Who Killed Tunde? Part 3 - by Emilia's Pen

Part 3: Unraveling Secrets The next morning, Detective Aisha Bello returned to Tunde’s mansion, now eerily quiet without the party’s pulse. The forensic team had scoured the study, finding only traces of Tunde’s blood and a faint smudge of palm oil on the knife handle—odd, but not definitive. Aisha decided to dig into the suspects’ backgrounds, starting with their connections to Tunde and any cracks in their alibis. She first interviewed Kemi at her law office. Kemi’s cool demeanor faltered when Aisha pressed about the loan. “Tunde refused me because he thought I was reckless with money,” Kemi admitted, her voice tight. “We argued, sure, but I’d never hurt him.” Aisha uncovered a text from Kemi to Tunde the week before: *“You owe me more than you think. Don’t make me push.”* Kemi claimed it was about emotional support, not money, but her alibi weakened when the drunk guest she’d mentioned couldn’t recall their poolside argument clearly. Next, Aisha visited Chinedu at his sleek startup office. He was evasive, insisting his argument with Tunde was just “business stress.” Aisha’s team found an email from Tunde to Chinedu, threatening to cut him out of the company sale unless he agreed to new terms. Chinedu’s temper flared when pressed: “I made that company as much as he did!” A coworker confirmed Chinedu was in the kitchen briefly, but no one could account for him during a 15-minute gap near the time of the murder. Amara was harder to pin down. At her apartment, she seemed fragile, admitting she still loved Tunde despite their breakup. “He flaunted his new life in my face,” she said, tears welling. Aisha found Amara’s diary, hidden in a drawer, with entries obsessing over Tunde’s new girlfriend and vague threats like, *“He’ll regret leaving me.”* Her bathroom alibi held no witnesses, and a guest recalled seeing her near the study, adjusting her dress nervously. Malik was last, at his small catering shop. He was calm but guarded, insisting he was too busy serving to notice much. Aisha learned Tunde had publicly berated Malik at a previous event, costing him clients. A search of Malik’s van turned up a cloth with traces of palm oil, matching the knife’s smudge. “I cook with it daily,” Malik shrugged, but his eyes avoided hers. No one could confirm his exact whereabouts during the critical window. As Aisha left, a new clue emerged: Tunde’s phone, found under the study desk, showed a cryptic text sent minutes before his death: *“Meet me now. We need to end this.”* It was sent to an unknown number, unregistered. Whose phone was it? Aisha’s gut told her the answer was close, but the web of motives—money, betrayal, love, and revenge—was tightening.

Who Killed Tunde?

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