Hey My Beautiful Readers,
Here's the next part to the story, I really hope this one will be liked too. Again, this is not my original idea, it solely belongs to the original writer.
Chapter 2
She realized the only person she could trust now was herself, but what was she going to do? She wasn't rich so she couldn't just up and leave the country secretly. She had very little cash on her and she knew they could trace her if she used her credit card. She also knew that if she called anyone she would have to use one of the cell phones you could buy in most department stores so the call couldn't be traced. She thanked Allah for giving her the brains to watch a lot of those crime scene shows on TV, she knew what not to do to keep from being traced. It was almost eleven o'clock and still no one had showed up to check on the men. She knew time was running out and hurried to the bedroom to change into some clean clothes. She folded the dirty clothes she had just taken off and put them into the dresser so it would look like they hadn't been worn, grabbing an extra pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt she then headed back up to the attic to wait.
She stood back from the window so she couldn't be seen from the outside but still be able to see the long drive that led up to the house. About a half hour later, she saw a car coming up the drive. Two men got out of the car and headed towards the house. Zoya crawled back into the cubby hole and quietly waited. She could hear their voices downstairs, then she heard someone coming up into the attic. She sat very still making sure that she wouldn't make any noise that might give away her hiding place
"I'm telling you, she was here, she hadn't been moved, at least to my knowledge she hadn't. She probably got away while your men were busy killing everybody downstairs. Zoya had heard that voice before but she couldn't put a face to it.
"We better leave and make the call, it will look suspicious if no one checks on this place. Get your men to come back tonight after dark and have them search the woods again. No, forget that, they might leave guards here tonight. We will just have to think of another way to find her."
She heard them climbing back down the ladder. A few minutes later she heard the car engine start up. She crawled out of the little hiding space and went to the window to see that both men were in the car backing down the driveway.
She didn't have much time, she knew someone was going to be sent to check on the men shortly and she needed to be gone before they came. She was going to have to change her appearance, of that she was positive. She knew the only way she could get away from here quickly was to use the car that the men had used to drive her up here. She went down and knew she had to go through Ali's pant pockets to find the keys to the car and felt sickened once again that this man had lost his life because of her. Once she had the keys, She grabbed her purse and the extra set of clothes then ran to the garage to get the car out. She hoped it would be some time before someone noticed that there was no car there before they put out an all points bulletin on it. She saw a ball cap hanging on a hook in the garage and grabbed it. She piled her long black hair up under the cap then backed out of the garage, she ran back out to go close the garage door and hurried as fast as she could.
She made sure she obeyed the speed limit not wanting to get pulled over and possibly get found out. She drove to the next town, in the opposite direction of the police station where she had been given over to the three men who had died trying to protect her. Her mind was working overtime, trying to figure out her next move. She realized she had to get rid of the car first. A few miles down the road She saw the signs for a hospital and headed in that direction. Parking the car in one of the ramps she walked back down to the main road from where she took off on foot to find the nearest store where she could purchase some hair dye, sunglasses and a phone.
She had only walked about a half mile down the business area when she saw the huge K-Mart sign up ahead. She figured if she had stopped into one of the smaller stores along the way, someone would be more likely to remember her. She hoped her chances of not being remembered in a busier store would give her the time she needed to decide what her next move would be. She made her purchases then left to find a cheap motel. It was going to be a big waste of what little money she was left wirh, but she didn't have any other choice. She only had a little over a hundred dollars on her after she had bought the things at K-Mart.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her long black hair was now just long enough to come almost to the top of her shoulders and she had coloured them honey brown. She had activated the cell phone she had purchased with a twenty dollar phone card then picked up the phone book on the bedside table and began looking through the yellow pages for a private detective. She found one in the yellow pages who's listing said he was bonded and state licensed. She dialed the number and was surprised when she heard a deep young voice on the other end of the line. "Asad Ahmed Khan". Zoya felt her heart race at the sexiness of his voice. Taking in a deep breath to calm her heart of the nervousness She told him what she needed. She didn't give him any other information telling him she would explain when they met. He told her he would be in his office for another hour and would wait for her. She checked the address that was listed in the phone book and knew she would never be able to walk that far in that short of time. His office was located on the far side of town.
"Look I don't have a car and I don't dare call a cab, could you please meet me outside of the tenth street park?"
Asad was intrigued by the caller, he could hear the fear in her voice and knew that whatever it was that had her so frightened was real. He asked her how he would recognize her and told her that he would be there in twenty minutes. He told her what he was wearing so that she would know it was him when he came to the park. Zoya quickly cleaned up the room, wiping her fingerprints off of everything she had touched. She grabbed the small garbage bag she had taken out of the small can in the bathroom then headed out the door. Ten minutes later, she was sitting on one of the park benches waiting for the detective to arrive. She had tossed the garbage bag into one of the trash containers in the park that had her hair that she had cut and the contents of the dye box. She left nothing to tie her to ever being in the motel room. Nervously sitting in a far corner, she looked around waiting for him. She saw a man walking in her direction and her heart picked up pace due to the fear she felt for her life. As he came closer She recognized the man from his description as he walked towards her. He was tall, around six foot she guessed. He must be around thirty or so with chocolate brown hair. When he stood in front of her she could see that his eyes were a warm shade of chocolate. He was extremely good looking she couldn't help but notice.
"Hello, I'm Asad Ahmed Khan," he introduced himself offering her his hand.
"Zoya Farooqui," she said shaking his hand.
Zoya Farooqui, the woman who's face was plastered all over the evening news. She had changed her looks he noticed. The woman's picture on TV was of a woman in her mid twenties, with long black hair. She was in real trouble according to the evening news and Asad was keen to know how he could help her.
P.S. The drill guys, please hit the like button if you liked the chapter and I really really look forward to your comments and feedback. Please leave me some love. Also a reminder, this is not my original idea, it belongs to the original writer am just adapting it to ASYA.
Kumkum Bhagya
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