I opened my eyes and saw a policeman hitting a rod on the steel bars of the cell. I closed my eyes and pretended I did not see anything and at the same time, I tried to shut out the noise. 

I heard the door open and then footsteps that only seemed to be getting closer and closer. In the next minute, without my expectation, I was jerked to my feet by a policeman. 

"Get up lazybones!" the policeman said to me. He took me to a room and made me sit on a chair with a table in from of me and two chairs on the opposite side of the table. 

After a while, a man and a woman came into the room. They both sat on one chair each and placed some documents on the table. 

"Do you know what you are here for?" the woman asked me. I shook my head in response to her question.

"That's what I thought," she said.

"So you know for sure that I am innocent?" I asked her. "Innocent of what?" the man who was seated next to her asked me.

"Of killing the woman who was found dead in my house," I replied to him. "So you know of her death how?" the man asked.

I gave him an awkward look, "Sorry sir but that is a pretty stupid question. I just said she died in my house." I answered with emphasis on the words 'my house. 

The man got infuriated by my words and was about to get up but the woman next to him gestured with her hand for him to calm down. "My name is Mrs. Hemsworth and this man next to me is Mr. Thomas. We are here to ask you some questions on the murder case of Mrs. Victoria Vandelson." Mrs. Hemsworth said to me. 

"I swear I did not do anything to her," I told her. 

"Swearing will not get you anywhere young man. Many go to court and place their hand on the bible or Quran and still they lie when questioned in the same court." Mrs. Hemsworth said to me.

"But I am speaking the truth," I replied to her.

"Well, that aside. It says here that you were caught trying to flee from the crime scene. Specifically, you were caught when you were about to run from behind the house. You were stained with blood and your hand too was covered in blood." Mrs. Hemsworth read from one of the documents. 

"Yes, but it doesn't make me the murderer. She knocked on my door and fell on top of me when I opened the door. I dragged her in and..." I said and paused.

Mrs. Hemsworth and Mr. Thomas exchanged looks with each other. "she what?" Mrs. Hemsworth asked me. 

"Well... She was speaking some incomprehensible words and in the middle of it two men barged in. They didn't see me as I had already moved away from the woman by then. They were searching her body for something. I had suspected them to be her killers and that was why I tried to escape from the window so that I wouldn't be killed either." I narrated.

"So how come the police did not find anyone else but you? I mean... If you were caught at the back and outside your house then certainly those men would have been caught from the front or inside." Mr. Thomas asked me.

"I don't know how they did it, sir. Maybe they came with a car?" I said to the man.

"Do you know the deceased woman? And what did you understand from what she said to you?" Mr. Thomas asked me.

I flashed back to when the woman was telling me she was my aunt and the people I thought were my parents were never my parents. I remembered the pendant she had given me and how those men were searching for it.

I couldn't tell them the truth. My life would be put in deeper danger than it already is.

"No," I answered with a slight uncertainty in my tone of voice. Judging by the way those unknown men easily got away, the police was the last I would ever trust with such information. Those mysterious men will find me and end my life. I was certain about that.

"If you do not know her then how is it possible for your house to be the place she knocks?" Mr. Thomas asked me. 

"A dying person can knock anywhere for help sir. I do not know her and have never seen her in my life.' I answered him.

"It is obvious that he is lying. Who ok earth does not know any member of the Vandelson family?!" Mr. Thomas asked Mrs. Hemsworth. 

"What I am saying is the truth, sir. She came knocking on my door and was covered in blood already by then." I said to him.

"Then why did you not call the cops?!" he yelled at me.

"I was too scared to do so. And I knew that this was how I would be caught and interrogated for something that I did not do or have any hand in. See how I am not wrong." I answered him. 

"Look here, young man. If you called then you would have been questioned on many things but not as a suspect!" Mr. Thomas said to me.

"Madam," I said as I turned to the woman next to him.

 "I was supposed to pack out of that house as I owe my landlady seven months of rent and still cannot pay. On that same day, I was fired from my job. So tell me, how can a man who can hardly afford three square meals a day, kill a stranger?" I asked Mrs. Hemsworth. 

The man hit his hand on the surface of the table, causing the woman to flinch. "Seriously? All that was even more reason for you to kill." Mr. Thomas said to me. 

"You had nothing and you were supposed to move out early this morning and so you killed a wealthy woman to rob her and run with her money to survive." Mr. Thomas added, standing on his feet.