Chapter 3
I walked back to the crime scene and saw John conversing on the phone, as an inquisitive mongrel, I tried to eavesdrop and noticed he was speaking Yoruba, the language of the western part of Nigeria. I'm from the eastern part. I was born and brought up in New York, since my mum is from New York. I got her looks, the wavy brown hair and the face structure but my very tanned skin is from my father, a Nigerian.
I know y'all be waiting to hear about my family ,well, I lost em all seven years ago, a bomb was planted in my parents car, it exploded and killed, my parents and my little sister : Megan. I was grounded for jumping the fence and that's the reason am alive today.
Back to business ........i walked around inspecting the room for any evidence no matter how small. Pete was talking to an old woman that lives down the hall : Madam Caroline.
"Detective, I want to round up, and leave " said John, as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
" so? " how is it my goddamn business that the fucker wants to leave, he is obviously too foolish to see that this is a set up.
"We should leave, the case is closed " he tried to smile but I guess he saw the murderous look on my face and frowned.
" So you won't check for evidence? Are you blind or just plain stupid? " Pete walked in, looking interested, this guy is weird as fuck, if he thinks the world is a bed of roses, then he is wrong. This world is a big bed of shit .
John cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. " It's obvious it's suicide, I mean the guy left a note" he looked everywhere but my eyes. " I just don't want to waste our resources and time "
" what if the deceased was your brother or a friend, will you say that? " I intimidated him with my intense gaze and my height.
" I.... I'm. .....um. ......we... I mean... I'll tell my boys to do a clean sweep for fingerprints tomorrow "
He was scared, and I like that, my authoritative nature helps me out most times. " Good, now you can go " I dismissed them.
He hurriedly left with his puppy following him (Pete).
Good Riddance...
I slowly checked every corner for evidence. The living room was tidy ,there was a brown and worn out sofa by the wall, towards the left, a TV opposite. A peach colored rug was by the door, I looked away but something dragged my eyes back to the rug, the rug looked tangled up ,I moved closer and crouched beside it. It looked like some people struggled on it. A tiny red dot drew my attention, I touched it and smiled : Blood.
How can he stab himself in the middle of the living room and leave a stain on the rug by the door. Evidence number 1.
I turned around, feeling pleased with myself as I walked into his bedroom. The room was very tidy. I wonder how he was able to keep his place neat. My room looks like the setting for world war||. The bed was arranged and tucked carefully.
The room didn't have much, just the bed, the wardrobe and the table. After a while of searching, I was about to give up when I saw a book on the wardrobe. Like I said before, I trust my instincts and they told me to stretch and I did.
As I was trying to reach the book, a piece of paper fell from it, I picked it up and read :
Am so sorry Dennis,
I have been trying to call you but you turned off your cellphone,
so I wrote this and gave it to Laura to pass to you.
Darling please hear me out, I would never cheat on you.
I love you. Come to Marley's bar at midnight, let's talk.
Your love, Rose.
So Dingledick had an affair, very interesting. I took the book and saw it was a diary. Thank God!!!. This will make things easier for me.
A/N: Hello there.... What do you think about what's happening, Personally I think Ryan is one smart fellow. 😀
Expect the next update on Thursday.
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