When Detective Sam would wake up in the morning. He saw a number of missed calls from the police spy he privately kept on Cynthia. He was surprised and prompted to stand up from the bed. He phoned him back and he was told to come out. He changed from the lingerie she slept with. His wife wasn’t on the bed, perhaps, she might have gone to get what they would be eating for breakfast.

Detective Sam walked to one of the police officers guarding their room.

“Where is my wife?” He asked.

“He went to use the toilet.”

Detective nodded and walked back in. He initially wanted to change his dress but not finding his wife prompted him to walked to the police officer guarding his room. He changed his cloth and went to the room where his private police spy told him to come.

“What’s wrong? I slept off completely last night as a result of the stress I have been subjected to for the past couple of days,” Detective Sam said.

“It is the recently resigned Supernumerary Cynthia that you told me to keep an