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Meeting Again The Replica
Nicole remained mute. She cleaned her teary eyes and dropped her head."Yeah it's my book. I wrote it but I have no hand in my husband's death… I don't even know how he died," Nicole muttered."I will put it straight to you. Your husband was poisoned by potassium cyanide and he was stabbed brutally after he had died. Did that ring a bell?" Shane said coldly.Slowly, Nicole raised up her head and trembled. Her eyes radiated fear and she groaned repeatedly."Oh, the deity must have answered your prayers when your father in law refused to go along with an autopsy. Are you scared now?" Shane blurted out."Yes I wrote 'The Cliff' but I did not kill my husband!" Nicole yelled painfully."Do not delay your confession, it could be used against you in court," Shane said and looked towards the screen.The door to the Interrogation room opened up. The chief led atty Lewis and Ruthie in.He signaled to Shane to continue reading and everyone listened.*Brian jumped and turned around swiftly at the
Meeting Again Leverage
It was late in the night. A famous bar downtown roared with life as the homicide squad celebrated. The police chief, Roy, investigator Jang, Shane and a few boys in the squad were all present. The chief had taken them all to party. The just concluded homicide case marked a milestone in the division's history. This was because the case shook the country as those who were involved were children of the big wigs.Above all, just within 24 hours, the squad was able to come up with convincing evidence that substantiated the fact that Nicole indeed murdered her husband."That damn dirty liar, I never knew she could be the culprit," Roy said."You did it again, Shane! You untangled the lies and unravelled the truth," investigator Jang applauded."Isn't it absurd? She murdered her own husband just like one of her novel characters…holy crap! Thinking about it gives me goosebumps," Roy said and sipped a shot from his drink."You achieved a feat, Shane. I think I can trust you with great works.
Meeting Again Trevor's Burial
Two Months LaterIt was late in the afternoon. Shane was busy with some files when the intercom beeped. He went for it and realized it was the chief."Come to my office," the chief commanded.Shane made his way down and presented himself before the chief."It's Trevor's burial today… Daniel invited me, I want you to go with me," the chief said."Oh, really!?" Shane asked in astonishment"Yeah," the chief responded."I thought he had been buried earlier.. Alright, I will get prepared," Shane said and made his way out.Men of timbre and caliber attended Trevor's burial. Daniel had invited all and sundry. At first he, pretended like he wanted a quiet assemblage and a solemn burial for his son but it was all a camouflage. He actually wanted the news that his only son was murdered by his wife to travel far and wide. Public sentiment was one of his tools.He received condolences from friends and family as they trooped in in their kinds and numbers.As they all sat to feast, different factio
Meeting Again Prologue
It was weekend. The 'Great Wilson Hall' was once again filled to the brim. It was apparent that such grandiose structure would serve only the elites.Trevor Sawyer and Nicole Colgate just walked down the aisle. Religious rites were done and vows were said.Merriments and felicitations ensued in the great hall as friends and families congratulated the newlyweds.Though the Colgate was no match for the Sawyer, both parties were bound to enjoy mutual benefits through the union. The bigger picture seemed scrambled but any interested bystander could fix a few pieces. Daniel Sawyer; the groom's father, was a political mongl and businessman. He was the lord of the Sawyer conglomerate.'Oasis', one of Sawyer's subsidiaries, was one of the top companies in the country where all forms of medical instruments were manufactured.Professor Winter Colgate; the father of the bride, was the Chief Medical Director of Oxford University Teaching Hospital.Both fathers clinked their glasses and toasted
Meeting Again Meeting Again
PresentIt was 1am, the skies opened up and torrents of water filled all cracks and openings. It was the first rain of the year. A police van and an emergency van zoomed out of Western Ville precinct. Sirens blared and pairs of wipers glided over the windscreens as the vans descended into the heavy rain. It was an emergency. "We should have waited for the rain," Roy shouted loud enough to be heard over the roaring engines and the hailing rain.Shane smirked and remained undeterred as hr sped into the highway. After about 10 minutes, they were at Parker's Avenue in Downey. They rounded a corner and came to a screeching halt right in front of a mansion with a bold inscription, 'No 85'."Here we are," Shane said and took a quick peek into a small note where he had written down the caller's details.The doors opened up. They ventured into the rain. Shane noticed a car that was parked outside before making his way into the compound.The sitting room came into view as the door to the mai
Meeting Again A Discovery
The heavy rain had receded. It drizzled lightly while lightning and thunder persisted.One of the paramedics attended to the lady that was in shock and soon she was stabilized. They left her behind at Shane's order and drove down to the emergency unit with the other bodies.The bedroom became still. Besides the bloody patterns on the floor and the bloody beddings, there was no clue that suggested that such height of brutality was met out in the room. Shane noticed two doors within the bedroom. He kicked one and it opened up to a toilet. He ransacked it for clues and walked out after a futile search. He kicked at the second door which was standing opposite the toilet's. It opened to a kitchenette. The smell of burnt substance permeated the air. Shane wrung his nose and his forehead burrowed as he examined the cooking place. All the cooking ware seemed cool but the set up did not add up. An electric cooker was plugged in and its switch was on. On the cooker, sat a pot without a l
Meeting Again Countdown Begins
7:00amI had just returned from a week-long vacation. The door was left unlocked which was not unusual. I made my way in and realized that no one was in.I sent a text to my boss and she called me back. After the warm greetings, she instructed me to get some vegetables from the Mart; which I did. When I returned she was back already. She told me that her husband was supposed to visit and she would be the one to do the cooking.We were still having the discussion when Mr Trevor arrived. The couple walked into the bedroom and I retired to my room.I was still settling in when I heard a noise. I ran back into the sitting room and heard the argument. Madam was mad. She said something about her father's death. I think she implied that her husband was involved in her father's death and she would get it all in the open.Mr Trevor became enraged. He struck her hard and bolted out of the house. Madam stormed out right after him. When she met me in the sitting room, she went ballistic and scr
Meeting Again The Interogation
8:00 amNicole fidgeted as the crowd swarmed in. They chorused different questions and she shuddered as she tried to avoid them.The police officers shielded her from the crowd and led her safely into the interrogation room.Shane was waiting. His back was turned against the table as he leafed through some leaves of paper.He turned around as soon as Nicole was led in. Nicole looked around and her gaze fell on Shane."Shane Wilbert?" She called out in disbelief."Why are you here? What the heck is going on?" Nicole asked dryly."You still don't get it. I am detective Shane and you are under arrest for the murder of your husband; Trevor Sawyer..." "Shut the crap! What the hell are you talking about?" Nicole challenged heatedly. She sprang to her feet but she felt dizzy and sat down slowly."You have the right to an attorney and you have the right to remain silent. Your testimony can stand against you in the court of law," Shane said and took his seat "Stop the gibberish…where is my h
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