Chapter 50 The Note

Chapter 50 The Note
Detective Harris's POV

I had barely settled into my chair in my office when the desk phone rang sharply again.

I looked at it for a second before picking it up.“Harris on line.” I responded smoothly, my voice low and steady.

“It’s me, Lucy.” The voice came softly from the other end of the call.

“Yes,” I responded sharply. All my mind was thinking was that she has something else to tell or show me… probably something she might have forgotten to tell me when I was at her desk just earlier.

I was curious and I couldn't just wait till hear her say it…whatever it is.

“Sir, the security personnel just finished compiling the footage. It’s ready.” Her voice was steady and professional, but there was a faint tightness beneath it that didn’t escape me…something I quite didn't understand yet.

I sighed and straightened in my chair immediately. “Good. Send it in. Now.” I said sharply, my tone left no room for delay.

“Yes sir,” Lucy replied quickly before ending the call.

I didn't hesitate before placing the receiver back down slowly then I leaned back until my chair for about half a second, staring at my dark laptop screen that was still open in front of me.

My jaw tightened slightly. “Let’s see who you really are,” I muttered quietly under my breath while my fingers kept tapping against my desk.

My mind was already racing ahead of the video… simultaneously thinking of every possible outcome, every face that might appear on that screen, every mistake I might have missed.

Just a few moments later, I suddenly sighted two uniformed security officers approaching through the transparent glass door of the main office.

I sat upright and waved at them quickly. They got the sign, so they walked up towards my office and knocked twice before coming in.

I signalled them in at once, and they opened the door carefully and stepped inside. “Good afternoon, sir,” one of them greeted, standing rigidly at attention.

The other nodded respectfully. “Sir.” he said calmly.

I gave them both a short nod. “You have it?” I asked quickly.

One of them stepped forward and placed a small flash drive on my desk carefully. “Yes sir. All footage from the last hour, compiled and checked.” He responded swiftly, his voice steady while he remained rooted to the ground as if expecting my next command.

I looked at the flash drive briefly before looking back at them. “Good. Leave it there. That will be all for now.” I said.

“Yes sir,” they responded in unison before turning and walking out quietly.

I didn't move fast, I waited until the door closed completely before reaching for the drive just across from where I was seated.

I didn't hesitate any longer, I immediately inserted the flash drive into my laptop and clicked on the video file.

The footage began to play slowly.

First, the entrance of the station appeared on the screen—officers walking in and out of the station just like every other normal day.

Civilians entered too; then handcuffed criminals were pushed inside, suspects shouting, struggling and refusing to cooperate while the officers struggled not to lose their patience.

For the first few minutes of the video, nothing unusual seemed to happen.

But I didn't lower my guard, I didn't grow impatient, and I didn’t fast forward the video.

Instead, I leaned closer, studying every face, every movement, every shift in body language, and the subtle change in each person’s step—how they walked in compared to how they walked out.

My eyes were sharp, focused and maybe too picky of slight inconsistencies.

I just wanted to see everything so I activated the patient side of me. I know I can't achieve what I wanted while rushing through this video. I need to watch every single second of this video…because I've no idea where my answers could be hiding.

Minutes passed and the video still felt slow, almost painfully slow.

But I still refused to skip or fast forward.

I wanted to catch something small. Something others might overlook.

My fingers rested near the keyboard, ready and waiting to click pause the second I see anything that needs to be questioned or investigated.

Just immediately, toward the end of the footage, she suddenly appeared—the woman Lucy must be describing.

She walked into the station wearing a scarf tightly over her hair.

I leaned closer immediately. “There you are…” I murmured underneath my breath.

“Gotcha—!” The wire suddenly escaped my lips.

The woman looked exactly like Lucy had described. She was restless, impatient, turning her head constantly, and always looking behind her shoulder like she was expecting something to suddenly appear behind her.

She kept adjusting her scarf, and her movements were nervous.

I watched as she paused near the entrance as if thinking twice before stepping into the station.

Then she suddenly looked over her shoulder again, almost panicked.

My eyes narrowed. “Who are you running from?” I whispered to the screen.

Shortly after, the woman stepped fully inside the station, still glancing around like someone expecting danger to burst through the door any second.

My finger suddenly moved and paused the video sharply and zoomed in on her face.

The image blurred slightly before sharpening.

Then I leaned closer into my laptop as if I would kiss the screen, but I only wanted to get a better view of what the woman's face looked like.

I stared hard at her features—her eyes, her nose, her lips and even the tiny little dot by the side of her chin.

I studied her for quite a long time before leaning back slowly into my chair.

“That’s not Shenell.” I whispered quietly but firmly.

I have seen Shenell enough times to know what she looks like even in scarfs.

I can swear that this isn't Shenell…this isn't even what her size and height looks like.

Mind you, I’m not into Shenell, but I swear I could bet that she has much bigger and prettier boobs than the woman in this video.

This woman I’m staring at right now is different. She has a completely different face shape, different eyes… I mean, everything is different from Shenell.

So who could she be?

And in her letter, she wrote that her mother-in-law killed her husband, Charlie.

The last time I checked, Charlie Carter is only married to Shenell… except for his secretary-mistress, Zoey.