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He had made a pause of ten seconds and lost that time in furniture's observation. Camshron looked at four of them and looked at their normal facial expressions.

"May I know your names?" Camshron said."Hudson, Mc Milan, Edwards" came the answers in a row and the old lady said, "Veronica." He looked at the one and only cop in the whole room running his pen's tip on a pocket notebook.

"I am Agent Nathan Camshron- in charge of this case." Camshron said ,"And I presume your cars were parked there last night."

Mr. Hudson-a tall bald man with wrinkles and blue eyes said, "Yes, we had. We park there because Mr. Haq allowed us to do so." Cop again wrote on his notebook.

"I think your cars won't be submitted to you before it reaches to Langley. Okay then, did anyone of you see someone coming in there?" Mr. Edwards- a slightly short but fat Englishman said, "No. We hadn’t noticed. I did not notice at all. He was an embassy member, so many people come here."

Camshron made a look on the cop's face who was making notes of all the statements," Any more things?"

"We did not notice anyone, it was our dinner time."

"Was someone here Mr. Mc Milan?"

"No, I had seen no one but a couple of days ago many people in cars had come here. They all looked to be VIPs." was his answer.

Camshron became somewhat loud, "Did anyone hear the sound of firing?"

The answer from all of them was "No."

Camshron didn’t know how it was possible.

In the CCTV video, sound was heard, but they said there was not any sort of sound. It was a place where every footstep echoed. Camshron wondered why the neighbors denied the presence of firing noise.

Camshron raised his eyebrows with words, "Sure?"

Mrs. Veronica said, "I don’t know about others, but there was no sound. My house is just a few meters away from the crime scene. Even I didn't hear it then, I doubt anyone else hearing it."

The answer was a bitter distaste in his mouth. Lewis felt they all were telling a lie.

At last Camshron lost his temper, "There was sound. Tell me everything, PLEASE."

"This is how you extract information." spoke Mc Milan.

Camshron only thought the words- Custody. Custody. but he said another thing, "Then tell me who used to come here Mrs. Veronica?" She said in a bit serious way, "Embassy members- as I know."

"Then others also came here not belonging to the embassy?"

"I think they don’t belong to…"

"Do you know any enemy of the dead man? Does anyone of you?"

All now looked to be pale. They got aware their answers were creating more trouble.

Mr. Edwards saw Camshron having a suspicious look on them. Camshron also noticed everyone had started fearing his interrogations. But he continued, "Anyone know?"

No one had any answer. He again spoke out, "You know you can get in trouble if you don’t answer with honesty."

"We know nothing." said Hudson.

The plural 'we' was suspicion triggering for Camshron. He first thought they all had involvement in murder. Second thing he thought was that they might have been blackmailed by the killer. Third thing he thought that both of logics might be wrong.

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He saw Mc Milan stepping on Edward's polished shoes. He was also unsatisfied by the plural.

Edwards also felt he had said a troublesome thing.

"I think you and your cars might say." said Camshron.

"What's the matter with our cars? They can't be transformers like stuff." said Hudson in a hurry.

The cop noted Transformers.

You are boosting my anger up! thought angry man, "A murder has happened. A man has done it, and we are not very sure if Haq was only his final target. If killer didn’t enter inside parking level- as per you, then how did he kill him? Sound was caused by firing but you say it hadn’t. Bullshit!"

Mrs. Veronica was now turning into ghee color. She was shaking. Camshron went near her and said, "Are you sure you are telling the truth? Or are you just wasting my time?"

"I am t-telling t-truth," stammered she, "I am s-sure."

Worthless - Camshron thought. He was going mad. He couldn’t get any clue. Instead, he was getting more perplexed.

Camshron moved back.

He had almost tripped on the rocking chair behind him. Camshron called the cop noting all those and had eyes chat with him and then he started heading towards the exit. He said, "Now you all are our lovelies. Come to Langley if we contact anyone among you." Then Nathan went out with heavy tramps.

He saw grey clouds had in the sky.

Rain.

Camshron was too much disappointed due to conversation. The crime was a perfect piece of pie.

Camshron had just one thing in his mind, "The killer must not be a hitman." This was because hired killers just kill for money and most of them don't erase evidences. They terminate others and run as far as they can.

He could not point out from where he could begin the investigation.

Chat had let to no conclusion but additional uncertainties.

He looked at police vans and crime scene tapes. He saw Fernsby along with Meredink. He said to Fernsby, "Sir, no conclusion yet." in a low voice.

"NO CLUE?" exclaimed Mr. Fernsby.

"No sir, they say they haven’t heard firing's noise whereas we had heard in the video."

"So what have you decided?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I will go on for this case. We have to take cars in Langley and we have to talk with these people when we feel its time."

Mr. Fernsby wiped his spectacles by his white cotton handkerchief and put it on and said, "So where do you think you might stay for investigations?"

"Langley of course. For this case, I want to be fixed in another place. Not here!"

"Yep!" Mr. Fernsby said, turning back.

"Sir, I think neighbors are hiding something. I want to know about their relations with Haq."

"Okay then you may do this."

"But I may need support from MPD. Whole investigation can't be done by sitting in the desk of Langley."

He thought for a while and the answer came, "Mr. Meredink has agreed already."

This was a big relief for Camshron.

He could even get support in the investigation from MPD. He knew some political issues might be hidden behind this case. Rivalry or competition could be also the reason for the murder.

Camshron's judging ability had taken a step back. He wanted case to be started soon. Just a few minutes ago he had got informed about MPD's mood of stepping up in some sort of administrative rivalry.

He went near to the murder spot. He saw and smelt the body. It still looked not to be decaying. Some people were taking its photographs for forensic activities but Camshron knew forensic report or Post-Mortem reports were just reorganization of the murder.