Billionaires' Bane

Shekinah's Memory

Shekinah sighed as she opened her eyes slowly, only to find a face so close to hers, peering over her.

She raised her head from the desk immediately, looking around. It looked like she was in a police station.

"What am I doing here?" She asked without a second thought. She wasn't supposed to be here right now, she was supposed to be at home, planning Veera's death.

"What are you doing here?" The man repeated her question with a scoff and turned over the table, sitting opposite her.

"You slept really well for someone who murdered a soul, Miss Shekinah Miles." The police man looked angry. Shekinah stared, looking puzzled. What was this man - she looked over at his ID and saw the name, John - saying?

"Why are you staring at me like that, Miss Shekinah? You better start talking or else..."

"Start talking? What have I done to be locked up in here?" Shekinah stared at her handcuffed hands and she sighed slowly.

"What's this?" She asked, shaking her hands.

"That is an handcuff." John replied sarcastically.

"Of course, I know what it is. I know it's an handcuff. What I want to know is why this on my hand?" Shekinah was getting furious.

John banged his hand on the table impatiently and angrily, standing up at the same time.

"Miss Shekinah. It'll be better for you to cooperate with us and reveal the truth now." He said sternly. Shekinah wasn't having it as she stood up too, gritting her teeth.

"What truth?"

"Who killed Mr Rick Camden?" John asked and she blinked.

"What?" She muttered.

"This." John held up the bloody phone in a transparent plastic bag, "You had Mr Rick's phone with you. You were also caught at the site of the scene. Do you still want to deny the facts?" He chuckled.

"How do have that phone?" Shekinah muttered, her face blank.

"How do we have the phone? Are you joking with us, Shekinah? This is not funny!" John was out of his mind already.

"No, wait. This is - This is Rick's phone, okay?" She said and John nodded slowly, taking his seat.

"Good, talk."He said.

"And Rick called me few minutes ago. I'm supposed to meet him at a coffee shop and hand his phone to him. He forgot it at our restaurant." Shekinah said and John blinked.

"I think you are mistaken, Miss Miles. Rick didn't call you few minutes ago. He called you six hours ago. Mr Rick Camden was found dead at exactly 6:40 pm and this is currently 12:40. You were asleep for six hours." John said, his fingers drumming the table slowly as he stared at Shekinah deeply. She seemed confused.

Shekinah raised her hands to her head, closing and opening her eyes several times.

"Is there a problem with my statement, Miss Miles?" John asked.

"No. It's just...I can't remember anything." She said. John chuckled, his lips widening as he laughed lightly before becoming serious again.

"So, you killed a man, you slept off for six hours and woke up, pretending not to remember anything?" John asked.

"Six hours? Why would I sleep off if I killed a man?" Shekinah felt John's statement was unbelievable but hers would be more unbelievable, if she couldn't remember anything. What was wrong with her memory? Shekinah had no problem with her memories ever, not even when her mother died!

"It's not news. Psychopaths tend to act differently." John said. Shekinah looked up at him, her eyes mixed with fury and rage and the mention of her, being a psychopath.

"Are you mad about it?" John asked, "Huh?!"

"I am not a psychopath." Shekinah was crazed.

"Okay fine. Then why did you kill Rick Camden for nothing?!" John asked furiously and Shekinah gulped. This was the time to remember, remember Shekinah. Try hard.

"Hey, Shekinah. This is intelligence information but I just have to tell you for you to reveal the truth and speak up. You are safer with us here than anywhere else. Rick's elder brother might be a billionaire for facade but the truth is that, he is the head of a Russian Mafia. He would kill you when he finds you, so please, help us save your life." John pleaded.

"I don't remember." Shekinah said calmly, unbothered by his story. What she couldn't wrap her finger around was the fact that Rick was dead, why would he die?

"Shekinah...."

"Just give me an hour alone. I'll try to get my memories back." Shekinah interrupted and John sighed, clicking his tongue slowly.

"I guess there's nothing I can do to help you then." He said and she raised a brow.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I can't help you, Shekinah. I was given only an hour to question you and see if you'll provide anything useful." He said.

"And?"

"Rick's elder brother, Xamien had connections everywhere, Shekinah. If you didn't confess within an hour, the investigation would be stopped." John said. Shekinah scoffed lightly.

"Why would they stop the investigation? They are supposed to catch the killer, aren't they?" She was appalled.

"That's such a large word for someone who is the main suspect. Even your fingerprints are on the bloody knife." John was surprised by her words.

"So is this news supposed to make me happy? Me being released?" Shekinah asked.

"No, Shekinah. It's supposed to make you sad. I mean, you are freed of all investigations and the case is going to be closed but that just means Xamien wrote your name in his book. He took the case into his hands himself." John said.

"He is going to avenge his brother's death. You would have been saved if you had spoken a little earlier." He added.

"The case can't be closed. I'll dig into this but I'm very sure I'm not the killer. I have not reason to kill Rick.... Camden?" She asked, wondering if she got the surname correctly, John nodded.

"Rick Camden." She said again.

"How do you know that? You are a ...."

"Don't say the word, else I'm going to stab a pen into your balls once I'm released." Shekinah was really serious.

"You have a large mouth, Miss Miles. Goodbye." He said and uncuffed her hands, walking out of the room before her.

His hands were fisted, showing he was really annoyed by the change of plans, but could do nothing. If it were up to him, he would imprison the motherfvcking psychopath once and for all. It was obvious she was the killer but she claimed not to remember a thing.

"Arsenic was found in her box at home." Another officer said at the end and John fisted his hands tightly. She even had poison at home? There were no limits to how dangerous this girl could be and yet the higher ups wanted her to be released. That was like releasing a monster into the human world!

"That psychopath!" He cursed.

"Never call a psychopath a psychopath. I'm telling you, they hate it." His voice was clear, calm and husky. Yet, it had the aura of someone who controlled a lot of power and authority.

Shekinah stood by the door, her legs fixed on a point as the stared at the man who had helped her shut the police man up.

"Thank you." She wanted to say, but her head felt wobbly and all she wanted right now was to get home and have a good rest. She made to take a final step out of the room but the man blocked her part.

"Where are you going to?" He asked, the same voice, his scent masking her nose.

"To my house." Shekinah muttered.

"Do you want to come to mine?" He asked and she looked up to meet his sharp eyes.

"Yours?" She asked.

"Yes, mine, Shekinah." She should ask how he knew her name but that wasn't the question in her mind. Shekinah's head was weak, her eyes were closing and she leaned towards him for stamina.

He smiled, his right hand wrapping her back and drawing her closer to him. He bent his head towards her ear and whispered the words.

"I can make you feel at home."

"My house is as comfortable as the underworld, where you sent my younger brother to, Shekinah Miles."