Los Angeles, 10pm. The city never sleeps, but Nathaniel kings was about to take his last breath. The penthouse lights flickered as he stumped to the floor, a bullet wound staining his chest. His phone buzzes with an unread Message.
“ I’m here.”
As Nathaniel breathed his last, Nathaniel eyes locked onto the phone, a desperate urge to see who messaged him, flashing through his fading thoughts. But his body betrayed him, too weak to lift a hand. His lips moved in a silent whisper, forming a single word: ‘Eloisa.’ Then, his head lolged to the side, eyes going cold. He was gone.” And then a shadow came out of an hiding and disappeared like it has come with a sound of leaving vehicle sounding from his garage.
Maria his maid who had gone out earlier to get some groceries to restocked the house came back to the penthouse, bags of groceries spilling from her hands as she burst through the door. The scream stuck in her throat. Nathaniel king’s, her boss, lay motionless on the floor, blood pooling around him. ‘ Dios Moi! ‘ she whispered, dropping the bags. She fumbled for her phone and dialed 911, her voice shaking. ‘ There’s…there’s a dead body…my boss…Mr. kings… he’s…he’s been shut.
Some minutes later, The police arrived, Sirens blaring outside with paparazzi that was making News of the situation, Creating an Headline that the Mighty Nathaniel Kings is dead in his penthouse . Detective Jameson took charge, Surveying the scene. “ Seal the area. Get forensics here ASAP.” He approached Maria, who was trembling in the hallway.
Ma’am can you tell me what happened? He said
Maria recounted her story with tears streaming down her face. “ I want out to buy some groceries…came…back…and…”she couldn’t speak more as she burst into tears.
Detective Jameson’s expression turned serious as he listened to Maria.
Did you touch anything in the penthouse on your returns ? He asked.
Maria shook her head, Sniffing. N-no, just the door handle and…my phone.
He nodded. ‘ Good. We’ll need to get your statement down.
Did Mr kings have any enemies, anyone who’d want him dead?
Maria hesitated, Honestly, I only knew of one person he seemed troubled about _ Eloisa. I’d hear him pleading with her on the phone sometimes, asking for forgiveness. And one day, he was talking to her in persons, sounded like they had a rough past. He called her his Ex. I’ve never seen her face m, but her voice… it gave me chills.
Detective Jameson nodded and told her he would be back, he went inside the crime scene where mr Nathaniel body was lying, he crouched beside Nathaniel’s body, eyes fixed on the phone screen. The message stated back at him I’m here. Sent by Eloisa Banks. He exchanged a look with his partner. “ you know Eloisa Banks?”
His partner nodded gravely. “ The paparazzo’s been all over her. Word is, she’s not someone to mess with. Returned to LA, two weeks ago, running her late father’s business. And get this- she’s got a kid, father’s unknown.
Interesting, Jameson said in hearing Eloisa story. She seems like a woman who had gone through a lot but still stand tall. I would like to meet her in person to discuss what business does she had with Nathaniel that leads to his death because she obviously a prime suspect.
Jasper, the partner who had narrated Eloisa story nodded in agreement as they both left the room not without telling the remaining teams to pack up any suspected evidence and locking up this building, telling every other workers to vacant the house after their statement has been made. Paparazzi chased after them with questions while on their way to the garage.
*What did you find out about Mr Nathaniel death?
* Was there a break-in?
* Did the killer take anything?
* Do you have any leads on the murder weapon?
Detective Jameson kept moving without giving an answer to any questions asked, his mind was buzzing with questions about Eloisa Banks as he stepped into his car. He glanced at his partner. “ Let pay Eloisa a visit.” They drove off.
