DENNIS


    "She was here at Eclipse?" I quipped. "No offense but are you sure you''ve got your facts right?"


    The detective smiled. "Yes, Mr Dennis. We would not be here if we were not sure."


    "Can you tell me who this person is? I might know if they frequent here."


    He shook his head apologetically and sped his hand on the table. "I can not tell you more than ! already have. But I assure you that you have nothing to worry about. You are not in any form of trouble. And our presence here is not a mistake, we made sure of that. Though there''s no proof that her murderer was exactly in this club but the chances are high."


    As I listened to the detective, I was torn between being relieved and remaining worried. He just said there was no proof yet he said there was a high chance. "What exactly do you want?"Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    He unsped his hand and ttened them on the desk, "For now, we''d need a particr footage from six years back."


    He brought out a little pad from his breast pocket. He opened it, looked through it for a while before he read out the date and time of the footage that they needed.


    He returned the book where he fished it from, and raised his eyes to me when he was done, "That''s the footage we would need for now. But after further investigation, we might need toe back for more." I nodded as I took it all in. "Okay," I said as I rose from my seat. "I will take you to the security surveince team and you can tell them the footage you need."


    He nodded and stood up from his seat too. I turned around and headed the surveince room.


    the way to


    As I walked through the hallways, the detective closely behind me, I imagined a murderer marching through these halls as they stalked their soon-to-be victim but it was hard to even picture the scene.


    I couldn''t help but wonder how a murder might have taken ce in my bar. Eclipse had just been a start up then, I was still struggling to get the ce up and running. If there had been any shady movement or activity, I definitely would have noticed. I knew most of the people that frequented here and none of them were liable tomit murder. Maybe a fight here and there but murder? No way. Even back when I was following my father''s step, killing anyone had always been out of the options to get anyone to yield to my demands


    It was either that there was a huge mistake somewhere or they just got the wrong bar. Well, it''s all a mistake. With that thought, I felt more confident that this would be thest time the police would be here. The members of the surveince team rose to their feet the moment I stepped into the dimly lit room.


    "Good day, sir," they


    chorused.


    I nodded and responded to their greetings. I could havee here myself, retrieved a copy of the footage they needed and send it to them but I wanted them to see everything as it were. I wanted them to see that I had absolutely nothing to hide.


    "We need a footage," I told them as I gazed around at the monitors that showed the different parts of the


    bar.


    I turned to the detective and nodded. He returned my gesture and read out the date and time frame of the clip he needed.


    One of the surveince team, anky dude with sses that looked bigger than his face, immediately got to work. After a while, he called onto a young woman who joined him.


    I took a deep breath as I took a seat in the room and encouraged the detective to do the same. This might take a while.


    After a few minutes of watching them get on with their recently assigned tasks, I asked impatiently, trying to mask my growing concern, "So, what''s the verdict?" What''s taking them so long?


    The young woman stepped forward with a determined look, "We apologize sir but retrieving the footage is going to be quite a challenge."


    I frowned as I felt the detective''s gaze on me. "And why is that?”


    "The storage locations have changed multiple times over the years, and the data might be scattered across different systems."


    My mind raced with questions as I processed the information. "It is possible to piece it all together, isn''t it?" I inquired, a tinge of doubt creeping into my voice.


    What would the detectives think if we couldn''t produce the footage they needed? I really couldn''t let this ce get locked up.


    The woman turned back to the team and asked a few questions.