"Allison Jones," a deep voice called out amidst the somber atmosphere of the funeral. Allison turned away from the guests offering condolences, her eyes falling upon three unfamiliar faces, dressed in black trousers and suits. Her heart skipped a beat as she approached them with a mix of curiosity and unease.
"Yes, who are you?" Allison asked, trying to maintain composure despite the weight of grief and confusion.
One of the men stepped forward, his expression grave. "We extend our condolences for your loss, Miss Jones. However, we come with a matter that requires immediate attention. Your late father, Mr. Robert Jones, had substantial debts with an organization he was associated with."
Allison's brows furrowed, and her heart sank. She had heard whispers of her father's questionable acquaintances, but she had hoped those ties were long gone, especially after his passing.
"I had no knowledge of any debts," Allison replied, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration.
"Unfortunately, the debts still stand," the man continued. "And they now fall on you, the next of kin. We cannot overlook such matters, despite the circumstances."
The other men exchanged stoic glances, making it clear that they meant business. Allison felt a sense of helplessness and anger rising within her. She was grieving, and now, this unwelcome burden was thrust upon her.
"Can't you see this is not the right time or place for this?" Allison's voice quivered with emotion as she confronted the three men. "My father is gone, and you come here with threats and demands?"
"I'm sorry, but that's not how it works," another man chimed in. "Your father owed a considerable debt, and we can't just let it go.’’
Allison watched the black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon fade into the distance, carrying with it the three men who had brought an ominous letter and the burden of her father's debts. Clutching the letter tightly in her hand, she could feel the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions – grief for her father's passing, anger at the mess he had left behind, and fear for what the future holds.
Her mother, Belinda, noticed the troubled look on Allison's face and sensed that something was amiss. As they walked away from the cemetery, she gently asked, "Allison, is everything okay? Who were those men you were talking to just now?"
Allison took a deep breath, trying to conceal the turmoil inside her. She couldn't bear to burden her mother with the truth, not now, not when she was still mourning the loss of her husband.
"It's nobody, mother," Allison replied with a forced smile. "Just some of father's work colleagues. You know how it is – they want to offer their condolences and talk about his work."
Belinda nodded, but the worry in her eyes remained. She knew there was more to the encounter than Allison was letting on, but she decided not to press further. Instead, she sighed and said, "Let's go home, dear. You look tired, and you need some rest after today."
Deep down, Allison appreciated her mother's concern and knew she had to protect her from the harsh reality that had befallen their family. She had always been the strong one, the reliable daughter who put everyone else's needs before her own. And now, with her father gone, the weight of responsibility had grown exponentially.
They walked back to their modest home in silence, each lost in her thoughts. Once inside, Allison made a cup of tea for her mother, trying to create a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos that had consumed their lives. But as she stirred the tea, her mind kept going back to the letter.
Late that night, with the world asleep, Allison found herself sitting alone at the kitchen table, the letter spread out in front of her. She read its contents, her heart sinking with each word. The debt was astronomical, far beyond anything she could hope to repay with her meager nurse's salary.
Allison wondered who her father had been involved with, her mind grappling with the name written in the letter – "The Agostas." It held an air of mystery, a name that seemed to carry weight and significance. Curiosity drove her to pick up her phone and search for any information, hoping to uncover the truth about this enigmatic organization.
To her surprise and frustration, her online search yielded no results. The name "The Agostas" seemed to be shrouded in secrecy, leaving no digital footprint to follow. It was as if they operated in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes and curious minds.
Determined to find answers, Allison decided to explore her father's basement. It was the place where he kept important documents and belongings, and she hoped to discover something that could shed light on his association with The Agostas.
Entering the dimly lit basement, she felt a sense of apprehension mixed with determination. The air felt heavy with the weight of her father's secrets, and every step she took seemed to echo with uncertainty. She scanned the shelves, searching for any clue that could lead her closer to the truth.
After about an hour of searching, her eyes fell upon a dusty box in the corner, labelled with a large, bold "A." Intrigued, she dragged it out and carefully opened it, revealing a collection of files and documents related to The Agostas.
Allison's heart raced as she skimmed through the files, her eyes widening with each revelation. The papers contained detailed records of individuals, most of them marked as "dead," accompanied by chilling descriptions of how they met their untimely demise. The files contained meticulously orchestrated plans, outlining the steps taken to ensure the success of each tragic event.
Shock and disbelief washed over Allison as she stared at the evidence before her. The people her father had been associated with were not only dangerous but ruthless in their actions. It dawned on her that her own father had been involved in orchestrating these murders. The realization pierced her heart like a thousand shards of glass.
"What did you do, father?" Allison whispered, the weight of her father's dark secret pressing down upon her. Conflicting emotions swirled within her – anger, sorrow, and a sense of betrayal. Her perception of her father had shattered, and she struggled to reconcile the man she had known with the monstrous deeds he had committed.
But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a more urgent concern emerged. She knew that the people her father had worked for were dangerous, and she had inadvertently become entangled in their web. With the debts now passed onto her, the consequences of failure became all too real – she and her mother's lives hung in the balance.
