The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman

113 A Genius

~Tamia~

I knew my idea of using Amy was crazy. It wasn't as if I trusted her, but we needed people in their ranks. It was a shame that Lilly did not take my kind gesture and chose to continue working against us. I would have spared her, but she had shown me there was nothing worth saving about her. NôvelDrama.Org content.

I attached Kappa Wilson to Amy to get all the names of the people she knows in the organisation. He was to submit the names to Sylvester when he was done.

We left the questioning room, and I linked Sylvester to find out where he was. I felt a bit tired and knew I needed to rest before drilling Annika and Olga.

"Where are you?" I asked Sylvester through the mind link.

"Still in the lounge discussing our strategy," he replied.

"I am sending you a recording of Amy's questioning. Make sure Devin and Leo are there because it involves them," I linked him, and he was silent.

I wanted to spare him the trouble of recanting whatever he learns to Devin and Leo and move on with it. It was best they heard Amy's confession so they could understand the severity of the matter.

I emailed the voice recording to Sylvester and went to my bedroom.

Linda and Avery left me to retire to theirs.

I was hungry, and I needed to take a short nap.

I shifted the questioning of Olga and Annika to the following day. As eager as I was to arrest Lilly, I did not want the idiot to know that we knew what she was playing at, but I had ordered Kappa Levi

to ensure Sofia was in a more secure cell in case some people tried to break her out.

The names were disturbing.

Glenda's father and Glenda were on the list. I wondered if Susan was a part of it too. The mention of their names made me want to look into why Susan left because the conversation between Glenda and Stephanie indicated Susan had no choice. It might be nothing, but we needed all the information we could get. Information is a weapon in an intellectual hunt, and this was an intellectual hunt.

I laid down on the bed and wondered if Sylvester had received the email and if they were listening.

"How did it go?" I heard Stephanie in my head, and it startled me a bit because she was the last person I expected to mind-link me.

"Aren't you on a date?" I asked her.

"Tamia, you know why I took him away," she said, and I giggled.

"It went well, but I am resting now," I replied.

"Anything juicy?" She asked me, and I sighed.

"She told us everything. Something like this happened during Maurice's time," I linked her.

"Yes, it did, Tamia, and that was why the guy went tyrant. He caught and slaughtered all of them," she told me, and I doubted if that was true since Amy said this king was an old man.

"I doubt he caught all of them; Amy said the Kingman isn't a young person," I said, and I heard a knock on my door. I did not need magic to know it was Stephanie.

"It's open" I linked her, feeling too lazy to get off the bed.

The person turned the doorknob, and Stephanie walked in, then came towards the bed, staring with concern.

"You need to take it easy, Tamia," she said out of concern, and I nodded and smiled.

I was trying to rest, but here she was, disturbing me and telling me I needed to take it easy. I kept my thoughts to myself and sat up in bed.

I told her all Amy told me, especially about Iris, and she gasped.

"Poor Jake, he will be broken by this," She said, feeling sorry for her new friend, and I nodded, knowing that was what would happen.

"Why would she allow herself to be used like that? The girl is ungrateful and stupid," Stephanie growled, and I nodded.

"He will have to deal with it eventually. Please let me know when they pick that Glenda bitch up," she said with so much rage that I laughed.

Learning Glenda was one of them was unsettling. She lived with us, ate, and slept in the same house. It was just upsetting. I did not know how Dominic would take it, but I knew he would not be happy.

"Do you think we can trust Amy?" Stephanie asked me, looking concerned.

"No, we can't, but I plan on using her regardless, and she seems to want to redeem herself in her son's eyes, so let's just see how much she wants to keep her life and redeem herself," I said, and she smiled.

"You tried to do the same with Lilly." She pointed out, and I sighed.

"That was a different case," I said, ashamed that I had entrusted the wrong person with an important task. I tried to brush it off.

Knowing I did not want to discuss Lilly with her, she smiled at me.

"I was thinking of what you said about the king guy coming from Maurice's time, and I disagree. It is all too easy," she said, and I was attentive.

"Sylvester is nothing like his father. Maurice was ruthless. The only reason Ramsey escaped his wrath was that Ramsey could prove his innocence beyond reasonable doubt and plead his case with the council. That was the only time Maurice hated being a lord. If he were a king, he would have executed Ramsey without a trial because he knew Ramsey worked against him.

Back to what I was trying to tell you, I do not think this person is a spillover from that time. Maybe he is surrounding himself with some of the survivors of that time, but the mode of operation is so different that it is a new person altogether. He might be young or my age, but it isn't the same people," she said, and I was surprised at how deeply Stephine was thinking.

"Anyway, the good news is Leo and Devin are on board to install Sylvester as king," I said, trying to change the topic because I wanted to rest, and she squealed.

"Unfortunately, we might have to keep the two Alphas here because these people have a target on their backs, and we do not want anything to happen to them," I said, and she frowned, not wanting to speak because I was tired and sleepy.

I played the recording of Amy's questioning for her while I closed my eyes to rest. It wasn't long after I closed my eyes that I fell asleep.

I woke up, and it was dark. Stephanie wasn't in my room, and Sylvester was sitting next to me with his computer on his lap. He seemed calm.

I managed to sit up gradually, and he looked at me and smiled.

"Sorry, I did not want to wake you," He said, closing his computer, and I smiled at him.

"How did they take it?" I asked him about the recording, and he sighed.

"Devin did not take it so well. But we have decided we will arrest everyone at the same time in two days, but they will stay in the estate in the meantime," he said.

I wasn't comfortable with his words, but I did not say anything so Sylvester would not worry. I didn't particularly appreciate Devin and Leo being in the estate. I still felt like we had unfinished business, and I did not want to face them yet. Most especially Leo.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"When will you question Amanda?" he asked me, and I had forgotten about her completely.

"I have shifted it all for tomorrow," I said, and he sighed.

"What is the matter?" I asked him.

"We are supposed to be planning our wedding, Tamia, but look at all this," he said, and I snuggled into his arms.

"Do not trouble yourself, darling. I am having fun," I told him, and he gently patted my hair.

"Marcel and Theodore suspect Jenny's son is the culprit," he said, and I looked at him.

"We all thought it was David, but now that we have found where he is living and realised he is on their list, it only comes down to Jenny's son," He said, and I asked him to elaborate.

"No commoner would wake up one day with a decision he wants to be king. This person is going after this agenda as if it is his entitlement. Calling himself a king is extreme. If it were a common person, he would have been satisfied with just putting the council in charge but going further to sack the current council and reinstate a new council while he installs himself as king speaks volumes, Tamia.

The painful part about all this is how blindly these people follow this man. It is as if they are stupid, Tamia, and I am worried about it.

We need to hunt down the guy. Whoever Jenny's son is, he is still out there, and I bet he is behind all this. I do not think he is an older person. The elderly nature of the culprit might be a deliberate characteristic to throw us off his trail.

If anything, the guy is a genius, and we should not give him too much time to recuperate after we have arrested everyone," he said with a strong determination. I knew he was right, but I wasn't eager to discard the fact that it might be a spillover from Maurice's time.