“VICIOUS MURDER ON THE CRUISE BOAT”, the headlines read. I put down the paper without reading further as it was written by me. In the mirror, i saw a 24 year old dissatisfied boy with long dark hair staring back at me. I believe that everyone on the world are there for a purpose. But obviously I haven’t finished mine and couldn’t figure out what it was. Labeled boxes filled one corner of the room. There comes the landlord waving his angry hand seeing me still standing at the window of the room I was supposed to vacate two days ago. I lost my job as a journalist for being a coward. A good timing is when someone is gonna embarrass you and your friend comes to save you. My friend john was at the door having a word with the landlord who apparently have a good opinion on him as he pays my rent. John came in, took one of the boxes and indicated me to pick the other boxes.
I moved in with another friend of john, named Jeff. He was rich by doing some business that i don’t care enough to ask. All i want now is a job. All i want now is a news worth to make the front page. I put on my jeans and black t-shirt and strolled down the streets. Strong smell of coffee filled the air. A cup of coffee and eggs were my breakfast for a few days. The cafe point was famous for its coffee. My endless thought was interrupted by a guy who sat in the chair front to me started to talk.
“Hey, Richard right?” asked the guy as if he knew me for a long time. I just simply nodded my head to say yes. “I’m sorry for not being there when you moved in man”. He probably saw my face and answered before i could ask him who is he. “I’m Jeff”, he said as he stretched his hand before me. “Oh, sorry about that. I thought you were someone else” I said as if i really felt sorry. We sat there for an hour or so and left for our room as we talked about our lives. “so,you have any plans for tonight”, I asked him so that i will know that if i had to spend the night alone. “Well there is a fundraiser party i was invited .You can come if you don’t have anything to do”.
So we were there at the party. “So, you rich?”, i asked Jeff. “Nah, man. Its all for the drinks and girls” he replied laughing. It was a huge place with classical arrangement. There were waiters serving drinks to all. The crowd was huge and everyone was rich than i could think. I wondered how this guy could be possibly invited to this kind of party. He was calm most of the time. “Another drink”, Jeff said. The piano stopped playing and a guy from the crowd with his costly dress and a cup came forward to give a speech.”Here comes the boring part of the party. I’m going to the bathroom. Have a drink” said he and went towards the bathroom. I sat alone at the table drinking myself another cup. Then everything happened within an instant and i was catching my breath outside the building. I still couldn’t figure out what has happened. I walked down the way to our room. I totally forgot about Jeff until i opened my room and saw him sitting there in the couch. “Hey man, i was worried. Where were you?”. “I don’t know what happened, One moment i was sitting there and the next i was running towards the exit and came home”,i said sitting on the chair. “Well, there was a false fire alarm and everyone ran out. I searched for you and i thought you went home” he said.
The morning came in with a different story. Jeff woke me up saying something interesting happened last night. I went down with him and took a look at the paper lying on the floor. “Stabbing on the hall”, the headlines read. “Looks like someone didn’t like the speech”, he said looking at my startled face. It was Mr.Joseph the guy who was giving the speech before the fire alarm was killed. There were three stabbings in shoulder, abdomen and neck. It was well planned . They set the fire alarm and when everybody was making to the exit they stabbed him. No evidence till now…