By the time all of the evidences were layed before him, Mr Emeka is already sweating profusely.
There is a lot of evidences, that he either gets life in prison or he is sentenced to death. It will be ruled as a first degree murder, basically homicide
*There are statements from the neighbours in the area where the murder took place.
*There is the blue rope used to strangle the victim and the dagger and axe used to brutalise them, had been found in his possession.
*The recognition and statements that these men worked for Emeka, mostly Sting, before their murder
Earlier, he is all about how he had been at home, in bed, with his wife, that night.
*His finger print and blood had been found in the crime scene.
*The uncovered human trafficking and prostititution ring in his compound
In short, he is totally screwed.
"You can ask her, I have an Alibi."
What Emeka doesn't know is that his Alibi has fled the city, but who will tell him?
"Right! Do you know any of this guys? Surely, you have to see the reason why you have arrested?"
"You said he was here for questioning, right? What is this arrest again? It is against the law to take someone against their will. He told you he knew absolutely nothing about all of this, why are you after him." The lawyer says.
"I ordered pizza, do you want some?" The detective asks, as someone brings in a pack of family pizza and four cokes.
Emeka Danger sits sulking, his lawyer is looking expectantly at the detective.
No doubt, he has told Emeka not to say a thing. The next course if action is to get him talking.
"We have spoken to your Alibi, while you speak to your Detective." That is actually a big lie.
"She said you were not home that night, and you had returned with bloodied cloth, refusing to speak to her."
Emeka pales at the words, "I... I," he glances at his lawyer who shakes his head again.
"Do you have another Alibi?" The detective ask again, "Perhaps you were somewhere that wasn't at the crime scene you didn't want to talk about?"
"My friends!"
The detective doesn't stop there, "Do you perhaps remember this rope?" He places the rope in the table between them, his dagger and axe too, they were clean and shiny.
He begins to beat his fingers on the table rhythmically, "It still doesn't seem familiar."
"Even when it was found in your possession, in your room. Coupled with a handful of ammunitions."
His jaw drops then.
And then with each evidence that begins to line on the table one by one, Emeka's eyes widens more.
Pizza, now, cold and long forgotten, the lawyer stretches a shaky finger to take up one slice, his client is totally and royally screwed this time.
The detectives has everything now, except his statement.
He sighs, and looks at the detective questioning him,
" Can I call my Mum and the mother of my kids?" He asks, knowing he is now going anywhere in a while.
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365 days of redemption
Action#365dayswritingmarathon, #Crimeandjustice, #Everydayupdate, #humor. it's my 365days writing marathon, and it begins with this! Because I only write stories. Quotes and poems are by the way, I don't even know how to do those, I'm learning. Enjoy, FAM...
