Would you believe someone was innocent, even though you caught them red-handed? wouldn't that be considered stupidity? isn't that stupid?
These thoughts roamed around Mide's head, The 27-year-old detective was at his wit's end with his case, he rubbed his face once again with his palm as he paced around his office.
He sighed as he stared at the case file which currently sat in his hands.
Temi Adeyemi
That was the only name they could attach to whatever was left of the girl. The killer was simply psychotic, no arguments there.
Temi Adeyemi
He didn't know her too well, He just knew her enough to know that she was his sister's best friend. Temi was Ire's close friend, and he had seen her come over countless times, He had even had a conversation with her once! Temi was not someone who could have an enemy, she was a saint! a pure one! but the drugs found in her system showed otherwise.
Mide felt conflicted. How exactly was she going to break the news to his sister? How was he going to tell her that her best friend was found detached and soaked in blood in an apartment, and her supposed killer claims Amnesia, He already had issues with Ire. Ire would not take this news lightly.
Mide groaned loudly when he remembered he was supposed to pick up his fiance, Gina. But Gina would understand. right? he hoped she would.
He flipped the pages. glancing over and over again, trying to find a loophole, a slight ditch, a small pathway, a tiny leeway but nothing!
Mide had spent the last five hours staring at this case file, and everything seemed in order, the dates, pictures, events, time frames, it was almost perfect, but there was nothing like the perfect crime, and Mide wanted to prove that!
He gave up as he plopped down on his office chair. The case file rested on the brown polished table which complemented the cream walls. Mide sighed. threading his hands through his hair, The events of the past few minutes replaying in his mind.
" I didn't kill anyone! please listen! please ! please! pl-"
"I wish I could unsee what I just saw" A voice confessed. soon an Afro-haired, dark-skinned lady walked in, her gun tucked into her pocket carefully, and her badge on display.
It had taken Mide a few minutes to register that he was no longer alone. he raised an eyebrow at the woman who had helped herself to a chair and was now looking at the dreaded file, maybe she...
"Jane -" He began, but he was cut off abruptly.
"Save it" she cut him off, Registering the look in the man's eyes and attempting to put out the flames before it began. "It was a case, We solved it. we found the killer, just let it go!" She suddenly roared. She was up to her neck in this too, The press, Media, The higher-ups, they all wanted to get to the bottom of the case and now that they had finally done it, She was not going to let her goody-two-shoes partner ruin it all because he decided to play detective all over again.
Mide frowned. “It couldn't have been Hannah, you know that! it just doesn't make sense!” He yelled back.