12 March, 2016

"...I feel like someone is stalking me. Is it you my sister? I always wished that God have returned you to me... "

So someone was following him. Probably it was the criminal making plan for murder. I came out of his room and took his diary with me, since no worker had seen it yet.

Downstairs, I asked an lady worker,
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
Can you tell me about the mechanic who used to fix Mr Victor’s car or filled up tyres?”
“Few times sir used...