So cool about it?
Liz had struck the first hit back. How was Carey going to avoid her because Liz knew where he stayed and worked, making it easier for her to hit at him?
"The city has rejected me. I can't stay here," he said, but he couldn't go back to his ancestral home to awaken the dead ghosts.
He would never, he had vowed.
Arnold was at the children's home looking at their newest addition. The baby was cute, and he suddenly had a desire to have such a baby.
'I will talk to Val about it today. It's time we had our own,' he thought to himself.
Mercy came over. She had dedicated her full life to the children's home.
She wasn't in any relationship and didn't want kids of her own because she felt that she already had more than enough.
"How is she?" Mercy asked.
"Good so far. The nurses haven't noticed anything strange," Arnold answered.
"Did you find anything in the files you were going through?" Mercy asked.
"I haven't checked them since I discovered this young bundle of joy and almost forgot about Carina. Let's go, and we can go through the files together," Arnold said, leaving the child under the care of the nurse present there.
They got to Arnold's office. He retrieved the file he had been looking at and placed it on the table, and Mercy pulled it towards her.
She opened a few pages, read through for a while, then not finding anything new, she pushed the file aside, but she had done it with a lot of force that instead of being on the table, the file fell down, and the pages flew open.
Mercy's eyes landed on the torn pages.
"What?" She asked.
Her eyes were as big as sockets from being shocked. She bent down to pick the file and opened the torn page, and looked at Arnold, expecting an explanation, but he was too shocked to talk.
He quickly pulled the file towards him to carefully look as if he would see something different.
"I don't understand what is going on here. Where are some pages?" Mercy asked.
"I don't know. This file has been in my office all along. How did some pages go missing?" Arnold asked, answering a question with a question.
"I should be asking you that. You had these files."
Arnold felt his knees become weak. The file had been locked in his cabinet. He didn't tear the pages, so who had?
No one else had access to his office except himself and Mercy. Could she be the one? No, it couldn't.
She didn't stand to gain anything personally from the files, so why would she steal them?
He sat down on the chairs and blankly stared before him.
"This is being negligent, Mr. Young," Mercy said. "I didn't do this, and you claim you didn't as well. Whom did you let into your office?"
"No one. No one has the keys. I always have it with me."
"If you didn't do it, which I trust, then someone did. How many times have you been out of here today?"
"Two or three times," Arnold replied, "All on all occasions, I left the place closed."
"Ok. We will find out about that. With what has just happened, I am convinced that Carina needs medical attention. She has a problem. I will book her into a hospital," Mercy said.
"Thank you for being so cool about it," Arnold said humbly.
"I'm not cool about it. I just trust that you have nothing to do with all that. I hope you won't prove me wrong. You just have to find out who is behind the schemes," Mercy said, then walked out.
Cheryl got to her parents' one evening to find a new and strange car into their compound. The place seemed quiet, and there was no sign of anyone.
She drove further into the compound and stopped at a safe distance as a measure of security to see if anything strange would happen.
Carey was in the car, and he had seen someone drive into the compound but stay at a distance.
He waited for a while, but when Cheryl didn't come down, he did instead.
He walked towards her car, and when she saw him, she breathed out a sigh of relief she had been holding.
"Hey, am Carey. Karen's boyfriend," Carey said.
Cheryl stepped out of the car and stretched her hand in greeting.
She then said she knew him and welcomed him into the house, but he declined to say that he wanted to see Karen.
"She isn't here," Cheryl said.
"Not here? Where is she then?" Carey asked. "Did she go out? When will she be back?"
"She didn't go out. She doesn't stay here," Cheryl explained, and when she saw the surprise on Carey's face, she added, "You don't know? Haven't you spoken to her?"