Chapter 300

I Have a Confession to Make

Brian was fidgety.

Fred hung up.

Brian stared into the space gaping and having goose pimples ravage his entire body. He returned his gaze upon his phone, scrolled down to the number once again, still lost in the thought of who called him.

“How can it be? Fred? Alive?” Brian said within himself, wondering with his hand on the jaw, “But I killed him. What the fuck is happening? I killed him, packaged his corpse and dumped it into the lake. Yes I did it. I made sure he wasn’t alive. What is happening oh my God! No!”

He dialed the number, his hand trembling while he waited for the voice to come up again. This can’t be Ella’s husband,” Brian said impatiently, breathing hard, almost panicky as his heart beat thudded within his chest. The entire room rotated before his eyes as he recalled the number. But there was no response. He gnashed his teeth and shut his eyes in pain and the replay of how he killed Fred at the time flashed in