“ Of Miss Edwina, sir”, I said, feeling thankful that I remembered the name of the dead girl. “ Okay”, he said and stood up, going to his shelf. He went through series and series of files, and after a long wait if about fifteen minutes, he said, “ aha, here it is”, he said, placing the file on the table, “ here is her forensics results”. “ I took the file and went through it. It showed nothing that I was looking for. It was just exactly the same one that was in my case file. No indication of rape or any other person's fingerprint, just the cause of death which was said to be bleeding, and Mr Wade’s finger prints which were found on her skin. Not even a single weapon was found, making me wonder if Mr Wade had inflicted all those scars on the girls body with his bare hands. He really had to be a werewolf to pull that stunt. “ Thank you very much sir”, I said, looking up from the file. “ No problem, I was just doing my job, and if there is any other way that I can help with you
“ To the forensics department, right now”, I said as I barged out of the room, hastily heading out. “ Where?” Mr Churchill asked, “ the forensics? For what?” “ No questions”, I said, opening the passenger side of his car, “ just drive”. He jacked his gear and pressed on the accelerator, and we went zooming away from the detention center. “ What did Mr Wade say?” Francis asked but I remained quiet, and that was his cue to not ask again. The forensics department of the county was located at the far North end of Central City. It was previously located at St. Albert's hospital but the need to separate both the hospital and the department led to the relocation of the department, and ever since it transferred it's location, it has long since being under the care and supervision of one Mr Featherington - if I were to be correct. Wait, that name, I'm sure I know something about that name. I've heard it somewhere. “ Francis, take out your iPad and search about Mr Featheringt
“ The senator?” I asked, perplexed. He nodded. “ Wait, wait, I don't get it, how the hell is senator Hillary related to any of this?” He exhaled deeply, looking around as if anyone was eavesdropping on us. “ Did he kill the girl?” I asked, becoming impatient at this point. “ No, he didn't”. “ Then how is he related to it? How is he the perpetrator?” “ His nephew killed the girl, and just so that he can get his nephew off the hook, he tampered with the evidence so that he could frame me”, he said, almost whispering. I was still very much confused, and couldn't get the clear picture of what he was actually trying to talk about. “ Mr Wade, to be sincere, I do not actually comprehend the picture you're trying to draw here, but I want to make sure of something; are you certain of what you're saying?” I asked, intuitively lowering my voice too. “ Look, the senator has eyes and ears everywhere. The guards, the detectives handling the case, probably, even the judge t
Hakim stared at both of us for what seemed like thirty seconds, up until the elevator doors started closing back on it's own. He obstructed the door from shutting again, before walking in like some hulk wearing a diaper. “ Good morning Mr Mali”, Cole said as the elevator started moving up, and I felt like slapping him on the mouth. Like, why would he greet such an asshole? Hakim just nodded a little, reacting so lightly to his greeting. I and Cole got off on the thirty-fifth floor while Hakim proceeded to the floor above us. “ Call the others. We have a meeting right now”, I said to Cole as we walked on the hallway. “ A meeting?” “ Yeah. I almost forgot about it. We need to discuss the homicide case we have, and besides, trial is quite close”, I said as I walked into my office. I got some stuff ready and started walking to the meeting room, and by the time I got there, everyone was already seated. “ Okay. Good morning everyone”, I said, taking a seat. “ Good morn
“ Coming to pick you up”, Cole sent me a message the following morning as I was getting ready for work. We had spent some time talking about random things the night before. I introduced him to Sasha and he left after a while. It had been ages since he sent me a message, and I still didn't know how he got my new contact. “ Okay. Call me when you get here”, I texted back, going on to clean my face with a wiper. I applied moisturizer on my face, taking a look at the mirror and instantly feeling down. A pimple was sticking itself out of my skin, screaming loudly from my cheek. Even though I felt every urge to pop it, I controlled myself not to because I knew that popping it will leave a black spot when it heals. I draped on a vintage shirt and black pants, and then took my briefcase out, making a stop at the kitchen to breakfast together for myself. “ Good morning”, I said to Sasha as she walked out of her room and stood at the sitting room, facing the kitchen. “ Good mo
Dante's POV “ No, you didn't”, I blurted out to Sasha who was standing at the door way, clutching on to her bag. I heaved out loud, totally irritated by how the situation had gone completely out of control. But then, to look on the bright side, it was better that Hakim had interrupted Cole and I, if not, Sasha would've walked in on two naked dudes pounding in on each other. I was still on my tight briefs, and so I rushed to my pants which had been flung across the room and tried to immediately put it on. “ So who sent these cute young men over?”, Sasha said as I hurried up with wearing my pants. The pants had been so easy to take off, but putting them on now was almost impossible. “ Please tell me you guys are straight, or at least Bi”, she said, shutting the door behind her. “ Sasha!” I called out, still struggling with the pants. “ What?” She was obviously acting mischievous. Cole also started putting on his pants. “ Wait, Hakim?” She asked, coming closer toward