90 More legality

"Who is in charge of my father's murder case?", I asked in frustration.

It had been more than a month there had been hardly any progress. A senior cop came with a look of annoyance on his face. I knew that I had overstayed my welcome. They had been trying to be kind to me but I was turning more and more bitchy. I knew it wasn't their fault. There was no clue. They have questioned everyone. They have their doubts about a drug addict with the need for quick cash to fund their addiction. The money was missing but his expensive watch and cufflinks still were with him. So they are very confused right now.

"Listen we are doing everything we can. You have to be patient", he said.

"How long?", I asked him.

"Months, years one could hardly tell", he said.

"So what am I supposed to do?", I asked him. My voice was broken with pain.

"Wait I guess. Looks like you need the rest. How far along are you?", he asked me.

"That is irrelevant", I said to him.

"Ok. You have to go or we will be forced to rem