Free Twisted Times: Son of Man (Twisted Times Trilogy Book 1) by Vincent de Paul Page A

                            Full of tension did she jerkily release me.
                            I had an anticipatory stare of "I love you"
                            Words she said always after such kissing.
                            Then she spoke what I was sure would be
                            Words I never thought were in her diction.
                            Still rooted to where we had stood kissing
                            Her bullet-voice hit me long after she's gone
                            Ricocheting and reverberating deep inside
                            That "better never again" see each other;
                                What a romantic goodbye?
 
    Below the poem was what Kate wanted to tell me; words that hit me like the bullet that hit Terry Malcolm in the poem ricocheting and reverberating deep inside: I aborted our baby.
     

CHAPTER 35
     
     
     
    Kate’s E-mail was still raw in me. My child, my blood, was no longer inside her. She had aborted my kid while she, if my memory served me right, was a pro-choice antagonist. From my youngest years till that moment I had never seen such a God-fearing girl like her. Her family was staunch Catholic just like Mom.
    Her father was the chairman of the Catholic Men Association (CMA) while her mother was the Chairlady of the Catholic Women Association (CWA) and a devote member of the Catholic women devotional group of St. Anna.
    Kate herself practically grew up in the church and was a liturgical procession dancer. That was one thing that made me love her even more. It was her holier-than-thou smokescreen life that made me have the notion that she was the girl my heart wanted. I knew from the start that she was exceptional and she was going to make a good woman in her adulthood.
    Everything in me was a haze of thoughts – Kate, the aborted baby, the yet to come night’s job, home, and the whole elegiac prose of the life I was living.
    I checked my Philip Persio waterproof wrist watch that I had bought immediately I received my first cheque. It was a   Chrono alarm two-in-one watch, with a digital part at the foot of the analogue. It was already past eight p.m. – time to join other vampires for the hunt. We expected to find some stumbling blocks on the way today – guards – but we were to go on with the mission no matter what.
    At last the time came. There was no more of Kate on my mind. It was all business.
    We managed to retrieve the casket without much ado, but as we tried to get it over the three-foot-tall wall topped with metallic art work of coastal style decoration, Arnold tripped over and fell on the ground, the spades he was carrying clattering against each other undoubtedly waking any light sleeper.
    The guards awoke and swarmed to us.
    With the agility of a deer that has known it has met its fate with the hunter we helped carry the casket to the waiting pick-up truck where Dick was waiting to drive us away. We put the coffin in the back of the pick up early enough for Arnold to get in front before the Securicor guards caught up with us. But they were late, Dick sped off at full pelt.
    This day, we had travelled from Nairobi to Nakuru to attend the burial ceremony of a certain businessman who had been killed by armed robbers while leaving one of his chain stores in Nairobi. Not our handiwork. Though his original home was Eldoret he had bought a ten-acre piece of land in Lanet, Nakuru, from a man called Abdirahaman behind the Armed Forces Training College. It was Arnold’s job to collect such information before embarking on any business in a new area. He was the intelligence officer of Mavis. 
    We spent the day at the Club Taidy’s in Nakuru while Jack attended