She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 39

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 39

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Dennis recognized Vivian’s voice and his
stomach churned. It was the same voice that
had promised to marry him, it was the same
voice he was always fond of hearing, it was
the voice that always made him long to have
Vivian in his arms, the voice of the lady he
had once planned to spend the rest of his life
with and it was a voice he now hated with
passion and wished it was never in existence.

Alfred who was looking at him observed what
he was going through and held his wrist,
“Just pretend as if you haven’t known her.”

His voice became a whisper, “Take her as the Lovepeddler she already is.”

A smile flitted across Dennis’ cheeks and he
dabbed his face with a handkerchief. In some
seconds, Vivian opened the door. She became
queasy and almost slumped when she looked
from Alfred and saw Dennis standing beside
him, but managed to pull herself together. She
was wearing a black, lacy bikini and a bra
that barely covered her firm, young b-----s. A
golden ring glittered on her nose and her
fingernails and toenails were beautifully
manicured. Her lips were painted with bright
red lipstick and her long hair, pulled back in a
chignon was grizzled. She looked absolutely
magnificent. As she stared again at Alfred,
then at Dennis, tiny beads of perspiration
suddenly gathered on her forehead. That was
the first time she was setting her eyes on
Dennis since they broke up. She tried to smile
but failed, tried again and ended up gritting
her teeth. Alfred stood expressionless and
took out his ID from his pocket. He showed
her, “Detectives from CCU. We need some
minutes of your time.”

Vivian didn’t respond. She stood for a while
before she turned and moved into the sitting
room. They followed her and Dennis closed
the door behind them. She sat and crossed
one leg over the other, her lovely laps dazzling
Alfred when he stole a glance at them as he
approached a seat. He swallowed hard, walked over and sat on the adjacent two-seater sofa.


He shoved up and Dennis sat beside him.

Vivian’s eyes were on the floor. Dennis
nudged Alfred and Alfred said, “We’re
investigating the murder of President Williams
and her daughter.” He looked her in the eyes
and made every effort not to get distracted by
those tempting laps, “We’ve_”
Vivian looked up at him, tensed, “What has
that got to do with me?”

Alfred shifted forward, his calculative mind at
work, “Someone connected to the murder has something that belongs to you and you’ve to tell us how it got to her and every other thing about her that we must know.”

Vivian felt her heart beating fast, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she blustered,

“you’re probably in the wrong apartment for I know nothing about the murder or anyone connected to the murder.”

Alfred smiled, “No you’re wrong,” he said
slowly, “we’re in the right apartment.” He
regarded her, “Have you ever heard of the
name, Lucia Brime?”

Vivian was silent for some seconds,
contemplating whether to admit or not. She
scratched a finger on her cheek, made up her
mind and said, “I used to know her.”

Alfred looked amazed, “Used to know her?”
She nodded, “Since her boyfriend, Hillary,
made her quit prostitution, I’ve not set my
eyes on her.”

Alfred thought for a moment, “How did your
diamond necklace get to her?”

Vivian interlocked her fingers, uncrossed her
legs and placed her palms on her knees. Her
hands began to shake slightly and she noticed
her legs were about doing the same, but she
pressed her knees together and kept them
still. The detectives took note of that. She
pressed her palms together to keep her hands
from shaking and said, “Lucia was my good
and close friend when she was still in the
business. She always bought me gifts and
made sure I lacked nothing. In fact, she was
like an elder sister to me. When she celebrated her birthday last year, I hadn’t enough money to buy her a present,” she looked at Dennis, met his eyes and quickly turned to Alfred, “so I decided to give her my necklace.”

Alfred thought for a while, relaxed back and
said, “Are you aware your friend was a
murderer?”

Vivian looked down and shook her head,

“You’re certainly mistaking; she’s not a
murderer.” Her voice was firm, “When she was still in the business, she was nice to all of us.

You’re making a mistake. Lucia couldn’t hurt a fly. She_”

Alfred interrupted, “Where’s your friend at the moment?”

She looked up and dropped her gaze, “I don’t know. She left no contact. I have been trying to reach her since she left but to no avail.

Even her phone hasn’t gone through since
then.”

Alfred frowned. He knew she told the truth. He
looked at Dennis and saw he had the same
belief. They stood and left the apartment,
disappointed.