The Dawuni Files - A White Shadow

Chapter Seven

Dawuni checked the address Nii gave him and the one on the wall of the building he was standing in front of. They matched.

It had taken every ounce of Dawuni's self control when he woke up this morning to prevent him from going over to Monique's place to interview her. He had whiled away time by solving a rubix cube and making his shopping list , until 10:00 when he couldn't take it anymore.

Finding Monique's  place was super  easy. After all everyone  knows of the plush Blue Bird estates in Sakumono.

Dawuni knocked on the door several times but no one answered. That's odd, he thought to himself. Her car was still parked by the house and no tyre marks on the driveway meant that  she had not left the house in a car. Besides, Nii had assured Dawuni that Monique would be home.

He knocked again and was rewarded by the sound of footsteps coming from inside. A few seconds later, a young woman  wearing a knee length night gown opened the door, and rubbing her eyes.

Dawuni was surprised. Who still slept at 10:30?
"Are you Monique?" He asked, although he knew that she was.

"Yes". Monique stifled a yawn." How may I help you ?"

" I'm detective Dawuni. Nii sent me".

Monique's face fell, but she opened the door for him, ushering him in.
" Have a seat". She said as she lifted the curtains to allow sunlight stream in." What would you like, coffee? Tea?"

" No. I'm okay"

" So what do you want to know?" Monique asked , sitting opposite him.

"Well, for starters", Dawuni said, taking out his pen and notepad." What is your relationship with the president?"

" We love each other ". Monique said simply.

She's got to be joking, Dawuni thought. Did she really expect him to believe that crap?
" How long have you know him?"

" For about a year now", Monique tilted her head in thought.

" And where  did you meet him".

" At the fashion show, during the Pan African Art Festival Week".

Dawuni hadn't attended the fashion show,so, he wasn't surprised that she did not look farmaliar.

" How would you describe your relationship with the president?"

"Like I said before, we love each other". Monique answered, starting to feel a tad bit annoyed.

Dawuni didn't believe word she just said. A young woman like Monique in a relationship with a married man like Nii, clearly spelt out one thing. Which was, she was simply there for material gain.

" Have you told anyone about your relationship with Nii?" Dawuni asked , jotting down her answers.

" No one", She answered.

" Not even a friend?" Dawuni pressed.

" When you get to the level of fame that I've gotten to as a model, you stop having friends you can trust". Monique said, tossing her hair.

" I see". Dawuni stroked his chin." Has the President's influence and power rubbed off on your career?"

" Well". Monique started. " He has helped me a bit".

Dawuni nodded. He was starting to feel that his earlier assumptions we're correct .

" Have you guys had any fights or arguments lately?"

"No". She replied, not liking where the conversation was heading." What are you insinuating?"

" I'm not insinuating anything". Dawuni said.

" I know what you're thinking". Monique said. " You think I'm using Nii to build my career."

" You are the one saying it not me".

" How dare you say that". Monique snapped." The fact that he helped me doesn't mean I'm using him. I love him".

" And you expect me to believe you?"

" I don't care what you believe". Monique said angrily.

"Well, that  doesn't move me". Dawuni shrugged.

Monique snarled in anger  as she grabbed a flower vase, hurling it towards him. Dawuni watched in horror as the vase sailed through the air, towards his face.