Lover To Nemesis

Moments after the induced confession, Serge packed his bag in a haste at his residence. He kept on pulling the curtain gently and peeking through the window in the light- starved room. The door to his bedroom slowly opened and Kilogram emerged with a gun in his hand. For a jiffy, he stood there and watched Serge as hurried on getting essentials together. The gunny was stealthy. It was as if he was never there until he made mention, “Boss.”

Serge, without looking back, responded promptly, “We have been made. Some lady blew my cover at the hotel. By now, the police should know that I killed Ivy. They should be on my tail.”

Kilogram gave a nodded and wondered, “Any intel on the lady?”

“Nothing. Nothing I can put a finger on,” Serge said. “I suspect she's Ivy's friend. But I don't have any information about her. I have never seen her before. Yet she knows a lot about me.”

Kilogram probed further, “Do you still have Ivy's phone?”

“No.” Serge shook his head gently. “It’s still with the damn