“Oh my God. Mark’s child? This is shocking.” She cried.
“Can you remember your husband being in possession of any bead? A black bead precisely.” James continued. The other policemen kept quiet and allowed him to do the questioning.
“A bead?” without much effort her mind instantly went back to the black bead Mark never wanted to take off his neck nineteen years ago. She also remembered that he stopped wearing it a very long time ago. But what has that got to do with his death or his so called son? “No, Mark was not in possession of any bead. But I remember he used to wear one a very long time ago, but he misplaced it and I never saw it on him again.”
“Are you very sure that he wasn’t wearing it by the time he left for work this morning?”
“No, that wouldn’t be possible.”
“But isn’t ther
