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Wedding night episode 7


Wedding night episode 7

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Esther tried opening her mouth to say something, but the lawyer quickly held her hand, stopping her.

“don’t say anything. The officer is bluffing. He’s trying to make you say something that could incriminate you” he said to her before facing detective Jeremiah.

“if you really have the evidence to arrest my client, then go ahead, arrest her. But if you don’t, then shut the f–k up and do your goddamn work. Mind you, time is running out and you have only two days. The next time you will see me will be in court” he threatened, shocking the detective with his words.
Of course not only the detective was shocked, I equally was very shocked because Esther was probably seconds away from confessing or making an unguided comment before the lawyer recovered himself and stopped her.

“two days officer. You have just two days, else i will tear you apart in court” the lawyer threatened and dragged Esther out of the office.

“we were just close to making a breakthrough d–n” the detective hissed with despair after they left.

“so what next?” i asked with fear. He breathed deeply, opened the case file on his table, went through it and shook his head.

“things are slowly adding up in your favour but we don’t have time on our side. We surely need a miracle” he replied, looked up at me and smiled to make me feel relaxed but i surely wasn’t.

“remember we talked about the possibility of your husband going out to the garden the night he was killed to either smoke or see someone?” he said while i nodded.

“according to the report in this file, there wasn’t any cigarette stick, ashes nor even anything similar found at the garden which then leaves us with one theory. He went out there to see someone, probably Esther, before a stronger person grabbed him from behind and stabbed him” he concluded.

“how then do we find the mystery man that struck the fatal blow which killed my husband?” i asked desperately. The detective shrugged.

“that’s what i’m saying, we need more time, as it stands, Esther alone probably holds all the answers but we can’t touch her” he replied with resignation. Tears instantly dropped from my eyes.

The police had every reason to detain Esther but couldn’t because she was a foreigner. Instead i was the person being detained without due process. How bad can things get??

“I know you are helping me officer but you got to do more, you have to try every necessary means to free me. Please i beg of you” i cried, kneeling before Detective Jeremiah who quickly looked away with embarrassment”

“please madam stand up, don’t kneel for me, i’m not God” he begged but i still knelt, shedding more tears. A junior officer came into the detective’s office that moment bearing a file.

“here are the rest of the results sir” he said to the detective who quickly snatched the file from him while i looked on hopefully.

“you can leave now” he dismissed the officer before going through the file.

“nothing new jeez, this case is really something else” he said to himself as he went through the file while i swallowed hard, confused on what next to do.

“does it mean i’m going to hang for a crime i didn’t commit?. Can’t you run more tests” i asked curiously.

“my dear our police department is one of the best in Africa. I have conducted all the necessary tests including fingerprint and DNA matching. The people that killed your husband had it well planned out and left no trace of anything. The only clear prints found on your husband’s body belongs to you, the rest are blurred. The murder weapon had only your mother in law’s prints on it. So you see there is nothing we can use from the test results, we have nothing. The person that killed your husband probably wore gloves, only if we can get those gloves” he concluded, while i cried out with the last strength in me.

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“hey shut up, you are in the police station, don’t you know?” the detective frowned and stood up.

“please shoot me, shoot me, shoot me” i begged with tears, forcing him to look away once again.

“seriously madam, this is slowly slipping from me. I have only two options left, which are pretty hard” he said and swallowed hard while i stared at him hopefully, wiping my tears.

“Number one. I play the good cop bad cop tactics on Esther, by secretly getting another audience with her. This time with another officer. We will then present some selling lies and my colleague will ask for money to keep us quiet. Most whites think we are all corrupt. So i feel she will buy my offer, and through that opportunity, i can get her to talk. The only bad side of it, is that if it goes bad, i can be fired from the force. The second option is presenting my facts to your mother inlaw, get her to reveal more details about her white guests to me. I’ll then do what we call profiling, which will enable me get the man who killed your husband. Esther is no fool, she had no time to hire a local hitman. She probably brought the killer along as her brother, cousin or friend. The only bad side of this plan is that it may take more than two days to accomplish which then leaves us with one option which you must do yourself to avoid trial. If i fail to meet up with the deadline” he concluded seriously.

“so what’s the option?” i asked.

“oh it’s very dangerous. A very dangerous option” he murmured.


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