Give it to me

Chapter (1) I am not free to die, but I am free Detective. James read the quote that the accused wrote on one of the walls of his apartment wall. It was a quote from one of Shakespeare's novels. That was his belief! “He's crazy” James turned and brushed his hair back with his hand as he headed into the kitchen, opening a drawer and pulling out an envelope of instant coffee. “There is no problem with some coffee,” he said to himself. He sat on one of the chairs and pondered the saying, trying to understand what was going on in the midst of the movement of his men to gather information from the apartment and anything that could lead them to a clue to solve the puzzle. Suddenly he broke the calmness of his thinking and analysis of the incident. The next mistake was coming from the main apartment door. Suddenly, a blonde-haired girl, tied in a tail, slender body, with black eyes and a long face, of a serious and firm character entered the apartment. The detective looked at her, but he didn't care. He turned to notice that he was in the kitchen. She turned to him. She stopped suddenly “what happens”?! Asking for an explanation of the commotion in the neighborhood and the apartment, the interrogator rose quietly. The interrogator knew who she was. She was not affiliated with any security or government agency or the royal forces. She was an agent of the CIA. Anyone entering or leaving, “It's Britain,” said the interrogator, trying to warn the girl in front of him that. she was not on American soil “I have a mandate, and who are you?” Those words came out of her throat with force and sternness and unity, wondering who the person in front of her was?! I'm James — JamesKotler , an investigator who has been in investigation for 12 years, he said, trying to show his experience in his field. She turned around after he had finished his words and gave him a look of mockery. The British like to gossip. That's what she knew about them. Some fools hated Queen Elizabeth andsupported!d