“My dad is not a murderer!” Temwa screamed.

“Easy!” Tito held her hand.

“I just hope the truth comes out quickly otherwise he may serve for a crime he never committed.”

“Thanks, Tito. But who would possibly kill the maid?”

“Uhm,” he moved closer to her, “I’m afraid I honestly think your father did it.” He looked straight into her eyes.

She denied it. She gave Lynn’s theory but Tito stuck to his accusations.

“Maybe he wrote that note to drive the attention away from him. Remember you said he told you that he might be a murderer anytime soon. I think we need to dig deep and find how your father is connected to Tonde. I think that will make this case easier,” Tito suggested.

“We don’t have to crack our heads. The matter is now in police hands.” Temwa added.

The next day, Temwa visited her dad. She already had two theories in mind: The Lynn theory that her mom was guilty and the Tito’s one that her father was guilty.

“My darling, I hope you believe that I am innocent,” he said.

“I don’t know. You once talked about being a ‘murderer anytime soon,’” she conceded, holding back tears.

“I didn’t meant that. I was just confused.”

“Then it should be mom,” she alleged.

“My baby, don’t play detective. I warned you. This case is like a hand in a long sleeve; you can’t clearly see what’s inside,” he warned.

“That’s why I’m trying to do my own investigation to help you dad,” she whispered.

“Stop it before you get killed. As for your mom,” he paused, “Yes she had the motive but I don’t think she killed her,” he cleared his wife.

“So,” Temwa said, starting to cry, “you know that mom is here?”

“Yes. She came home and found Yvonne who told her that I had impregnated her. She gave her three slaps and left. I never met her though. She just called me and told me that we were done,” he elaborated.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that?” Temwa was hurt.

“Let’s drop that. Remember, don’t play detective.” he stood up and called the officer to take him back to his cell.

“Dad, I love you,” she said, tears flowing down her sweet plump cheeks.

The following night, she gave Lynn a call and went to the restaurant. Lucky enough, her mother came alone so she did not hesitate to walk to her table.

“Mum,” she whispered as she pulled a chair opposite to her.

“My princess!” Her mom was very excited to see her.

“Mom,” she leaned forwards, “I want you to give me only honest answers. I know dad is protecting you but I believe you killed her!” she whispered angrily.

“I won’t take nonsense from you,” she said.

“Mom, I have a feeling that dad is protecting you because he feels that it’s his fault that you went and killed her.”

That angered her mother so much that she slapped Temwa and walked out of the room.

The next day, she went to police where she met Detective Nospoh, a tall dark slim funny-looking guy. She explained her own version of the story. The detective related her belief with the bloody wall note and it made sense. However, he chose to do his own digging just to be sure.

“Temwa, do you know Mrs. Khoviwa?” he asked her.

“Yes. She is Tito’s mom, my housemate,” she replied.

“Well, she’s been visiting your dad every day ever since he was arrested five days ago. If I may ask, how close are they?” he asked her.

“Not that close. We used to stay nearby since I was six. She only moved out of the area five years ago,” she replied.

“And when did the maid arrive at your house?” he asked.

“About two years ago. What? Is there anything suspicious?” she asked.

“No. At this point, any information is helpful. So, is Tito your husband?”

She paused for seconds to reply.

“No. We just stay together,” she replied.

“That means there is practically no strong bond between the two families, not so?” he asked.

“Detective, Tito and I have been best friends since we were young. Aunt Selina is just caring about the father of her son’s best friend,” she defended.

“Well, good to talk to you. Is there anything else?” Detective Nospoh asked.

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