Chapter 68 Checkpoint Crisis

Chapter 68 Checkpoint Crisis
Lucas POV 

I thought killing Parker would be my most difficult decision ever until it was time to dispose of his corpse to cover my tracks. 

I've been stuck in this goddamn car for the past ten minutes trying to scan the area to be sure it's safe for me to depart. 

So far, the road is scanty and quiet, just the way I wanted it to be. 

Parker's corpse is already oozing as though he had died last night. 

The unpleasant smell is tormenting my system and making it difficult for me to breathe properly.

“Is this your way of getting back at me?” I mocked Parker's corpse as though he could hear me. “You are making a big mistake. If I were you, I would think of a better plan,”

“Finally, the time is now to do what should have been done a long time ago,” I said to myself after my last scan. 

I was fairly certain that I wouldn't experience any challenges.

Quickly, I drove off while still searching for a nearby bush to dump Parker's body.

For the second time, I observed the area closely before pulling out Parker's corpse from the car booth. 

I had a difficult time trying to convey it to the bush. It's funny how Parker has suddenly become too heavy to be tossed around. While he was alive, I could literally lift him like a piece of paper.

“Rest in peace brother. I wish you a safe journey in the underworld,” I spat at Parker's corpse before dropping him to the ground.

Without wasting time, I returned to the car and drove off. I turned on the music to celebrate my little win.

I sprayed deodorant in the car to reduce the smell that's choking me. 

I just cleared myself of any potential arrest in the future. 

The only person who knows that I murdered Parker is Amira. I bet she wouldn't dare spill to anyone. 

With the manner in which I peed on her aggressively, I am pretty sure she would take the secret to the grave. 

While I drove back to the warehouse, a thought swarmed across my mind.

The thought of calling Kingston.
I wasn't concerned with the text that Parker forwarded to him. 

I had a feeling that Kingston would be too busy to go through his phone, let alone read random texts popping up on his phone.

I might as well stand a chance of reaching out to him faster by calling him.

Instantly, I brought out Parker's phone to call Kingston.

I had to quickly end the call when I spotted some patrol police men parked a few metres away from me.

“Oh shit,” I wailed. “What am I going to do now?”

This doesn't seem too good for me. It's the exact hindrance I was avoiding.

That explains why it took me some time to observe the perimeter of the area before embarking on my journey. 

I could have sworn that there wouldn't be any challenges. I regretted not taking a different route.

I slowed down a bit rather than stopping the car. That could have raised some suspicion. They would easily suspect that I've got a skeleton in my cupboard.

I exhaled and rehearsed my lines should they start asking intrusive questions.

I would rather not stutter when I meant to provide a straight response.

I glance at my side mirror to confirm if my facial expressions are intact.

I was literally freaking out. 
I don't have to move my lips before I'm found guilty.

I forced a smile to my face, but it wasn't enough. Traces of fear can still be found. Even a kid will know that I am up to no good.

I wasn't done preparing myself when a cop stood in front of my car. I had to pull over immediately.

He walked to my door and landed a knock, telling me to whine down the windscreen.

My chest became heavy. It didn't stop beating faster. It's already selling me out before I even attempt to defend myself. I was afraid that I might goof.

I was starting to conclude that Parker may be right when he said I was never going to get away with his murder.

“No, that can't happen. The dead ain't got no business with the living. I am going to get through this, and there's nothing Parker can do about it. I am pretty sure he's burning in hell right now,” I squashed that negative thought in my head. I kept my head high and remained optimistic. 

“Hi, super cop,” I greeted the cop after whining down my windscreen. “What a good job you're doing here,”

I figured it was better to begin with a smile. I try to act nicely to him just to ease the difficulty.

He didn't respond to me. He kept on staring at me in a manner I wasn't comfortable with.

At some point, I had to sniff my body to be certain I wasn't smelling. The car wasn't smelling, either. 

The deodorant did a good job in curbing the smell that could have implicated me. 

I turned off the music to avoid getting on his nerves. “So sorry about the noise,”

“Hello,” I waved at him to rejuvenate his lost soul. “Is there a problem? You're not responding to my greeting,”

He hasn't uttered a word yet, but I am worried. His silence is killing me. 

I wouldn't mind him yelling at me. 
That would be better than not saying anything. 

With his silence, I am finding it difficult to read his thoughts and know what his intentions are.

“Lucas Smith Hernandez?” He addressed me by my full name.

I can't recall the last time someone addressed me in such a manner. 

The only people who know my full name are my friends from college. This face of the cop doesn't ring a bell in my head. 

I have been staring at his face for a couple of minutes, and I'm not sure if I have met him before.

“Sorry, sir, how did you know my name? That was my full name you just called, and I'm a little curious,” I was forced to ask him. 

I just couldn't keep racking my brain for nothing when I know that the man who can provide the answer I seek is standing next to my door.

From the way he called my name with so much confidence, surely he is not meeting me for the first time.

“Don't you recognise me?” He points to his chest. “Have I changed so much that you are finding it challenging to recognise me at first glance?”

“Sorry, I don't recognise you,” I replied after rolling my gaze to the sky to see if his face would ring a bell. 

“I am not sure if I have seen this face before,”
I added. 

“What's your name, please? Perhaps, you could solve this mystery by introducing yourself to me. I am lost here” I urged him.

I hate to be kept in suspense. He's delaying me without even knowing about it. 

“I'm Mark Julius, your friend from Medford College. We used to be very cool together. Do you remember now?” He briefly introduced himself to me.

I didn't respond immediately. I try to imagine him from my past, and I did.

“Wait a minute, the same Mark whose dad was the vice chancellor of the school?” I asked for more information. I'm slowly regaining my memory again 

“Yes, it's me, buddy,” he confirmed my guess. “I'm glad you can recall. I was worried that I might be speaking to the wrong person,”

“Holy moly! It's been ages, mate. Where the hell have you been all these years?” I exclaimed in shock.

“Have you been living in a cave?” I teased him. He's the last person I expected to see tonight. 

Mark, Parker and I were the best of friends in our college days. We were inseparable.

Our bond and chemistry earned us the nickname, “Fantastic three,”

We practically did everything to the point where people started speculating that we might be triplets.

Our friendship's happy story was cut short when Mark's parents relocated to Canada