Fighting The Cause of Darkness in the Heart

l's wife to inform her about the incident. However, she was uncooperative, scolding him without listening to explanations. Her voice was shrill and angry, like a bird screech

million-dollar contract they were about to sign was now off. He saw that

plicate of Kosi exited the car and entered the hallway, now looking different in the clothes Kosi had worn when leaving the hotel for the bar. Keeping her head down, she headed straight to the hotel room booked by Kosi, gathered everything, and che

o the hotel's luxurious decor. They soon discovered that a taxi driver had reported a suspicious passenger. The driver told them that a lady had hired him at a mall

the officers' hearts quickened with anticipation. They continued to the location and found the taxi parked in a quiet area, surrounded by trees that cast long shadows in the fading light. With no nearby cameras, they searched for finge

ng through from the village. One of the police officers approached the taxi driver and asked if the lady in pink was the one they were looking for. The driver said, "That lady was lighter-skinned than this one and di

few meters away. The bus rumbled to a stop, and Nosy boarded it, disappearing into the crowd. The police continued to search the area but found nothing. Nosy traveled back to the MPA hote

nswered, Nosy laughed, trying to contain her amusement. "What a funny day," she said, referencing her successful evasion of the police. Kosi smiled, knowing Nosy must have had a good time. "It almos

through hard work, but her stepmother and her lover, Victor, had taken control of it. Kosi had gathered evidence against them but was biding her t

, she asked curtly, "How may I help you? I'm tired and need to sleep, so be quick." The police officer struggled to maintain his composure, taken aback by Kosi's beauty and intimidating aura. Her tiny nightdress accentuated her features, and her c

igate thoroughly and find your suspect. If you want to keep me from sleeping, sign a contract – my hour is worth $1,500, not Rands. Think carefully." With that, she closed the door and returned to bed, leaving the police officer st