On a national television

“ We needed to do the show, tonight.”

My boss looks at me like I am joking right now. We haven’t had our meeting and here I am proposing about doing our first episode of the program.

“ Are you out of your mind?” he shouted and nope, I wasn’t but the killings that are happening are too much. It’s like they are treating it lightly, and I am very much bothered.

“ I have made all of these.”

Scattering all of the paperworks and pictures, my boss looks at every information that I’ve gathered. I spend almost half of my week doing my own investigation of the crime because my guilt cannot make me sleep at night. The image of the body that was brutally killed still lingers at the back of my mind and this is the only thing that I have the power to do.

“ You’re a journalist not a police officer,” he pointed out and I nodded. But isn’t it, we only want the same thing? To catch t