Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 50

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Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 50

“Not everybody thinks the same way you do,
Brenda. There are things that you can take
lightly, which someone else will never
tolerate.” “Funny enough, I thought of him this
morning,” Brenda said. “Yes, I heard you
mention his name. The dead have a way of
communicating with us, you know! Perhaps
you were having a sort of telepathic
communication.” “Do you think he might have
hurt some other girl the way he hurt me?”
Brenda asked. “I don‟t know,” replied her
roommate, “but mind you, there are other
ways he could have hurt people. He might
have done something more than breaking
hearts.” “Yes.” Brenda remembered how bitter
she had felt when she heard that Benjamin
had gotten another girl pregnant. He never
even showed any remorse. “Some part of me is
trying to tell me right now that he deserved to
die!” she suddenly vented. “Brenda!” “I know I
shouldn‟t, but….”
She helplessly raised both hands. “I guess
sometimes we can‟t help thinking this way,
especially after what he had put me through.

One part of me is sorry, the other part is not.”
“Brenda, I understand your feelings, but we
are not better than people who hurt us when
we think like this. We must do our best to
delete such thoughts from our minds,” Jane
warned her. “What a mysterious way to die!”
Brenda wondered out loudly, but quickly
shrugged off the thought of Benjamin. “It‟s
really unfortunate, but I won‟t allow it to spoil
my evening since there is nothing I can do
about it. I will call his younger sister whenever
I get the chance, but for now, I am going to
celebrate all the way!” They both entered the
bedroom to prepare for the evening.

Jane thanked God that things were beginning
to shape up in Brenda‟s life. She did not even
mention Cain‟s name. This new job was surely
going to change many things in her life for
the better! * * * “What is your next move now
that you have succeeded in eliminating Glen?
What exactly do we do about the gang? We
must act swiftly before they get disorganized,”
Allen said to Nimrod as he zipped his pants.
He had just finished a vulgar session of s-x
with the dead girl inside and had tied up her
corpse in a body bag full of sand before
dressing up and coming out to meet Nimrod.

His boss was sitting on one of the raffia
chairs outside the new house he had rented
for them. It had a small compound with a very
beautiful view. The compound was
sophisticated and had beautiful flowers and
fruit trees planted all around it. The two men
sat sipping bottles of beer for some time.

Nimrod was almost through with his and
needed more. This was his third bottle and he
was getting tipsy. “Yes,” Nimrod answered.

“You will organize a meeting for this evening
after you must have dumped the package; I
will take care of the rest.” Allen liked Nimrod‟s
confidence. With Nimrod‟s presence, he was
beginning to visualize a new beginning for the
gang. „The Shepherds,‟ he liked the name as
well. “What do you have in mind for Michael?”

Nimrod smiled mischievously. “I am saving
the best for the last. Let us leave that for now
and concentrate on getting the gang settled.”

He looked at his watch. It was just a few
minutes past 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon.

“Let‟s go inside, I want to take an extra bottle
and lie down for awhile before we go out in
the evening.”

Allen stood up and they both walked into the
house. He quickly turned the television on
while Nimrod went to the fridge. The news was
on and the newscaster was talking about
Glen‟s murder. The murder scene was briefly
described; Nimrod‟s image was displayed as
the suspect. The newscaster went further to
inform the public that a lady witness was in
the ceiling when the crime was committed; she
saw it all. They knew everything about Nimrod
because his data and past was accurately
given. “S--t!” he exclaimed. “That fool had a
lady in that room!” “Oh my God,” Allen said
softly. He instantly became scared. Being
caught by the cops was the worst thing that
could ever happen to him now. “What do we
do now? Even the gang will be furious if they
find out that you killed their leader.” “No, they
won‟t, Allen. They know I am their main leader
and Glen has always been a fake. They know
that Glen will one day be done away with, but
the cops will now double their efforts to get
me due to this revelation. S--t!” Nimrod‟s
head wanted to explode. S--t. He had made a
very stupid mistake.

He could have known that Glen wouldn‟t stay
alone in the house at that hour. Otherwise, he
would have gone out to have some fun. Now,
with the cops looking for him and his poster
everywhere, his movement would be restricted.

This meant he must stay low for a while or
even leave town. „What about Michael?‟ he
thought. If he went into hiding, Michael could
slip away, especially if he had heard the news
as well. No! Michael must not go free! He
must pay dearly for what he had caused him
to go through in the last four years whether
cops were looking for him or not! He looked
up at Allen who was already shivering in fear,
“I will have to act while the iron is hot.” “I…

I don‟t understand. What do you mean?” “I
mean, we will go for Michael immediately!”
“When?” Allen asked, thinking that Nimrod had
gone crazy. “Today!”

“But Linus hasn‟t sent in the pictures of those
undercover agents guarding him, besides every
cop in town must now be looking for you!” “I
know what to do. I will find a way before
nightfall!” He stood up. “I am going to take a
nap.

Once I wake up, we will go to Michael‟s home
so make sure you get those pictures from
Linus before evening!” He walked up to Allen,
who was shaking in fright. “Stick with me and
you won‟t regret it. We will surely escape this
and after that, you will be surprised at my
next move. Just don‟t do anything stupid or
you will spoil it all. Trust me, I have got
plans.” And with that, he turned to leave the
sitting room. The news was on about a
murdered girl some anglers had found in the
river days ago and Nimrod quickly turned to
his second-in-command in consternation. “You
fool!” he snarled. “You forgot to tie her to a
heavy rock?” “It was a mistake, really!

Won‟t
happen again, trust me!” meekly replied Allen
with fear. As he said this, he could hear
another announcement declaring him wanted
as well. His only hope was to trust Nimrod‟s
sagacity. He knew that once Michael was
killed, Nimrod would come back to his senses
and his thinking would become normal and
focused. * * * They were enjoying their dinner
in a quiet restaurant very close to their home
when Brenda stopped eating.

Then she felt like she was going to faint.

“What is the matter?” Jane inquired, recalling
that Brenda had acted exactly this same way
the day before. She had been very glad that
Benjamin‟s demise had not affected Brenda‟s
mood, but she was beginning to feel very
uncomfortable with Brenda‟s sickly behavior.

“Are you okay?”
No response was forthcoming from Brenda.

Jane noticed that her friend was losing
balance and rushed to hold her before she
could fall to the ground. She helped Brenda
into the ladies‟ room amidst embarrassing
stares from the other guests in the restaurant.

Brenda was both weak and restless. She
seemed to be in a trance and her body was
reacting to something Jane could not
understand. Her breathing was heavy, but
after a few minutes, she calmed down. “Oh,
Jane!” she complained. “I‟m so weak!”
Her friend allowed her to lean on her while she
regained her strength. “Perhaps you should
see the doctor, this is getting out of hand o!”

Jane advised. “It is okay; I am okay now.

Wow, I am so weak!” “Perhaps I should take
you home; you need rest.” “No, I think I can
manage,” Brenda said. “Are you pregnant or
something?” Brenda laughed. “I am not
pregnant, girl…how come, I keep thinking of
Derek!” she suddenly digressed. “Derek?

Does
this have something to do with Ben‟s death? I
hope you are not going to allow the news of
Ben‟s death to affect you.” “No,” was the
candid reply. “Let‟s go back and finish our
diner, I am out to have a good time, and good
time I must get.” She was now feeling
perfectly strong. She led Jane out of the
ladies‟ room. And not knowing what to say or
think, Jane followed her friend back into the
restaurant. The time was 5:58 p.m