The next day after school was over, I returned back to my apartment to take the rest of my things. I was clearing things out of my cabinets when I noticed that the card that Shekely had given me was lying on the floor-I picked it up and read it; so it was just his professional business card. At the back, his private number was written with a pen.
It has to be him, who else would want to kill Shehzad? Of course he sounded very honest when he told me face to face that he wasn't responsible for trying to kill Shehzad but still; I don't know what he really thinks or what is in his heart. Or it could be one of his uncles and not to mention that creep Anwar-it could be him. But I don't have any evidence. And of course, I must tell Shehzad about what Shekely said to me.
I sighed and got up. I s
