Chapter Eight

"...As a 911 emergency call came in at twelve am earlier this morning. The body of Tracy Jenkins, a blonde woman in her thirties who's related to Christie Jenkins, was found in her living room, with a gun shot wound on her chest. According to Christie, she had died on the spot after two men gunned her down... It's back to you Jacob"

Abby stares wide eyed at the screen, shock and fear washing over her. They had killed Tracy, that meant they were still looking for her. She collapses back into the sofa, numb.

"Are you okay?" Simon asks, his eyes fixed on her. "I'm alright." " Well you don't look okay, " he presses further. "It doesn't matter if I look okay or not, I said I am and that's all you need to believe," she snaps suddenly feeling pissed off. He was pushing her to the edge and she wasn't liking it.