I Didn't kill My Husband

Questioning a Dead Man's Murderer

Michaels

"Happy Halloween!" Scott Brown said as he strode into the station. He stylishly took his sunshades off and threw his empty soda can into the waste bin close to the entrance. I was standing and collecting some files, files linked with Hans' murder from Lekan, one of my co-workers who also was teasing me last night. He was sitting behind his desk and sorting out files from yesterday.

"Happy Halloween Scott," Lekan greeted back, with a smile. Scott took a long and quiet gaze at me with his grey eyes expecting me to say it too. I continued with my silence and only waved at him.

"Micheals," he called me. "No 'Happy Halloween' from you?" He asked. I nodded him a yes. "But why? Where's your Halloween spirit?" He asked, jingling the keys that opened his office's door. I still didn't respond.

Not that I'm a Halloween scrooge but anytime I let myself into a conversation with Scott, he had a way of turning it around to make mockery of me, always and only me. He never took anything I say seriously, ever.

"Well...It's okay to not like Halloween though, not everyone likes it," He said. I turned my face in slow motion to him, slightly worried about what he said, not regarding the fact that I knew he only wanted me to speak to him. "I didn't say that I don't like hallo...you know what Scott," I said, "Happy Halloween!" I gave up.

A smile grew on his face. He pushed his door open and looked at me. "How did it go with Victoria?" He asked, with a tone of tease. "I heard you're the detective in charge. You must be very happy," He said. I smiled, I knew where he was going. "Scott, not again. Not this morning dude," I pleaded.

As usual, he was always in the mood to kid. "Okay then, Micheals," he left into his office. "Here you go with everything, including the forensic report," Lekan said, stretching them all to me. I collected the files from Lekan then went back into my office.

Logan was waiting for me in my office. He stood up immediately I walked in with the folder. On the top of my black desk, I dropped and opened the cardboard envelope. They were a few pictures. Actually...they were mostly pictures. Pictures of the dead man, the whole room and the opened window, even the corridors.

There was also the picture of a bloody knife found outside in the garden. It looked like it was thrown out through Hans' window. "Mr Hans' the newly wed and newly dead was found not-alive by his wife around forty nine minutes past ten o'clock," Logan read out from one of the document in the folders.

I found it quite strange that a person of high position, power and influence like Mr Hans wouldn't have security camera's in his house. Even if he lived a very simple life, why didn't he bother. It's for his safety and his family included. People like him should have a planet load of bodyguards taking shifts guarding him.

I looked at another picture. In it he laid lifeless in a state of déshabillé and in the pool of his own blood. "What a bloody murder," Logan whispered. "This man was murdered in anger. Or his resistance made the killer more violent," I agreed with him. I looked at all the picture over and over again.

Victoria

"Wake up!" Queen said, tapping my folded legs. My eyes finally opened after a couple of blinks and before I stretched my body. I sat up on the settee. "It's a new day," Queen cried, trying to wake Kemi, who slept on one of the single-seaters. Kemi raised herself up and got on her feet. "It's morning already?" Kemi groaned. "Apparently it is, good morning guys," I greeted the both of them. They greeted back, simultaneously.