“from today you will stay under my protection until this man is captured. I can’t lose you.”“But I have a life,I have a…” I nearly said a boyfriend. But I chose to continue with the investigation. The following day we went to the GOH site to give Mr Phenyo an update on the case. “Very impressive.” Said Mr Phenyo, going through the updated details we had given him regarding the case. “With all due respect sir, but that is not impressive at all. The Freak played us, he knew where we would be and turned us into complete fools. He just knew how to beat us and now we don’t have him, we have nothing!” I voiced out. “But your planning is impressive. And now all you have to do is find him.” Suddenly Sheila entered. “Excuse me, but sir you need to see this.” she said, showing Mr Phenyo a live video on her phone. “Whats going on?” Mika asked. “Apparently, Mr Livingstone and his family have been murdered last night in their hom

Sam and I went to Veronica’s home.  She was at the lounge, taking small sips of her coffee. Eyes were without makeup, she looked like nothing on Television. Her eyes had bags under them, her wrinkles were visible.We cant underestimate makeup artists, they really do work hard. The time and the effort they put in to ensure that our lovely hosts look ten years younger than they actually are is a true work of art. Veronica must startled to see us. “How did you get into my house?!” she shouted“Relax, we wont hurt you. We actually need your help.” I said “You still haven’t answered my question!” “the door was wide open, anyone could have come in. Fortunately we are not the bad guys. We wont harm you.” said Sam. Suddenly Katleho and Mika also entered, they were accompanied by Xoliswa. “Are you also with them?” Veronica asked. 

Mika and I asked to see the footage of that entire night. The head of security fortunately still had it. No one had stolen the evidence. We looked over the footage, repeatedly but still found nothing. “This is not helpful. Mrs Caseem must know something.” I said. “We should abduct her, that way she’ll tell us what we need to know.” Mika suggested. But stealing her would be dangerous, we needed her to survive,we needed a doctor to keep her alive. “But what if she dies suddenly,we are not doctors.” I said. “What about the doctor that was treating your father?” “Doctor Simmons! But can she be trusted?" I wondered."We can check her credentials. Know anyone who can help us quickly?"I contacted Mr Phenyo right away. “Sir I need your help!” “Speak!” Mr Phenyo replied. “Can you please check if

In my junior year of highschool, I developed a liking for tatooes, they attracted me somehow. Some of the girls in my class had ones made on their bodies. Butterflies, dragons, snakes and even faces of popular people. I loved tatooes, but my mother didn’t. She believed that tatooes attracted evil spirits.so I forgot the entire tatoo idea, trying to be an obedient child. Instead of doing tatooes I chose to paint another way of releasing the things I felt inside of me. “Miss Mokoena, Mr Ludik, come in I have been expecting you.” said Mr Phenyo.Mika and I sat down.“I came for the file, I have been told about a new case,involving tatooes.” I said.Mr Phenyo smiled, he brought with him a two files then handed it over to each of us.  “When you are in this line of work, you don’t always have to be secretive, speak to someone, be open don’t use people without their knowledge, it only puts you in gre

.My mother had her evening dress on, she looked amazing. “wow mom you look really hot in that dress!” I said, teasing. “I am 50 year old woman, I am supposed to look hot.” she laughed. I weared my usual clothes, but my mother made me change them, she chose a red laced dress,then cut in on the legs, to make it shorter,she quickly sewed a red silouhette on the top of the breast part making it look fashionable. I was impressed. She was not bad at fashion after all but I chose better jackets. Like father, like daughter. Sam showed up at the right time. He was wearing a red T-shirt, and blue jeans, his hair was perfect, it reminded me of superman. We exchanged greetings.My mother was smiling, I guess she was impressed. “So what do you for a living Sam?” my mother asked, with an intimidating look in her eyes. “I am an IT specialist.” he did not even blink, but I did. My heart was pouding really fast. “how much do you make