Lost Innocence: The Accused. Part One (17 page)

“
Who sent
you?”

He didn’t
answer.

She pulled out the
gun, lowered it to his right leg and shot, resulting in an
agonising scream. Then, thrusting the weapon deep into his crotch,
she glared aggressively into his eyes, “I won’t ask
again!”

He lay there
helpless, blood seeping from his wounds. His scared eyes and
screams were a testament to his pain as he released his last breath
and whispered. “Nincotte.”

Harvey flinched while
another three shots were fired. Bo dropped the smoking gun,
retrieved her knife and rushed over. Blood was running onto the
back seat. She threw herself into the driver’s seat and screeched
away from the scene. Her eyes flicked up at the rear-view; she was
distressed to see Harvey in so much pain.

He screamed as he was
thrown from side to side of the back seat and clutched onto his
wounds as he felt his life ebbing away. Bo glanced back at his
deathly pale complexion and saw that his eyes were now closed. She
took a deep breath and shouted louder than she had ever shouted
before, “Harvey!!!”

THIRTY-FOUR

NIGEL WAS
back in his suite when Pang rushed in.

“
Where is it, Pang?
What did she say?”

“
Sorry Mr Nigel, I
not have it.”

“
Who did you speak
to?”

“
I spoke to the
manager.”

“
What about
housekeeping?”

“
We saw the manager
of housekeeping. She not know the maid who come to
room.”

“
Did you check the
log? …Like I suggested.”

“
We
check.”

“
And?”

“
Have new maid come
to your room.”

“
Who is
she?”

“
She from agency.
That why you not know her.”

“
Do they usually take
maids from agencies?”

“
I not know. You want
me ask?”

“
No, never
mind.”

Nigel continued to
search the room.

“
What you want we do
now, Mr Nigel?”

“
Can you go check
with security? They may have her on camera.”

Pang stepped out.
Nigel stopped searching and stood staring out the
window.

THIRTY-FIVE

HARVEY’S
BATTERED
BMW screeched into the hospital
entrance – almost hit an old man crossing the road. Bo climbed out,
ran to the entrance and stormed in. “Help!”

Two hospital staff
followed her out, rushed to the car and reached into the
back.

“
What happened?” The
taller of the two asked.

“
He was
shot.”

Another two men
arrived with a stretcher, extended its folded legs and helped to
pull Harvey from the car. The four of them lowered him onto the
stretcher and wheeled him away. Bo hurried alongside, holding his
hand.

“
I have to go now,
but I’ll be back.” Harvey didn’t reply. She let go, stepped back
and watched him being wheeled away. Then, reaching for her phone,
she flicked through her contacts and dialled a number with a shaky
hand. A voice at the other end of the line answered.
“Hello?”

She caught her
breath. “Harvey’s been shot.”

THIRTY-SIX

NIGEL STOOD
staring
at out of the window as he hung up the phone. All was quiet – all
was still.

He turned in
a rage and threw his mobile against the wall - it cracked but
didn’t break. He stepped over to the conference table, took a grip
then hurled it over. He picked up a chair, threw it to the window;
it bounced back - almost hit him, the window didn’t break and
neither did the chair.

He pulled the
TV from its place and pushed it to the floor. It fell; the cord
stretched and held the screen from reaching the floor. He was about
to pull over a bookcase when Pang walked in. He was shocked to see
the state of the suite and the rage on Nigel’s face. “Mr Nigel?
What wrong?”

Nigel faced Pang red-faced and out of breath
“Harvey’s been
shot.”

“
Is he
alive?”

“
He’s
alive.”

“
What you
want to do?”

Nigel bit his
bottom lip and squinted his eyes.

“
If Nincotte wants a war, we’ll give him a
fucking war.”

“
Where you
want to go?”

“…
.To the
police station, Pang…..”

TO BE CONTINUED….

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