Kristopher

I gazed down at my watch, it was a few hours to my flight. Nothing would refresh me more than a sip of cold beer. I couldn't sleep a wink, I was tired but my insomnia was kicking in. It didn't happen very often, once in a while but I always slept very late but would be the first to wake.

It was the dead of night and any little sound made a great deal of noise, including my slides tapping on the ceramic stairs as I walked downstairs.

Alongside with being unable to sleep, I've been very stressed and this passed few days haven't been the best. I haven't been myself of late.

I yawned, pulling out the beer from the fridge, opening it and taking a big gulp. I was right, it was very refreshing. The cold, bitter liquid burned down my throat.

I made my way to one of the white sofas lying in the sitting room.

I wonder if Micah is asleep

The thought crept into my head.

"The Fuck do I care?" I mumbled taking a sip of the beer.

She was the most stubborn, restless, childish, obnoxious, obstinate ladies I knew, I knew a lot of horrible ladies in my past but none like her.

My mind suddenly wandered to the incidence today. I saw him. Bryson.

That didn't make any sense. Why would he be here? How does he know Micah?

He's obviously here for a reason. Bryson doesn't just walk into your life. He could destroy everything I've worked for. He could destroy the name I've worked hard to give myself. He could never work for anything, just the fragile son his parents always loved.

"Shit!" I groaned staring down at the droplets of red liquid rolling down my hand to the floor. Blinded by rage, I twisted the beer can so tight, it sliced my palm.

"This is all Bryson's fault!" I stood up from the white sofa before I got any blood on it.

Coming back from the restroom, with a now bandaged right hand, I noticed my phone ringing, it was an unknown number and I wondered if it could be Bryson again. I answered the call waiting for the caller to speak first.

"Hello?" I heard from the other side.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for a Kristopher Lyon?"

Hmm

"What business do you have with him?"

"Can you put him on the line?"

I exhaled loudly before speaking.

"This is him." My voice sounded much deeper in the night.

"Good day sir." He paused, maybe waiting for a reply. He didn't get any. "My name is Keith Andrew."

"Okay?''

"I'm the lead investigator for the murder of Camille Condo."

I swear, my heart stopped beating for a minute. I had forgotten about this.

"Would you mind if we meet tomorrow? I would like to ask you a few questions and cannot say it over the phone."

"I have a business trip in a few hours, you'd have to reschedule."

"Sir, I'm sorry but you cannot leave the country. You are a suspect in the murder case of a very respected celebrity. I understand you guys had an intimate relationship but you are a suspect. This is the law and nobody is above it."

"So what now? You're taking me to the police station?" My anger sipped into my voice, my tone was very intimidating.

"Only if I have enough evidence against you. For now, you have to stay in the country till the investigation is over."

"Just great!" My sarcasm was very noticeable.

"If it's convenient for you, we can meet tomorrow."

"It isn't. But as a suspect, I don't have a choice, do I?" I rose my brows. He was silent. I ended the call.

I needed a fucking break but unfortunately, we suspects don't get that. I guess my trip is postponed.

I called my secretary to let our partners know.

This was just fucking great! A trip I'd been planning for days. Hell, when those murderers are caught, I'll make them pay myself.

**

3:00am in the morning and I hadn't slept a wink. My mind seemed to keep wandering to Camille's messages. I sat up from the bed, pulling my phone from the nightstand, she didn't deserve any of this.

I reread every one of Camille's messages to me that night. I tried to imagine how frightened she was, her last thought before her final breath. She didn't mean much to me, but still, just enough to make my heart ache after her death. If I'd at least responded to her texts or picked her calls, maybe she'd still be alive. Not to talk of the child she was carrying that was possibly mine. I don't even know how I would have reacted to the news. I never liked children, they were always too loud, stubborn and messy.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, massaging it slowly as my back rested on the bed. My phone screen lit up in my hands as I stared at a message from Micah.

Micah Harlan
Have a safe trip sir!
                                            -3:23AM

A small chuckle escaped my lips, I was tempted to tell her that my journey had been postponed but I didn't. I was tempted to leave her message on read but I didn't.

You
Of course I will.
                                           -3:23AM

This past week had been something else. The contract had been extended and it'll do both of us good a few days away from each other.