"Mrs. Curts?" he shouted, as Julia stared at him. He kept mumbling words only he knew; he glanced at the picture. Maybe Franklin was a husband or something. Eyes clocked on the laptop, and hands ran through the pages; each page gave him a good clue on what he was finding.
Mrs. Curt's hands were folded on his shoulder as Franklin placed a kiss on her cheeks in the picture. William kept on staring, more like a detective he was.
Just then, a knob pulled out. He jerked and tossed off the sofa, crawled out of the sofa, and then his eyes spied at the door. Julia wanted to say a word, but he shunned it with his fingers on her lips.
"Don't move," he whispered to her. She nodded; she knew that messing with her uncle could be the end of her damn life. William lay on the floor, eyes still fixed on the door. A man with a black jacket peered through the window.
William rushed and hid at the sofa end, while Julia sat there, eyes bowing, even though everyone could look at her from there. The man kept knocking, and the sound of the door keys kept on clicking, making a ringing tone sound.
"Mr. William." the voice echoed out. William took a deep breath, her hands on his gun and eyes at the door, the person kept on yelling his name.
And just then, the door broke. Leaving Julia screaming, she held her head while she bowed down. She stumbled onto the ground, with her hands still tied to the seat. Luckily for her, she was safe in that position, under the dining table.
William shot at the wall as the sound echoed, and his breath hitched. Julia closed her eyes, her heart pounding and her brain closing up.
"I can't do this… I can't," she muttered under her breath, with her voice shaken.
"Hey man?" Daniel shouted as William lifted up and stared at him, eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, shit! Why now?" He yelled and ground his teeth as he stared at the broken door, now there was another way for his enemies to attack, especially Mr. Anders and those he didn't know.
"What?" Daniel frowned and he walked over to William, but William waved him off, their eyes locked.
"How dare you badge into my home," William snarled.
"Oh man, relax." Daniel said, and sat on the sofa and stared around. Dust the door had caused flew down the parlor as everyone coughed out loud. The air felt so awful to inhale as William waved it off and pointed a gun at Daniel.
"Who sent you?" he yelled, but Daniel stared at him and then chuckled. "Talk now." William gunned the gun, and Julia, under the dining table, spied at them. Her hands against her mouth, she tried not to let out another gasp.
Just then, something got stuck in Julia's throat as she coughed out. Her eyes became reddish, and her hands were over her mouth, trying to puke out something. Daniel turned, eyes lingering, following the sound, and then a smile curled out; he watched Julia cough her life out.
William pretended to remain calm. He walked over to the sofa, opposite Daniel, and sat down. Not a single word had been uttered; only a hiss was shown.
"Who is she?" Daniel finally spoke as he asked William. On the other hand, William ignored the question, pulled his phone and got focused on it. Daniel knew what his friend could do; he stood up and walked over to the dining room.
William rolled his eyes as he found a way to distract him. "What are you doing?" he asked as Daniel turned and stared before walking back to the dining room. Trust me, Julia got her pants soaked, as tears dropped down her hot cheeks, and her sweaty hands supported her body on the dining table.
Daniel walked round the dining room, close to four times, before striding directly to where Julia was.
"Girl, walk the hell off there!" he sassed, even though he knew William wouldn't be happy. Julia stood up, her hands beneath her cloth as she kept on mumbling some words. Her eyes batted, she bowed down, and her hands vibrated.
"Who is she to you? My good friend." He turned to face William. He sat on the sofa, while his eyes were fixed on Daniel.
"Don't you dare harm her!" he snarled, pulling the trigger directly on Daniel. A little laugh pulled out from Daniel as it increased. "What are you doing here?" The more questions William asked him, the more Daniel found it funny and stupid.
'Is she your girlfriend? Or I forgot, you don't love young girls." He scoffed, went back to his seat, and sat down. "Man, stop staring at me that way. I'm not your enemy; I'm your friend." Daniel lifted his hands as he waved in defeat.
"How did you untangle the rope?" William raised his brown eyes as he asked Julia; he recalled tying her up just some minutes ago, and now she had been set free.
"Uncle…I felt down, and the chair rope removed." She stammered as she stared at him. "Come here." William ordered. Each step she took brought fears driven down her spine; she stared at both men. Their eyes felt no shame, no fear, all living witnesses.
"I have good news." Daniel finally shouted as both Julia and William turned to face him. Their ears itched to hear more. William walked over to his friend and sat beside him.
"What's news?" He asked, folded his legs together, as Daniel did. "Relax, first of all, you would spit out who she is and why she is here." Daniel spoke.
"Oh, man, it's fine; I will. She is my niece." He finally spoke after a hiss.
"Niece?" Daniel shouted.
"Yes? What happened?" William asked. Julia, on the other end, sat on the sofa beside the window as she squeezed her body on it. Her eyes got busying staring at them.
"And you tie her up?" He clicked his tongue. "Nah, man, you aren't an uncle." Daniel scoffed as William rolled his eyes at him.
"It's a long story; please, what's the news?" William asked.
"We found out that Mrs. Olivia's body is related to the killer's fingerprint."