VICTORIA

Adjusting the pearl beaded necklace around my neck, I huff and stand up. It seems I have to be aggressive with this one. Standing up, I bend and place my gloved palms on the table. With one more muttering of self-control to myself, I raise my head and lock my eyes with the one staring at me like he would kill me if he hadn’t been cuffed. “Did you kill your wife?” I ask, raising my voice for the first time in thirty minutes. He looks at me and look at the left side that seems to contain nothing, therefore angering me more. “I hate anything with two balls and a d**k, so you had better speak up. If you speak up and now, your sentence might be reduced.” I say, shouting at the beginning, but bring down my voice at the latter. “I… I… did… did..” He stammers and I sit. “Your medical record states that you were treated for alcoholism and you are still using the drugs administered to you by the doctor. Another test shows despite the fact that you want to stop drinking, you just can’t. The provision store seven houses away from yours says you came to buy two bottles of liquor the night your wife died.” I say and sit. Staring into his eyes, I sigh and look at my wrist watch. “You returned home, to find your wife being strangled with a rope by someone, didn’t you?” I ask and he blinks rapidly. “No, I strangled her myself.” He replies and I sigh. “You do not necessarily have to cover up for the murderer of your dead wife. Tell me who the murderer is, the law will protect you. I will make sure the law does.” I say. “I am the murderer.” He says and I shake my head. “The prosecutor will be here soon.” I say and walk out with Nana who has been silent all through. As soon as I step out two police officers walks in to get the suspect. “Victoria?” Nana calls my name and I take a last glance at the investigation room through the observation mirror. “Let’s report to the chief first.” I say and we both walk towards his office. We walk in through the open door as he dismisses the police officer in front of him. Walking closer to his desk, I place the twenty-five pages stapled papers on his desk. “I will report now.” I say and he clasps his hands without making a noise. “Report.” He says and I nod. “The suspect in the investigation room isn’t the suspect, but I know he knows the murderer of his wife even though he won’t confess. 8:30PM on Thursday, the suspect went out to get a drink from the provisions store seven houses away from his. The accuse has past records of being addicted to alcohol, to which his wife had asked him to stop repeatedly and even took him to a hospital where he was treated and administered some drugs. He has been taking them…” I say and drop the small container of his d**g on the desk. “The content in that container shows that he has been taken them, but he hasn’t…” I pause and open the papers I had placed in front of him, showing a picture.” “This picture was snapped during the investigation at the crime scene, the accuse has been shoving the tablets under the sofas and bed. Therefore he is still drinks, but he couldn’t have killed his wife because of that. He found a solution himself and that’s him shoving the drugs beneath the sofas and bed. There were no fingerprints on the rope, except that of the accuse.” I say and take the rope out of my pocket. I place the rope in which the murderer used on his desk and point at it. “The fingerprints were found on the parts that were dived into the victims neck. For a rope to be used on someone, it must have been tightened from the latter end of the rope, it shows the murderer was a professional who might have worn a glove that won’t show his fingerprints. Probably, at the scene the suspect in the investigation room came in and met the killer. The killer threatened him and he took the blame for the killer.” I finish. “Then why would he take the blame for someone he doesn’t know?” The chief asks . “That’s it, the suspect knows the murderer.” I answer. “Are you insinuating that the suspect and the murderer might have cooperated?” He asks. “Yes, but not at the beginning.” I reply and he sighs. “You are an attorney and a detective, I hope you win this case.” He says and I bow before walking out with Nana. “Victoria, why did you leave your rich family’s business to become an attorney and a detective? She asks and I smile. “It’s a secret.” I say and look at my wrist watch. Holy hell! “I need to leave…” I say as I take off my coat, leaving myself in a red bandage dress. I run towards the exit and a collide with a lady who seems to be angry already. “I’m sorry.” I say and move to touch the handle when she grips my arm. “Is that all you’ve got to say?” She asks and I roll my eyes. “This isn’t the best place to pick up a fight, I have apologized already.” I say and jerk my arm away from her light grip. “Pick up the papers?” She says and I scoff. “Thank goodness I am in a good mood today.” I murmur as I bend down to pick up the papers. I hand them over to her and adjust my bag, before running out. I take out my car’s key and unlock the doors. Settling behind the steering, I rest my head on it after placing my bag on the seat next to me. “So help me God.” I say and start the ignition. Driving out of the parking lot with high speed, I connect the road and begin driving towards my dad’s penthouse without stepping on the brake once. Sighting his penthouse, I look at my wrist watch and sigh in relief as I am only six minutes late. The large gates open for me and stop my car without turning off the ignition. I get off and use my eyes to search for any of the bodyguards. “Hey! Drive the car to the indoor parking lot.” I say and begin to run in, not minding my heels clicking too loud. “I don’t know why you want her to be the heir, we’ve got sons. She isn’t interested in the inheriting the company, she is an attorney. She isn’t that okay anyway, she hasn’t gotten married and she is almost twenty eight. Your sons who have been running the company along with you deserves the company.” I hear my half-brothers mom say and I push the door open. My brothers glare at me as I walk in and my step mom rolls her eyes as I bow to greet my father and her. “Always late.” Boyd, the first son says. “Better present than being absent.” I reply and pull a sit opposite him. I place my bag on the table and push away the glass cup containing red wine away. “Do we need to discuss who inherits the company and who doesn’t now? Dad is only sick and he isn’t dying in the next three years, except some woman who enjoys taking the place of another woman decides to kill him for her selfish interest.” I say and she hits the table. “Victoria!” My dad shouts and I shrug. “She shouldn’t be so agitated I didn’t even mention her name.” I say and Liam, the second son stands up. “She’s so rude.” He says. “You do not get to talk to your sister this way.” I reply, pestering him. “Father, you can’t hand the company over to someone who hates the family and never bothered to get involved in the company.”  Scott the last born says and I scoff. “Dad, I am sorry. I need to leave, I love you and at least I was present.” I say and stand up. “Tomorrow is your dead mom’s memorial, come with a bouquet of white flowers to show some respect, my dad’s wife says. Taking my bag off the table, I move to touch my dad’s hand before walking out. “Niall, any update about the case?” I ask as I press my phone to my ear. “Yes, you need to see this.” He says with emergency in his voice as I step out through the main exit.