CHAPTER 21

Efua's POV

I sat silently in the disgusting room they called an interrogation room. It was stuffy and wreaked of sewage. I swatted an annoying fly that kept on bothering me. Well maybe it’s because this people wouldn't allow me take a darn shower. The dried blood on my skin had begun to look like tattoos on my skin and itched like hell.

"Madam for the last time, did you kill Mr. Adedayo?!" He said raising his voice slightly. We had been on this for over an hour now and at first I wasn't responding because I was still in shock from what happened but when I realized the implication of the event I came back to reality.

But seriously how stupid could these Nigerian policemen be? You arrested someone with a bloodied knife also covered in blood with two unconscious bodies besides her and you asking whether she killed one of them. Please where are the men with actual brains in their heads.