Chapter 123

Surveying the area, he saw footprints and turned back when he saw that his colleague was busy on the telephone, he switched on his torchlight and trailed the footprints.

Sylvester stood still when he heard footfalls some meters away, his eyes turned red, and his fangs elongated, he darted towards the direction of the footfalls.

The police deputy ended the call and straightened, he looked towards the direction of where his colleague should have been, he trotted forward when he saw an obvious absence of him.

“Jake!” he called out, and quickly turned on his torchlight, the fire consuming the car was dying down, he saw traces of footpath along the grasses he was pointing the torchlight at, he stepped forward.

Chin's men drove in different exotic cars, they took only three of the cars in the garage, each, harboring five men, they saw firefighters, moving their water tank towards their direction.

The driver turned to the passenger by his side, the first car, among the entourage “was there a reported case of fire accident down South?” he asked suspiciously, 

the passenger, who was also engrossed in his thoughts, looked at him lost also.

“Tune on the radio” he suggested.

The driver nodded and did as he was told, they overtook the water tanker, and sped towards the South, their headlights exposed the police car, parked by the roadside.

“Shit! The cops are here!” the driver cursed betwixt clenched teeth, the other men with him, the burnt out car surfaced.

The driver slowed down, observing what has gone wrong “I think, he had a fire accident” one of the passengers at the back seat in the front car commented,

the driver rubbed his tempo, having a nostalgic feeling, about what was going on.

“I don't think so, why is the cop, car parked here” another reiterated, the driver turned.

“Quickly, go and check” he ordered, and the other men, went over.

Jeame observed keenly the sharing of the papers, he heard the way their heart was beating rapidly, he frowned, when he senses the mischievous smile, on the body distributing the paper.

They were eight in the circles, he knew something was wrong, he swiftly swapped the girl's paper, close to him, with his.

Jude, the one coordinating the game, rubbed his palms together, “first, you” he pointed at the girl by his side, “what do you have there?” he asked.

The girl opened his paper slowly, slowly, and frown at the result.

“Nothing” she grumbled, feeling sad, she had thought of dare and truth, she would have proposed.

“Okay, so, the next person” Jude, pointed at the person close to the girl, that has no wish in her paper.

“True” she beamed immediately she unwrapped the paper.

“You pick anyone, you want to ask” Jude commented, she nodded, and looked around nervously, at the people present, her eyes lit up when she saw Jeame, Jeane became apprehensive, she hated the way she was squawking at Jeame.

“Are you single?”