It was my school days when I used to be a fan of Clive Cussler the novel writer. I was a student in Massachusetts and was alone so I had to work in clubs extra ours to get my college fees. Life was regular all the days were going by same until this guy named Russell...
I was up in the middle of a night disturbed by phone, I saw the watch it was 3 a.m. and I wasn’t sure who can call me in that ungodly hours. I reached the phone and answer it. I heard some male voices in background and a frightened girl’s voice which was enough to...
