Jessica’s POV
I fell down and the last thing I saw was the guards getting hit from behind, great just my fucking luck.
“I told you not to harm her, why is her face bruised?”
“She fought back and fiercely at that”
“Why isn’t she waking up?”
“I don’t know the thing works different for everyone, so I don’t know”
I heard everything, seems like they are not trying to kill me, maybe they wanted something from me, I don’t recognise any voices but I know they meant no good, I was tied up to a chair, funny enough they had put a fucking cloth over my hands to prevent me from bruising.
“Hello Miss”
The other voice shook my shoulders in a bid to wake me up, I didn’t stir, I remained still,
“Call me when she wakes up”
“Okay sir”
I heard footsteps and then the closing of the door that led probably outside, I opened my right eye slightly to know if i can recognise where I was.
All I saw was the two thugs smoking with their back facing me, I slowly tilted my head but apart from them and me there was no one else here with us, I used the opportunity of them being distracted to look around well.
We were on a rooftop of a building, there were chairs and tables packed at the left corner further up, there wasn’t anything I could use untie myself, I have no other choice than to make them know am awake.
“Cough, Cough Cough ”
“Seems like she is coming to ”
“Go call him, I want to go home on time ”
“No only you, I wonder why she is brought here”
I listened to the two fools make stupid conclusions, I didn’t saw a thing, my head has been throbbing for a while now but it seems worse now, my shoulders pain because of the restraints.
“Well Well Well , Mrs McCartney, how are you feeling?”
The other person from before spoke up, he looked quite young at my age range, I was surprised thought it will be a middle aged or an old man, I don’t recognise him do either someone sent him or he is someone on my case without me knowing.
“I feel like a truck ran over me”
“Well that’s to be expected, you will pummeled by them big guys”
“……”
“Don’t worry, it will ease soon, just relax …”
“Cut to the chase, we know am not here for you to know how am doing or not”
“Smart as they say, that’s nice, Mrs McCartney do you like art?”
“I don’t know, I may if I see a good piece”
So that’s what this is all about, I was kidnapped by them damned members, those cowards, someone might have said something too the fools to decide to kidnap me, if I didn’t believe my guts before I do now.
“I thought you did with the way you were staring at one at the art gallery yesterday ”
“Oh you saw me? I wouldn’t lie it was a very complex art that looks like it will be sending a lot of messages if you understand it”
“Yes, the artist Mis Light Walters was a hella of an artist”
“Was?”
“Yes, she died in a accident on a rainy day, it was the company’s lose when we lost such fine specimen”
“Is that why they aren’t selling her drawings anymore?”
“Yes, she is the best we had and that painting you were drawn too was her last piece before dying, she has a blessed hands”
“Such a pity a lady like that died, she would have made the broadway with her painting ”
“That was what she applied for, she won it but wasn’t there to take it, she really died a wasteful death if only she minded her business ”
“……..”
“Good be silent, I heard you are the best in your field now Mrs McCartney?”
“Well I can’t say am best but am sure am pulling my weight ”
“Good and it will be a shame if you end up like Miss Walters did”
“Yes but am not planning on that, I plan on living a very very long life”
“Woah that’s good , then it means you are careful not to snoop into what isn’t yours?”
“I don’t snoop into what isn’t my business,, if it worth the headlines I make it my business, am a reporter you see”
“Yes that good and I heard they don’t have the long life span you are looking for”
“Well there are exceptions like me ”
“That’s a good fate you have there, it’s nice to be positive even when tied up like that”
I don’t know who the heck he is and this word games he is playing but if that’s what he wants no problem, they believe I saw something from the painting, they are fools, if I didn’t have a conviction before I do now because they are indeed hiding something.
“Now let’s come down to business, what do you know about Miss Walters painting at the gallery?”
“Is there something I should know about it? You are making me curious, was it stolen? Is that why I was taken?”
“Am amazed by your smartness, you spent more time on the fucking painting, staring intensely at it like you are onto something ”
“Is that why you are suspecting me? Like I said it was a mysterious painting, I was intrigued by it but I can’t steal it, it was too big and it isn’t for sale too”
“Hhahahhahahahahh”
After that maniac laughter, he left me there and went inside, I was dehydrated and my shoulders hurt a lot from the binding, my sockets feels like it will be removed at any slightest touch, my shoulder blades feels so tired and hurts like hell.
I hope they have found me, I had no choice than to swallow the tracker, hope it can be removed later on without surgery.