You Don’t Have The Guts To Kill Me

Kira’s eyes came to rest on the newspaper spread open on a low glass table. She darted over and touched the armchair next to the table. It was warm. ‘He was already here, wasn’t he?’ Kira spun around and glowered at Charlotte, who blanched. Kira got the answer she wanted. She cursed under her breath and left via the window. ‘Kira, come back!’ Charlotte whisper-shouted. She didn’t dare raise her voice in case the guards outside heard her. But she couldn’t just watch Kira put her life in danger by going after Henry. Charlotte groaned as a wave of pain hit her. She clutched at her chest and struggled for breath. Kira sprinted to the carpark in time to see Henry get into a black SUV. The car pulled away. Kira fought the pain in her stomach and climbed over the fence again. She flagged down a taxi by the roadside. ‘Follow that car ahead!’ The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. ‘Are you serious?’ Kira nodded urgently. ‘Please hurry! He’s…the man took my wallet!’ The driver started