The Bogeyman; the tale of a man and his death list

Chapter 20(The prime suspect)

By the time Tana and Oliver were out, Arthur and his father were nowhere to be seen. “Where are there?” Tana asked, disappointment etched on her face. 

“I have sent them away,” Redmond replied casually.

Tana and Oliver were struck and stunned by his confession. “Sent away? Why?” Oliver managed to breakout from the spell

“ It is not them that we need to forgive, it is Grandpa Bruce. They may have played their part but he was the one that took the decision.”

By the time he was done, Tana and Oliver's ears felt like it was being peeled by what sounded like a chaotic thunderstorm.

The thought of Grandpa before their door was literally impossible to initiate. It was a suicide mission and it was high time to breakout from his delusions.

She may have been impressed by his smart moves earlier but this was wishful thinking and should be aborted without hesitation.

Oliver couldn't believe his ears either. He had shuddered at the mention of Grandpa Bruce, a name that sickens and terrifies him.

Oliver stared at his mother and then turned towards Redmond, “And since when is he allowed to make decisions for us?” His face wore a grim countenance in a flash. 

Oliver was never fond of Redmond. His presence always reminded him of the man he ought to be. Earlier, he was angered, well better off to say that he was jealous and envious of his ability to stand strong before individuals that have tormented his very existence.

“Is this one of your brave moves? Do you think Grandpa will ever step foot here?” Tana chuckled bitterly, “Grandpa never leaves the mansion. In his words, only the highly revered Auster Villa can ever grace his presence.” 

Everyone in the Teleimans family knows how much he wants to level up with the first class families, people he called the elite. He has swore at a particular time never to lay his feet on any building that isn't the highly rated Auster Villa. 

Auster Villa is a dreamland for everyone. It is called heaven for a reason, as expected, the elite reside there. It has been Grandpa's sole goal to retire there. But as it stands it still remains an unattainable goal. No one from the Teleimans, not even their ancestors, have made it into the Dreamland. 

This can be accorded one of the reasons why poor Arthur fawned at Jason. He dreamed of being the first of the Teleimans to break out from the curse.

“Alright then, let's see what happens in the next forty-eight hours. You will thank me later.” He replied icily and then stepped inside leaving them gaping at him like a moron.

“What's this dude up to? Has he gone nuts?” Oliver shrieked, still rooted at the spot.

Wade family Villa

At the top of Wade villa, Livramento could be seen peering down from the glass view. He looked like one struck by the goddess of thought.

It has been a rather disastrous week for the Wade family. From losing the family head, Logan Wade to nearly at the brink of bankruptcy, all thanks to Ruth and Paulson.

The great General Livramento has been busy at the same time. He returned following years of absence at the whispers of the tragic demise of his father. 

He was inherently saddled with the sole responsibility of avenging his father's death since the first offspring of the family remains unavailable.

Everything took a steep turn when on a few days on his return his family was struck with drastic financial decline that nearly left them bankrupt. A situation believed to be caused by his stupid youngest brother, Jason and the Teleimans.

All these piled up as an avalanche that he needs to dismantle. It was a gruesome task but his determination was unwavering. He didn't become a General by signing paperwork. He was made for tasks like this.

Undeniably, finding the culprit behind his father's demise was a very daunting task but he was able to find a lead. He had tracked one of the assailants involved in the assassination of the Teleimans family fifteen years ago.

After a rough manhandle on the said person, he still maintained that no one escaped in the assignment. Determined, he ran a background check on everyone that was purported to be in the building that night.

Though the information was quite ambiguous, he was able to find something enticing. In his investigation, he found out that among the victims of the assassination, it was only Nanny Naomi that had an offspring or close relative that was absent on that night. A three year old girl.

Coincidence or not, Ruth Teleimans was the one. The same lady that left them financially incapable with a phone call. 

“Could she be the one? I must say she doesn't look at it, dear nephew.” Ms. Gena admitted as she takes another look at the splitting image of Ruth on the tabloid.

“Don't be deceived by her naive deposition. She clearly didn't do it herself.” His deep husky voice emerged as he turned towards his Aunt with his hands still inside his pockets.

“Are you saying she hired someone?” 

“Isn't it obvious? It can't be a coincidence. From the assassination to our financial decline, it has to mean something. She is either the culprit or she is connected to all this. For now she remains the prime suspect.”

Ms. Gena adjusted herself before gulping the content in the glass. She stood up and walked elegantly with a seductive poise and stood before Livramento.

She braced her breast against his firm build and snakes her hand around his neck and stared at him seductively. She leaped a little bit and kissed him before withdrawing and exhaling lightly.

“Aged and still horny, eh” Livramento coed with an alluring grin.

She chuckled lightly, “Tell me boy, have you missed me?”

“You wouldn't imagine.” He replied and then wrapped his hand around her. He drew her closer to himself and was about to kiss her when Ms. Gena placed her index finger on his lips.

“Before this, tell me, what's your plan for the girl?” She asked, her facial countenance swinged from light to dark in a flash.

“We are going to get her in an unexpected position and make her pay dearly with her blood.” He said in a grave tone before giving way for a foxy smile.