She Did It - Episode 14

Ms Bolanle had gotten over the loss  of her colleague. She had to resume her job and figure out the murderer. 

She decided to put a call through Dominique. When she answered the call, they discussed and she told her to come to her house. They made an appointment to meet the next day. 

The following day, Dominique was early to Bolanle's house. Her parlour looked beautiful and craftly decorated. It scented like myrrh was sprayed everywhere. She stared at the perfect work of art, as the maidservant told her to wait for some minutes, so she would inform her madam.

Bolanle had her office in her apartment. The maidservant knocked twice and opened the door. Bolanle raised her head which bowed on the table as she flipped from one document to another.

"Good morning, Ma", the maidservant said, and her hands clung to each other down her laps.

"Good morning, how can I help you?", Bolanle asked.

"I think you have an urgent visitor", the maidservant said.

"Oh really? Usher the person in", Bolanle blurted out.

"All right, no problem", the maidservant said. She ran to the sitting room and saw Dominique sitting, she waved at her and ushered her to the office. She left the door as she pointed it to her, after Dominique had entered the office.

"Wow! It's you

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. I thought as much. Welcome, dear", Bolanle said, while standing as she pointed at the sit opposite her, asking Dominique to sit on it. Dominique sat down, while Bolanle tried as much to arrange documents that littered her table. After she was done, she took a quick breath.

"Okay, Ms Dominique, my main suspect seems to be Sheila and I need some necessary information about her which had been playing on my neck, in order to nail her down", Bolanle said.

"Hmm, she had even abandoned our family and never cares. But my mum is always saying that she had probably moved on which I don't want to buy into", Dominique said.

"Well, Mr John was murdered between 4:30 to 5:00PM on that day, though we became aware the next day. The time frame was borne out from the time, his car drove out of the office", Bolanle said.

"How did you know? And how will I help with information relating to this", Dominique asked inquisitively.

"Err, can you remember the time Sheila came to your house and was told about Mr John being at the helm of the detective case?", Bolanle asked.

"Yes, I can. It was 4:00PM because we were getting ready for dinner. My parents had appointment by 6:00PM, and had to eat so early", Dominique said.

"Okay, good", Bolanle said and shook her head. She continued with her query, "do you know whether she left immediately?".

"Not really, she even stayed around with us during the dinner.

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. In essence, she had the dinner with us", Dominique said. Bolanle immediately stood and let out a heavy sigh.

"And she didn't go out to receive a call?" Bolanle asked, and bent slowly with her hand resting on the table and her face placed towards Dominique own.

"Not at all", Dominique replied.

"Well, John call log showed he called Sheila by 4:17PM and they talked for three minutes and all", Bolanle said.

"I can't figure how that happened. Except I didn't know the exact past four she entered our apartment. But I kept to time, which was calling my parents out by 4:05PM ", Dominique said.

"Well, even that....", Bolanle snapped. She continued, "there is something, I am trying to connect. Do you know Sheila's house address?".

"Yes", Dominique said and Bolanle handed a paper to her which she used to pen down the address.

"Thank you so much", Bolanle said. She accompanied Dominique outside her apartment gate. They hugged and exchanged perks.

Bolanle turned and walked back to her sitting room, she moved into the kitchen, brought down a glass cup from a refrigerator and a plastic of bottle water. She filled the glass cup and gulped down all. Dews particles could be seen concentrating in the glass cup surfaces. She entered her office, brought out a crisp A-4 paper which she used to scribble down some writings.

"Phew! I'm tired", she exhaled.