Chapter 63

The officer eyed me with a suspicious glint in his eyes as he showed me a piece of glass and presented Sarah’s hand bag to me.

It was clear they were suspicious of what had occurred here and with the bad press surrounding me right now, I couldn’t fault them for it. I’d be suspicious too if I were a detective.

“Yes, that’s Sarah's bag and yes she was here. I invited her over for dinner to talk about business but unfortunately she slipped and fell on her way to the kitchen and knocked over a vase, you see my daughter had spilled water on the floor and had forgotten to clean it up.” I explained to them in the calmest voice I could muster.

I could feel Booker’s eyes on me and her hands holding on to me in a vice grip that I was sure she was going to leave bruises.

Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around her and drew her closer to me, unconcerned whether or not the officer’s would be suspicious.

The officer seemed satisfied with my answer, in fact he looked like he didn’t want to be her