Abigayle's word.

CHAPTER THREE 2:45pm, Thursday. “How is our subject?” a husky masculine voice said over the receiver.  “Stubborn”, she had the phone cradled between her jaw and her right shoulder “I’m getting tired but it’s actually sweet though…the way he loves the bitch! He’s a good guy” she took out a Nutella jar from the fridge and transferred the phone to the other ear. “Don’t get distracted, he has what we want” the voice said. She crossed over to the other room, drew the metal chair and sat down; scooping a generous amount of ice cream in her mouth she looked intently at the wall plastered with pictures in black and white of Morgan and Brendan and newspaper clipping. “Is he going to get hurt? Will he come out of this unscathed?” a minute trace of concern in her voice. The man at the other end of the line repeated . “He has access to something we want. He might be collateral damage, don’t get attached” He yelled anger welling up inside him. “Okay! I get it!” she sighed, he’s ...

CHAPTER    TWO A week before… “He doesn’t know anything, I would know if he did, he’s not capable of this He…he avoids   even the slightest confrontations” she spoke into the receiver, pacing up and down the bedroom. “yeah but I work with him   and how would you know? Besides who else would do this to me?” she rolled her eyes, making a mental list of all the possible culprits, “to me? ” she repeated shaking   her head in disbelief “-to us”   he corrected, realizing how insensitive it was since they were both being blackmailed. “he hasn’t changed, he still looks at me the same way he did the first time we met, lives his life routinely, I’m telling you I’d know, he wouldn’t go through so much trouble, he’d come out straight and ask me or just leave…” she said trailing off with a sigh. She looked out the window. “ well, I swear I’m gonna make his life hell,   and if he’s the one doing this, I’m calling the cops” he sounded so angry over the pho...