't keep their words mostly. They were killing the victims especially when the victims saw the kidnapper's face...

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Inspector Clay got home early at seven PM. He makes himself a coffee and he took it with him to his working area. He took out his gun and he started cleaning it. He stayed there for almost one hour.

Then he stood up, he fixed himself. He picked his cellphone and dialed someone.

"It will all end tonight. This game will end..." he said to the person he called.

He walked to the mirror and he stared at his reflection.

"You were a great pretender. But you'll lose it all tonight," he said to himself. Then he pointed his gun to his chest, "let's see who lives..." he mumbled before he left...

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Cassandra wore her jacket. She did not bother to change her clothes. She was wearing a pair of pajamas since the morning. She was wearing it even when she withdraws the money. Then she called their maid Fatima, she told her that she can take her day off until the next day. After wearing her jacket, she picked up her cellphone and put it inside the pocket of her jacket. It was just nine-thirty PM but she's all set. From time to time, she looks outside the window to see if a black van was already there. She's hoping that maybe they'll come earlier than what they've talked about.

When the clock strikes ten, Cassandra hurriedly went outside. She was about to open the gate when her cellphone rings. It was the caller.

"I-I'm already going out. I'm not late right? Where's the black van?" she was worried if she broke a rule or what.

"Relax, Mrs. Facundo. I need you to close your door first before you open that gate. You might alert your neighbors if anyone sees that wide open and no one's inside," the caller instructed her.

Cassandra's cellphone almost dropped because of her sudden movement. She runs to their door and hurriedly closed it. That's when the black van arrived. Given the instructions and warnings, she hurriedly opened the gate and did not hesitate to get inside the vehicle.

Cassandra gulped when she saw two men with her inside. There's also the driver and beside the driver is another man. She can't see the faces because they were wearing a mask and a bonnet. They look like goons.

"Very nice, Mrs. Facundo. You are not as stubborn as your husband," says the man who's beside the driver. Cassandra knew the voice, it was the caller.

"I-I already have it... Please, keep your word. Let my husband go," Cassandra begged.

"Don't worry, we are going to your husband. I just hope my boss did not kill him while we're here picking you up," says the driver, and the two men with Cassandra at the backseat laughed.

"W-what are you talking about?" Cassandra's tears fell.

"Stop it, just drive," says the man in the shotgun seat.

Meanwhile, in the place where Herdon was being held, a fat man arrived. The place is like an abandoned building and it was dark there. They only have one light bulb that's above the face of Herdon. Herdon is tied in a chair. Three men were looking after him.

"Finally... I've been waiting for you too long. I lost clients because of you, know that?" the fat man angrily said, and before Herdon could say any word, he was hit in the face.

"You are a pest to my business. And I'm going to kill you tonight, together with your wife," he shouted at Herdon's face.

"P-please... Hear me out," Herdon begged. He can feel the pain on his face that was hit but he can't even touch it because his hands were tied on the chair he's sitting on.

"I won't fall to your trick. I just need the money. We can be even because your wife will provide money but I don't want you to live anymore because you already pissed me," he said before pulling out his gun.

"No! Please! I can do anything for you. Anything! Just let me live!" Herdon cries out.

But the fat man just laughed. He was ready to shoot Herdon without changing his mind...