I stared at the gory crime scene, blood smeared around the room, with a sentence written on the white painted walls.
'She shouldn't have found out to truth.'
Beside me was Sir Hayes who is in charge of the case, trying hard not to throw up. I shook his head, moving away from to scene. "Where are you going to?" Sir Hayes asked, following him behind.
"To take a smoke or I am not allowed?" I furrowed his brows.
Sir Hayes stepped back, raising his hands in defense. I walked out of the balcony, retrieving a cigarette from my pocket and i lights it up.Indeed, i am in dilemma although my face didn't show it. I never smoke unless something is bothering me and this is something serious, my beloved wife murdered right under my nose.
Some would have said it was suicide but to plain direct mess
