#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...
He took a step back, looking at the woman's emotionless face. Burying his face in his palms, he wondered what he must do. He had two options- To tell the truth to the police or.. Run away from the scene as soon as possible. But what will he tell the police? The woman was lying dead in front of her and he was just standing there? No, that would never work. He made up his mind. He carefully hid the knife in the pocket of his pant and checked for any other evidence.
Wa-oh! Wa-oh! He looked up as he saw an ambulance approaching, followed by a police car. 'Oh no! ' he whispered and rushed out of the house, towards the elevator. Waiting impatiently for the elevator to reach the 5th floor, he muttered to himself 'why am I in this mess?'
He dashed towards the stairs as he couldn't waste time waiting for the elevator.
'tap tap tap tap' came a sound from the bottom of the stairs. "Police!" screamed a man downstairs. He froze in his place, not able to move a muscle. A police officer climbed the stairs and stood in front of the man.
"Drop you weapons!" The officer said in a deep voice.

(to be continued...)