“What? How? Your boss Kevin?” I asked in disbelief.
The washroom door opened and Kwesi stood close to me, hiding me from the person who didn’t even look in our direction. “We don’t have much time. Kevin had a party last night. You were supposedly there and some people are suspecting you. You have to leave. Run and hide somewhere till they find the real person. Leave now! ” he said. I had never seen him so serious before. I nodded and did exactly as he said. I went out through the kitchen but when I got to the exit I couldn’t find my staff key. I searched for it with my shaking hands. Just then I heard someone shout my name. I turned around in fear and it was Alfred, the dessert chef. He walked closer to me and smiled. “Let me help you. Pretty ladies are sometimes clumsy,” he said and opened the door with his key. I managed to smile back and nodded as I dashed out.
I made it to the main road as fast as I could and hopped into an empty taxi. “Go eh?” I said to him. He turned and looked at me puzzled. “Go where? You haven’t told me where you are going,” he said and realised I was just panicking. I didn’t even know where to go. “Sorry, please take me to Paradise Guest House. You know the place right?” I asked and the taxi driver nodded. He then set off to my utmost relief. I didn’t know what was going on but I wasn’t ready to stay and find out even though I was innocent.
It was when I arrived at the guest house that I remembered my friend, Stella. The police would surely go to my apartment to look for me and she may be harassed for information on my whereabouts. I didn’t have my phone so I didn’t have her number to call her. I checked into my room at the guest house with a fake name of the course and immediately I got into my room I pulled out a used phone I bought on my way there. I paused and wondered who to call. I wanted to call my mother, Stella, and Kwesi.
My hands were shaking as I called my mother. “Ma, I need to tell you something. There was an accident at the hotel and someone died. Somehow I am one of the suspects. I don’t know why they suspect me because the last time I saw the man was the night before. If the police come to the house please don’t be alarmed. Someone assured me they are investigating and close to finding the killer so everything will be fine. I have to go now, ok?” I said with tears in my eyes. I could tell my mother was worried. She kept asking me a million questions. “For now please delete my number. I will call you again tomorrow morning. If you don’t delete the number the police will use it to track me,” I added. I assured her that I was fine one more time and hang up.
I could not believe this was happening. Just then I heard a loud knock at my door.
To be continued…