I barely shut my lids for ninety five minutes before my phone began yelling, infact it sounded like it was connected to a loud speaker, I needed to rest, the bags under my eye balls were beaming with glow balls already, I sincerely did not set out to sign my whole life into crimes, I think its high time I got this MBA and make the switch.... My boss was on the line and as usual another crime scene was awaiting our inspection. I remember last summer when mumsy came visiting and she stumbled on the pictures of dead clients she couldn't believe her eyes, she had her pastor call me severally and she began scrutinising every of my movements, don't mind my mother she's just a Nigerian, those of us who are blessed to come from that part of the world have a free gift 'tagged' overreacting embedded in our veins....
I am a criminal uhhhh ok let me rephrase, I am a criminal lawyer, I work for the best law firm in this part of the world, I have handled more dead bodies than most medical students and doctors, criminals like Raymond Reddington of the black list, fascinate me, women like Olivia Pope and Annalise Keithing keep me up at night searching for how to apprehend a criminal or how to save them, my job description also includes flirting with important personnel at the district attorney's office to get information and favours. I sometimes change my identity just to unravel a mystery and yeaaasss I have learnt to be an actor in the process, me sef fit fake Spanish accent all I need to do is take a stroll to youtube and yeaaaas I would be sounding like a Spanish princess.
I arrived at the crime scene, I was the last team member to land and the house is massively beautiful, I already began thinking one of their business partners must be responsible for this, I had the privilege of meeting the woman murdered once, she was so sweet, it was definitely during my college days, what a waste? Her husband looked like his world had just crumbled and their daughter was terribly yelling, she definitely needed to be sedated. I actually am not an emotional person but her tears moved me a bit.
Hmmmm, the police had arrived and were inspecting all necessary things, her body found in the guest room, she was supposed to be in Manchester and yes she was cause her business partners confirmed she did land, now the question how her body got to the guestroom and no one saw her walk in or was she dragged in there? The walls had no blood stain, she was shot on her left leg, there were no struggle signs. This is definitely a premeditated murder and whoever did this is a pro.... We just might never get to the root of this, as if my boss was eavesdropping on my thought, he yelled we must get to the bottom of this as I have been paid heavily to keep your ass working till the killer is handed over to the police... UNDERSTOOD!!!!!
The team began interrogating all house keepers that have ever worked for the Lawsons, it was a dead end even the police had nothing, the autopsy result brought a new spin to the case, she died of poison and only her finger prints were found on the gun, hmmmmm why would she want to kill herself, with all the Money and goodwill going for her or was she in debt? We began investigating her financial records and we found nothing or maybe she was involved in a shady deal hmmmm we just kept guessing....
I decided to visit Miss Lawson and see how she was fairing, she was in a more terrible state, her dad said she had refused to eat, see anyone talk more of allowing the doctor have a chat with her, I spoke to her and all she said was that I should bring her phone to her and she wanted to sleep in her parents room alone, I signalled to her dad to call the doctor, we went upstairs chaiiiii their master bedroom is heavenly, no offence but it's bigger than some communities *rolls eyes* for a moment I forgot a young girl was grieving hmmm her shoe closet left me speechless....God make me wealthy.... Its funny how someone had all this and still decided to tow the suicide line.... But we've dug no dirt yet till then I"ll stick to the she was murdered story....
I looked at the left hand side of the bed I saw Mr Lawson's million dollar wristwatch, hmmm vanity would not Let me focus. I have only seen that watch on television, mehn all my heart kept saying was you better touch it, its a rare opportunity many wont have in their life time. I picked it up and to my greatest surprise I saw blood stains on the watch, I looked around by then the young lady had slept off..... I quickly threw the watch into my bra and started snooping for more when Mr Lawson walked in.....
(Stay tuned for the concluding part... Thanks for reading).
