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It was a tough time to be the Chief of Homicide; the shock jocks filled the airwaves with dire predictions and they called for the Minister’s and my resignations. They put across such a ragtag of ridiculous theories; they suggested it could be the mild-mannered man next door, and one followed another. As the man leading the investigation, I had to make myself impervious to all this, as from where I sat, I could only lead and reassure the public and spread our net as wide as possible. This was a relentless task of painstaking checking and rechecking. Moleander wore a linen suit for the occasion. She was great backup to have on the day I was to put my job on the line. What if they called my bluff, but knowing those involved, there was simply no other way for me to go? She had turned up j
