WEB CAM

I walked over the crime tape as he started escorting me into the crime scene. All eyes were on us as we were walking in the middle of the road. My damaged car, where the doctor was murdered, was still there with its door wide open and dried blood all over the floor close to it. I slowly went to the car and snooped inside; the seat of the car had a hole made by a bullet, as did the front glass. "Be careful not to touch anything, the doctors said, the doctor died due to the bullet." The cop said

I exhaled and placed my hands on my hips, glancing at the road. There were a few surrounding cars, including one that was parked on the other side of the road, facing my car. "Were there any eyewitnesses?" I inquired.

"No, Ms. Gates," he responded flatly. "That's impossible; my bodyguard told me the road was busy when he was driving the car, which meant there were a lot of people around when it happened," I said.

"Yeah, there are, but... the people are refusing to speak; they are acting like they have been paid by someone to keep quiet." The cop replied. I didn’t know Noah was this powerful. I knew only his father and my father could get away with murders, even if they were caught red-handed. My eyes rested on the car, and I sighed, knowing that my search had been in vain. I just ghosted Jake for nothing, and I was about to go when I realized the car was facing my car.

"Has that car been there for a long time?" I asked the cop, pointing at the car. "Yeah, what’s wrong?" He questioned. "I-It’s facing my car, which means its webcam would have captured something." I said. His eyes widened. "Yes, you are right, it would have captured something." He said walking over to the car, and I followed him. He grabbed the handle of the car, trying to pull it open, but it was stuck.

"Hey! Nick! Can you give me a hand here?" he said calling one of his colleagues over. "Whoa man, what are you doing over there?" The man he just called asked running over to us. "I need you to help me open this car. I think its webcam can help solve this mystery." He spoke.

"Okay, stand back." The man told us, so we took a step back and allowed him to take the lead. He took a screwdriver from his back pocket and began loosening a nut in the car's handle. He was able to lose it and force the door open. He entered the car and started trying to lose the webcam. I hope it got something, I thought to myself as I was watching him. In a few minutes, the cops managed to bring a tech team to the scene. It was already midnight, and I was getting sleepy, but I didn’t want to rest until I had solved the mystery. I stood in front of the desk of one of the tech team members who was trying to play the video from the web cam on his laptop. I started to feel anxious and cold because of the midnight breeze that was hitting my fair skin, making me wrap my hand around myself.

"I am ready." The tech man said operating his laptop, in less than a second I was surrounded by detectives and cops who also wanted to see the evidence. "And play." he said with a smile on his face and pressed the play button on the laptop before turning the screen to us. I narrowed my eyes at the blank screen of the computer, but nothing was displaying.

"Is something wrong?" The tech guy asked us.

"Yes, nothing is displaying." I answered. "Huh?" he muttered as he turned the computer to face himself, his face turning scared and confused as he began pressing the computer with great speed. "No! No! No!" he screamed as he was fighting with the computer. "No!!!" He shouted and removed the flash drive on which he had stored the video from his computer before looking at us.

"What’s wrong?" the cop I bribed asked softly.

"I can’t play the video on my computer; it can only be played on a supercomputer." He said. "Supercomputer? I have one at home." I said. They all turned to look at me, "What? I have one," I replied.

"We know you do; those computers are crazily expensive." The tech guy replied. "It’s very late; why don’t you just give me the flash drive? I will watch the video and come to the station with it." I assured.

"Why should we trust you? The cops should be the ones to solve this case; don't bother; we'll mail it to cops with supercomputers." The tech guy replied to me rudely, making me glare at him.

"We are not sure if this video holds the evidence anyway; since you already have a copy of the video in your system, why don’t you give her the original copy? We can still try to watch it ourselves." The cop defended me. The tech guy’s face flushed, and he reluctantly extended the flash drive to me. I gladly took it from him with a devious smile and started heading to my car with the cop seeing me out; I was feeling exhausted.

The cop watched as I entered my car and drove off. I arrived at home and took a cold shower. I walked out of my bathroom in my nightwear, using a hand dryer to blow my wet hair, when one of my phones started ringing on my nightstand. I quickly tossed the hand dryer to the bed and rushed to the phone. I grabbed the ringing one and picked up the call without looking at the caller.

"Hello," I said.

"Ms. Ashley, your father’s condition is getting worse; he can no longer eat or sleep." I heard my father's butler's worried voice; his words made my heart clench hearing my father's condition; maybe if I rush the wedding with Noah, I can still save my father. I thought it was a call from my new slave.

"Ms. Ashley, are you there?" he asked.

"Yes, I am here. Please just keep trying your best to take care of my father. I promise all this will be over soon." I assured him.

"I don’t really know queen I am very worried; your father has written a fresh will putting all his remaining properties in your name," he said.