Chrissavio's Writeups

 Chapter 7  August 11, Monday  12:23 pm  Micheal stopped short and turned back, sensing a new ray of hope. Andrew drew a short breath as if remembering the incident was painful. "It happened two weeks before Master's death. I was serving his supper before bed. However, Master took just three bites and said he was full. I did not insist more, as he is a man of great temper, which you may know." Said the servant. Micheal knew he was. The Lieutenant used to get angry with him several times for petty reasons. "The Lieutenant returned to his private study and as custom, he stayed there till midnight. Since he is in poor health with Tuberculosis, I took his daily medicines to the study. As I let myself in, instead of reading his novel Crime and Punishment or writing a letter to his nephew Lilia, He was frantically writing something on a piece of parchment. The minute I came in, he stopped writing, rolled the paper, and threw it in the fires. He did not seem to hesitate to ...

Chapter 6  August 11, Monday  11:56 am  A microphoned voice popped out from somewhere. "Good Morning, this is the estate of John Mathews. Can I help with anything?" said the voice. "We are FBI agents," Paul said and looked at Bryan examining a bush. "We would like to inspect this estate." "Certainly." The voice said as the gates opened. Two lanes of a fountain lay beside each side the entrance was covered with beautiful white tiles. An angel with a scroll was situated on top of the fountain shooting water down from the mouth. Martin said something to Paul inaudible to Micheal and both started laughing. This was something, Micheal never understood. Half an Hour ago, they had argued about climbing a mountain, now they share jokes and laugh at it. How they were able to recover so quickly, Micheal never knew. Paul and Bryan went to the right side of the estate while Micheal and Martin when to the left. Micheal started looking for the number to see if...