CHAPTER 12 (HELL?)

HELL?

Immediately, Clarke's phone rings, and he picks it up hastily. He slowly walked away from the TV to avoid noise interruption, and Rachel followed him closely like the call was meant for both of them.

"Morning, sir," a feminine voice greeted, and it caused Rachel to strain her ears.

"Yes, Stacy, is something wrong?"

"Stacy? Who's Stacy? "Do I have to kill another person?" She thought.

Clarke noticed Rachel's sudden interest and angrily put the call on speakerphone. The way her husband reacted made Rachel realize there was no cause for worry.

"Uhm, sorry to call you, but the police officers are here again," she replied.

"I'll be there shortly."

He hung up and rushed to get ready for work.

Rachel stared at him for a while, deciding whether to ask why the police had been there before, like she didn't know, or to act like she didn't care.

She feared Georgia had been found.

"Why were the police in your office before?" "And why am I just finding out?" She asked, pretending to be surpr