Thursday 7th SeptemberWe sit and drink some tea. I have to let these unbelievable revelations sink in. After a while I ask her about the crime scene.
“Who helped you, Zia?”
“When Tony die I panic I call Old Cushi.”
Oh, yes, Old Cushi. He had contacts alright. Old Cushi arrived shortly afterwards. Uncle Tony was still on the living room floor. In this very same room we are sitting in. Old Cushi gave orders. Told Zia and Susi to fetch buckets and start cleaning the blood up. He called some builders. Four men, in overalls, arrived in a van. They thought of dumping the body on a construction site they were working on. But that might have turned out to be risky. Old Cushi decided Uncle Tony should be buried in the pantry. They were sure he’d fit in there. If he didn’t they’d have to cut off
