Don Marcello. Would he regret it at last if Melissa finds a suitor? Young madam, as she was known by the domestic staff sat at her vanity table doing the final beauty regime as she does. She had just been attended to by the chief maid who styled her hair. But in her situation, she hears and obeys those inner voices: A little retouch, here, yes. All to get back her husband's attention Picking her little comb for a bit of a retouch in her hair, hoping she would look cute, she felt a movement of somebody walking in. It was Don Marcello, her husband. He stopped at her back groaned her name maiden name and handed her an envelope. Her eyes glittered with the envelope bearing the maiden name: Melissa Cole. "Toasting afresh?" Her fingers trembled, pulling out the paper in the white envelope. Exasperated, she rested the back of her neck on the edge of the chair at the vanity table. A while later, she read it again. A divorce paper duly signed. "Don Marcello." she nodded. It dawned

Melissa Gets Suitor Mrs P, the MD of the Cottage came around the restaurant cum lodging, seeing Melissa asked, " Who is this? ""She was employed last year, Ma," the chef answered her."Come, keep the plates," she told Melissa.She switched off the plate washer and walked out to the door where Mrs P stopped. "Have you been working as a kitchen attendant?"Melissa," answered firmly," No, Ma. But I am catching up.""No. Come, come, come." she took her away, and entered her office with her." Sit down. You are from where?""Cosa," she answered."Why did you seek for a job?" She fixed eyes on her. "My boyfriend quarreled with me. So, I was stranded. I felt I needed to fend for myself.""How old are you?""25 years"." Did he abuse you?" "No." "Were you engaged to him?""Yes. We were married. He divorced me. ""Okay, you are divorced. Fine. Have you worked in the office once?""No. But I have a degree in economics.""Good. Good. You will be of help. Have you had your breakfast? " "No.

He swaggered into a club called The Cheetah and took a sharp peep into what was going on inside. He gave way from the door and later sat at a table with two girls One of the girls left her seat and sat next to him. "Sir, should I join you" Her smile was beautiful and she asked if his cigarette had finished. "No no. You care? " Don Marcello took out the pack from his chest pocket and opened it. She slipped out one stick clinically from the remaining eighteen sticks. Don Marcello gave her his lighter."This is pure gold? Lizz, see." She struck the light once. Lizzy rolled her eyes at Don Marcello again and again. She had been lusting after him " Sir, you are not living around. I have not seen you before. " she said across the table. Don Marcello agreed. " Does every girl come to this club? " he asked her. "Every girl? No. Do you mean every club girl? ""No. Any girl. Could any girl just follow her friends to come here? ""You are funny. Of course, no.""You said, of course, no.

Maria and two other security operatives on duty on the night of the inferno had arrived, before two men. The Crime Officer (CO Clems) and a policewoman who was the Investigating officer called everybody into his office."Now, what you wrote in your statements is what you all are going to say. Or is anyone here who wants to change his or her statement?"There was silence after the CO's question."You. Tell us what you know about the fire incident," he told Maria."I resumed duty on that fateful night by quarter to six in the evening." began Maria," I went round the warehouse, as I always do when I report to duty before taking over. The warehouse was locked with its keys at both entrances. I went to the office blocks, the windows were locked and the A/Cs were off.I went and took over duty.""From who?" asked the CO"From Mr John. Nobody came in. All of a sudden, people outside the premises were shouting fire. I have just finished my patrol and did not detect any possibility of a fire i

"Okay, guys. Let's summarize this analysis and cook the criminal."He measured the footmarks. One stretch of the palm. From the thumb to the tip of the middle finger and the length of the last finger. He jotted down size 36. The person smoking the non-mentol cigarette, his feet size is 36. "You will see how I will fish him out"He measured the other footmark.A stretched palm, from the thumb to the tip of the middle finger. One and a half of it equals size 42."Let's go," said Don Marcello. " Do whatever I told you.Back at the station, he gave the IPO money to buy packs of cigarettes, menthol, and BH. He was sure the ash at the scene was BH ash. He gave him money as well for takeaways.Writer 2 carried the stuff to the cell and stopped outside the burglary proof."You inmates have to thank an NGO person who visited. He brought all these. Eat as you want, smoke as you want. No pretense." The writer 2 motivated them. " Eat as you can carry on and smoke your brand. Don't mix, mixing is