The birthday murder - Season 1 - Episode 12

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The birthday murder - Season 1 - Episode 12

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Sitting quietly in a corner at xyz hotel, my mind drifted back to the events of the pass days, the murder my arrest the framed evidence against me, the press having knowledge and now this….oh lord please see me through. I shook my head as wait patiently for my guess.

A man approached me and sat down, removing his goggles i found out it Donald.
‘it good to see you again, though not so soon my Donald’, i said trying as best as possible to remain calm

‘yes, hope you came alone’ he asked looking real nervous, now that is something fishy but i had to keep my calm

‘yea, i did so what do you have for me that made you to call me out my bed’
‘well after you left i have been thinking about our discussion because i was suprised about any party knowing the codes and remembered an occasion we had give to someone’
“what are you trying to say?”, now this looks like a breakthrough for me.
“what am saying detective is that someone or should i say some people knew about the codes to our system” Donald said.
Shifting in my chair and now leaning on the table “and who else who knows it”
“the cops, two of them” he said handing me a file, i opened it nd brought out the names and pictures of the two police officer.
“well they came to our bar one day”,he continued “saying that someone tipped them off that we are into drugs, tried as much i can but they insist on searching our property, my boss allowed them and they did, to my suprise the found some huge quantity of cocaine in our basement, my boss had to tip them off but in exchange he had to give up the codes to them as a collateral” he explained


“so that was how we have a third party in our system, though our boss kept a secret” he added

“then, why meeting like this and why didn’t your boss mentioned it?” i asked him getting curious.
“well, its because it meant to be hidden and buried, that why i had to arrange a meeting like this, i have read your story detective please help save my name by founding those behind the murder and save me from my nightmares” he said

“no problem, i think i got the scope of this” i answered
“finally detective, if this is to backfire please you never got this evidence from me, i still love my job” he pleaded
“dont worry, we never had this discussion”


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The tone of my alarm woke me up, sitting down at hedge of my head i reflected on yesterday events and smiled, atleast I’ve got something tangible for it. Gettin up from my bed i went to my drawer and brought the file again, now this was worth my sleepless night, whistling a song i entered my bathroom to shower and prepare for the days work………..
“good morning Beth, good morning shaw” i greeted my co-workers and talked with some( something i hardly done because i was always late to work)
sitting down in my desk, i boot my computer and its accessories and input my password, surfing through the news pages i saw that some news station has uploaded my story and from the look of it everything was covered.
“have you gone through the daily news today” joy asked as she came into the office
“nope, why do you ask?” i answered back
“well cheek it out yourself” she said dropping the newspaper on my table
looking at the heading of my paper, my brain exploded into a thousand pieces
“what?!, who wrote this?” i fired at her (actually the heading was writing in bold letters DETECTIVE DENIES KILLING A FELLOW OFFICER)
“i dont know” she answered “but i dont remember telling the press that you killed him”
Now i was real furious, they have exceeded their boundaries someone needs to cautioned
i made some calls into my office phone and some officers came to me(being a ranking officer next to my chief and head of the fields department, i gave orders)

“James, i need you and miguel to go and bring the news correspondent of the daily news Mr www, if he proved stubborn arrest him” i ordered

” now that was harsh” joy said after they left “what would be the chief’s opinion of this”

” i dont know, right now i have some Intel i have to discuss with him, you can come along” i said

“intel, how come?”
“my source inside the sharaton bar told me that we have a third party that knows about the code, two cops who were investigating the bar dealings in drug”

“cops, when did establish a source inside there and who is that” she asked
“am not telling anyone even the chief but i hope this story works out”

“but….ok i take it back, let go” she answered because i have fired her a warning that she’s getting on my nerves.

We got up, picking up the file, we proceed to the chief’s office.
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What was the outcome of the Intel?
Why was joy suprised about my source?
What happened when the news correspondent was brought?

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