CHAPTER EIGHTY : IN HIS DRUNKEN STATE

~FRANK~ The pain I felt was excruciating, and slowly, I fell on my knees to the ground, groaning silently while my palm remained on the affected area. It was like I was pierced with something that had a sharp edge. At first, I thought I was stabbed, but raising my hand to my back, I couldn't get hold of any knife, and then it dawned on me that I'd been shot and the bullet rammed into my back. I immediately turned to see who did such, but surprisingly, there wasn't anyone around. I wasn't with my gun else I would have fired up, so I was left with the pain that plagued me. My gaze landed on a small white sheet of paper, flying with the breeze blowing,, and I stretched out my hand to get it. Luckily, I was able to, and without hesitation, I looked to check the paper's content. It had a short note written in it. ‘This is just the tip of the iceberg' was all in it, and though I was in pain, I scoffed. The words were only eight in number, but its gravity was more alarming. “Who could t