Chapter Twenty-nine: what language is that?

Mrs. Amira's POV.

I went to Mr. Dario's house and I saw the police officer standing right in front of the house.

"What are you doing outside so late at night?" The officer asked me.

"I saw someone enter inside Mr. Dario's house, so I came to check who it is," I said looking behind him.

"You must be mistaken ma'am, I have been here the whole night no one has entered this house and no one will." He told me firmly.

"Okay, let me just make sure."

I wanted to go on but he quickly stopped me.

"I am sorry but no one can go inside the house." He said holding his palm out.

I knew arguing this would be useless so I decided to think of another way to get in.

I was walking back to my house and I sprained my ankle I yelped knowing the officer could hear me as I was still in Mr. Dario's compound.

"What happened?" The officer asked as he rushed to my side.

"My ankle!!" I yelled out.

I knew if he inspects it, he will know that I am just pretending.