“Miss Mokoena was helped by you, Christopher?” said Detective Edward.

“Yes sir,” I answered.

“We checked the CCTV footage,” Detective Ronald said.

“Can I see her picture?” I asked.

The police who had a scornful face provided the picture. I remembered her. Then why was I a suspect? I got confused because I only saw her in our office. I didn’t have anything common with her.

“I remember she came in my office. But what happened when she left I don’t know,” I panicked.

“We know. We just want to ask if she said something to you,” he said.

“Like what?” I asked loudly, standing pacing up and down pressing my fists.

“She could have said something personal about someone who wanted to hurt her,” Detective Ronald said.

“She only came to fill forms so she can claim policy insurance which her father had made for her,” Simba defended me.

“I am still talking to Christopher,” Detective Ronald said harshly.

I told him the truth. The Detective’s eyes showed that I was a suspect as I saw it in the movies. The girl just had to fill forms and asked us some questions regarding the form she filled. How can I be a suspect when I was in the office the whole day? No, I left and went to the board meeting. I don’t remember after how long.

“Who was in the meeting? Who can prove you were in the meeting?” Detective Ronald asked.

“Mr Moloka, our manager,” I answered.

“Can we see him?” He asked.

“I am sure, he is in the fourth floor,” I answered clearing my throat.

“Dude, he is not in today. He has personal issues at home,” Simba explained.

“Oh, yes. You can get his address from the reception,” I said.

I had already forgotten that he said it yesterday after the meeting, but Simba wasn’t there. How did he know?

“Thanks for your help,” Detective Edward said.

The two men stood up but Detective Ronald kept looking creepily at me. They closed the door slowly. I took a breath, then Detective Ronald came in again.

“If you remember anything, please be free to contact me,” he said giving me a card with his name and number. He left quickly. I stood up, held my head with both hands.

“Are you OK dude?” asked Simba.

“Why do they think I killed that girl?” I asked angrily.

“They are just doing their job,” he replied rubbing my shoulder.

“How did you know Mr Moloka isn’t coming in?” I asked curiously.

“He sent me a message. And that face?” he looked surprised when I closed my face and frowned.

“I am going to do my own investigation,” I said determinedly.

“Hope it won’t be criminal,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” I said sitting down.

Simba sat behind his desk. I began to do filling and checking for all the data entries if they were correct. I wasn’t supposed to help Miss Mokoena , the reception was supposed to. Lauren wasn’t in. When she entered the building someone referred her to me. Something was fishy. Mark being at the scene and how did he know it was the girl who needed help.
I am going to find out and clear my name, I thought. I must find out all the answers.

The way Detective Ronald looked at me made me scared. I think he saw me as a number one suspect. I continued with my work. Simba went out for lunch and I refused to join him so I could start my own investigation.

I visited our security office in the fifth floor. I viewed the footage over for the second floor. I saw Mark talking to Miss Mokoena on the screen. They were at the reception area. Then I checked the other footage and I saw them looking uneasy as if they were arguing. I touched my chin and smiled. I knew Mark killed Miss Mokoena.

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