The Little Witch of Modera
Chapter One CHUBS What would drive a man to cut off his dead lover's head? Its not easy. That is the thought running through my mind as I race to meet my writing deadline at the Weekend Financial Review. I am frustrated. "No, you cannot interview the wife, because she is just too tired to talk anymore," says my editor. I stare angrily at him down the phone. I can picture him running around the office with his sleeves rolled up and his collar awry. He has nice grey eyes. He does not take leave, even on his birthday or on Ramadan. He goes home at 2 am, after everyone else has left the evening shift. How will I write my piece on the Midway Murder? All I can think about is this buff sexy ole cop dude who has now hung himself in the middle of the jungle. He had annoyingly taken the mystery with him. A mystery that has this entire island talking. "How do you know the wife didn't have something to do with this?" says my mango friend Faa, in the mid...