Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 295

Hearing the news, Herman quickly turned his head to check on Keeley.

Naylor was a crack shot, every time he fired, the target was almost always hit. Those he knocked down had little chance of survival. And Keeley... had been shot in the chest.

"How is he?" Naylor asked, struggling to get the words out. "Is there any hope?"

Herman hesitated before replying, "No pulse. He's gone."

When Naylor heard that, he took a couple of deep breaths then said, "Call the police. Get an ambulance."

Herman, still kneeling beside Keeley, didn't answer.

"Herman?" Naylor suddenly called his name.

Herman turned around, then something suddenly appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing it, Naylor's face changed slightly. "What is that?"

"It is a mini-camera," Herman slowly replied. "I found it on him."

"No way!" Naylor blurted out.

"Why would you say no way?" Herman shot back, his eyes sharp and filled with pain.

Naylor was at a loss for words.

Probably because Herman had this mini camera in his hand that was too obtrusive that he lost his mind and blurted out the words.

His denial was two-fold: firstly, he firmly believed Keeley would never betray him, and secondly, he had checked Keeley’s body when he fell and found nothing out of the ordinary.

But now, where did this mini-camera come from?

"I just think it's strange..." he panted, "Let me see it."

But Herman stood up suddenly and looked at him, "You deal with your wounds first. I left my phone in the car. I'll call the police and ambulance."

After saying that, Herman was about to leave, but Naylor stopped him immediately, "Herman!"

"Don't worry," Herman reassured as he walked away, "I'll take good care of this camera. If I find anything, I'll let you know right away."

Then Naylor was silent for a while, and then his voice became low and hoarse, "That's enough."

Herman slowly stopped and turned around, only to see the barrel of Naylor's gun pointed at him.

"Give me the camera," Naylor said wearily.

Clearly, he had had enough of this game and he didn’t want to continue.

Herman's face was calm, but his eyes were filled with despair. "You called me here to be your witness, didn't you?"

"You've overstepped," Naylor replied.

Herman sneered, "Or was this all part of your plan?"

Naylor just watched him, not denying it.

From the moment he received the call from Keeley, he had a plan in mind. No matter what Keeley intended to do, he wouldn't give him another opportunity. And conveniently, Keeley had kidnapped his wife, offering him the perfect opportunity.

But that wasn’t enough, he needed a perfect witness, and Herman, who had grown suspicious, was the perfect choice.

If he could successfully kill Keeley and have Herman testify, then everything would be perfect.

But if things went wrong, like now...

"If you kill me, you can pin the blame on Keeley," Herman said slowly, "Keeley becomes the kidnapper and murderer. I become the unfortunate police officer who lost his life in the line of duty, and you... the victim and the self-defender, solving two major problems at once. Perfect, isn't it?"

Naylor didn't answer, but his eyes darkened.

Just then, Herman moved quickly.