Her Fate

chapter 2

"Detective  Ishmael what can you make out of the incident?" Policeman asks.

"Well I know that this no suicide. The evidence is not subtle here because you can clearly see traces of hands that strangled the victim right here around the neck. My theory is that the victim was strangled at a different place then brought here dead and laid perfectly on the bed to make it look like a suicide. If The perpetrator had strangled the victim  here, then you would see wrinkles on the blankets where the victim was struggling to break free from the murderer  and also  there would be a wrinkles made on the pillow by the struggling of the head being continuously  smashed  on it. But you don't see any of that  so meaning the perpetrator took a stranded rope, tied it to the ceiling and onto the victim's neck, he then made a crooked cut on the rope and made it seem like the victim's body got heavy after she died and fell on the bed. Tell me who is the last person the victim contacted? Please check  quickly." I said still looking looking at the corpse, gathering more evidence of the murder.

"Heita" policeman said after goig through the call log.

"Well we have to pay this Heita guy a visit." I said

"But why? " policeman asks stupidly. Aaah narrow minded people upset me.

"there was no sign of forced entry in this apartment. Meaning the victim was clearly invited to the perpetrator's house or Where ever she got murdered. And how do you think they communicated?" I said rolling my eyes and walked away.

After I solved the case I went home to take a hot shower. I let the steamy water hit my back. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back  while embracing  the warmth the water brought upon my weary body.

I have had less sleep ever since the assignment the Great One gave me. For someone who has been doing this all her life, you would say it gets easier. It doesn't. Every  now and then you keep wondering when it will ever end, when the nightmares will stop feeding on your sleep...

I walked out of the shower, applied lotion plus my expensive cologne which smelled rich . I pulled on my sweat pants and threw on a black vest. Spensor was staring at me with sad eyes. I patted her before I dashed out to get some fresh air.

once out, I started  walking down the steep streets of kleinne kupe. Everyone was locked inside their houses. Rich neighbourhoods were always quiet. And this dead silence helps me clear my mind.

A few hours later I came back home just in time for news at 20:00 on NBC .
"There has been an accident at the B1 road between okahandja  and otjiwarongo. A minibus collided heads on with a Toyota hilux Monday morning. The minibus had a maximum of 13 people including the driver, 8 died on the spot and 5 were injured. The hilux had 4 passengers and they all died on the spot. Selma Kadhila, NBC news..."  the tv said against the wall. I sighed in relief.

I changed the channel to see what they had on TLC. Nothing interesting so I switched it off. I took my MacBook and went on YouTube. Spensor yawned hungrily and i went over to the fridge i keep in my room and took her food. She jumped off the bed excitingly and ate her meal.

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"Aunty can i play candy crush on your phone? " my 8 year old niece Said  to me.  I went over to my sister's place. She lives in Hoackland park and she invited  me over for lunch. She is the only sibling I have and I love her dearly. At 28, she is happily  married,has beautiful twins and she has a good job; lecturer  at the university of Namibia.

"Okay Nelao. But please do not do anything else. Just play the game okay. And if someone calls-"

"I will not answer it but bring  it to you. Aunty you tell me this all the time. " she finishes what I was going to tell her.

She ran off, and I took a sip from the Guava juice in my hand. "I love the decor in the kitchen. It's perfect. I should hire you to do the same in my kitchen" I said to Sharon my sister.

"Aah thank you. I would love to do that but you would have no guests to ask you who did your kitchen decor so I would perhaps get customers. It still upsets me that you truly don't wish to live with anyone else in you gigantic house. And you never invite us over." Sharon said.

"You know that I am always busy with work so I wouldn't get time to entertain guests. But if you guys want  to come over one day, I would be more than glad, provided that you bring your own food And cook it yourself because the kitchen is definitely not my area of specialization." I said.

Sharon laughed. "I can attest to that. You can't even fry eggs to save your  life. Seriously  Lorraine I worry about you. No one will Marry you if you can't cook a decent meal." She said.

" but i can make-" "noodles don't count!" She cut in. We went into the living room.

"So I got a call from aunty Liina. She said that aunty Foibe's son had  passed on. He was one of the passengers in the minibus that crushed recently. Have you heard of it though? The accident? "
Sharon said.

I put on an act of being  shocked. "No I didn. t hear about it . My God that's horrible! " I said.

"It is.and the memorial service is on Friday. She was calling to ask if we will make it. I am free. Are you ? " she said, her voice truly filled with remorse.

"I am not going to make it unfortunately.but I will see what I can help with. Probably give them 4 cows. god knows our tribe likes meat way too much! " I said trying to sound really sorry.

"They will definitely appreciate that. But Lorraine you should make time for events like these. People will tend to think you don't want to see them and that you use work as an excuse." Sharon said.

"I don't expect anyone to understand unless they were rich.  Family ain't gonna pay my bills, work is. " I said harshly.

Sharon's maid announced that lunch was ready and we got to the dinning table. I savoured every mouthful of the delicious meal that I haven't had in ages. I should probably move in with Sharon just to have a warm meal like this or steal her maid.