She was taking a sip from her espresso, her eyes were focused on the pile of papers held in her hand, she paused for a moment and kept her cup on the small table that was placed in front of her chair and picked a highlighter to mark the point. Reading again the lines she has highlighted she rests her back on the chair and engrossed herself in reading the pile.
“Abigail” she snapped, when Sebastien pulled the chair from her side and sat on it
“Did you find details?” she asked him the moment he sat giving him a glance before continuing her work
“No,” Sebastien said to her tiredly, looking at the floor
Abigail set her glasses on her small and straight nose, and rest the papers on her thighs she shifts her gaze on him
“How is it possible that you couldn’t find any details of that person, not any call trace even?” Abigail was not happy after listening no from him and didn’t bother to hide
“Whoever is the person he definitely knows how we work he has the understanding of structure we use to trail any person” Sebastien being in the detective department, having access to all devices was unable to find the person who keeps calling his colleague once in every week asking information about Abigail
“You want to say the person belongs to the same field as you?” Sebastien shrugged his shoulder at Abigail’s question 
“Don’t you have any doubt on anyone that you think could be behind you?” Abigail shook her head
“I wish I could get any hint” there was silence after that. Both have nothing to say about this anymore. When Dylan’s raspy voice took their attention, Abigail raised her eyebrows at him
“What happened Dylan?” Dylan took deep breaths to bring back his heartbeat to its proper rhythm
“Chloe, her mother received a call” the words that left his mouth were enough to make Abigail and Sebastien leave their places swiftly
“What they said to her?” this time Sebastien was one to ask, but Dylan didn’t answer him, he had a pained expression on his face


Case Solved

With every punch, she was punching on a punching bag, to release her anger, and the thundering noise that created made Blake wince. He tried to stop her, but before words formed, another punch shrank him; Blake covered his ear by inserting his index finger inside his ear to protect his hearing. 


Feeling helpless, he saw the time on his smartwatch, waiting impatiently for any one of their group members to come and stop her, or else his hearing would get affected today, or his heart would get weakened. 


Abigail was covered in sweat dripping down from her face and other body parts, her hair getting sweaty and stuck on her cheeks and neck. 


Continuously punching for more than half an hour, her rage didn't subside. 


Grinding her teeth, she punched most rigidly this time and hit the bag by her leg. She removed her gloves, throwing them without looking anywhere; she took deep breaths holding her knees for balance. 


The voice of her heartbeat was loud enough to be heard from every corner of the room. She kept her eyes closed to steady herself. 


Blake released a relaxed breath, "Thank God. I won't have survived if it lasted a little longer." 


She ignored him completely when Chloe and Kimberly dashed into her room, which was built for her to keep her work private, and only specific people were allowed to enter. 


"Abigail, have you gone mad?" Chloe yelled at her the moment she stepped into the room; Kimberly went to her and held Abigail's hand to check for the level of injuries she had given herself. 


"How did you know I am here?" releasing her hand from Kimberly's hold, she asked them, picking a towel to clean her face and hand from sweat. 


"Blake sent us your video," Kimberly said to her recovering first aid box from the cupboard. Abigail glanced at Blake, arching her brow. 


"Care to explain, Mr. Blake, why to call them.” A sheepish smile crept on Blake's lips with the pointed look she gave him. 


"I just got afraid," Blake said to the girls rubbing his hand at the back of his head. Kimberly and Chloe smiled at him, but Abigail rolled her eyes at his stupidity. 


"Tell us why so furious. Did you hear any news that upset you so badly?" Chloe asked Abigail, stopping her from scolding Blake for his silliness. Kimberly looked at her questioningly; Blake's curiosity increased, and curiosity killed the cat. Blake gets near the girls to listen; Abigail takes advantage; using her long legs, she kicks him on the leg. 


"Owww," Black backed away due to pain holding his calf in hand, shouting at her. 


"Same here," Abigail said with a smirk on her face. 


"Enough now, tell what you heard?" Kimberly did her dressing on injuries on knuckles, keeping the box at the side, she asked Abigail with a stern face. 


"The murderer belongs to my mother's family." grimace on her face, she informed them. They were shocked by the news; Chloe was first coming back to her senses. 


"I'm sorry" These were the only words she could say to her. Abigail just nodded to her. 


"What will you do now? It's another country we are talking about." Blake asked, thinking about how they would deal. 


"They kicked my mother out from home, ended every relationship with her, and later killed her." Her voice trembled, and tears welled in her eyes; all looked at her with pain in their eyes 


She stood, her hand fisted, "I will not leave whoever is behind her accident. I will get that murderer. I will go to France, where evidence is hidden, where the murderer lives peacefully." 


She hit her dressed hand fist on a punching bag; her voice filled with fury, " Whoever you are, I'm coming to you; watch Your Back."


I'm Coming To You!