“T- that… the r…room. Ms. Fidget. She, she… she WAS MURDERED!”                  “Oh …” the girl put her one hand on her chest, just as how Mr. Maximus did before, acting as she was disappointed with Mr. Maximus. ‘The joke is not even funny!’ she thought to herself before continuing her act, not taking this seriously, “Mr. Skew would be mad if he knew you are accusing our beloved apartment as a crime scene, Sir.”                  However, Mr. Maximus just trembled even more. He was nearly collapsed, he even had to support himself with his both hands on the desk. Tears staring to burst out of his eyes. ‘This is not funny!’ the girl thought. So she got up

                  It was just three hours away from Sunday when the police officers finally continued their interrogation, now towards the residents in the apartments. However, being such late in weekend, not all residents were there at that time. Considering that the murder was happened not more than 2 days ago – which is true – the chief of police decided to just continue the interrogation. If later on it was still unsolvable, a following interrogation with the rest of residents will be held.                  The interrogation with the residents turned out to be a lot quicker than the previous due to most of them had a strong alibi and showing no suspicious acts. It was like that until Mr. Maximus’ turn to be interrogated. Despite not being someone who lives in the apartment, Mr. Maximus was still overwhelmed and could not be i

                  In less than three minutes later, the person who was asked by the chief to send for Mr. Liberta descended back to the lobby by herself, quickly approaching the officers who did not seem to realize her presence, “Officers, Mr. Liberta said he will be here real quick.”                  The chief nodded and with that Ms. Gardeer as well went back to her receptionist desk. The chief was still pretty busy discussing with the officers of his team whether who to suspect. It had been almost half a day for them and yet they had not found anything worth more suspects even though the case was not seem to be too complicated. The chief got his back to the couch finding a more relaxing position, inhaling the cigar he had as it could help him to think more clearly. He thought to himself that this might not be the first time for the

                  “Feeling all good, Mr. Hillston?” Dr. Gulf immediately asked Tommy who sits in front of him as soon as he took his seat.                  “Everything is under control.”                  “So, anything I can help?”                  Tommy turned his head toward his son, asking Victor to explain the intention, either perhaps he could not find a way to explain that in words, or he simply was just lazy to talk to much, and so Victor who understands it explained to Dr. Gulf.                  “I am going back to New York,