Murderer

Murderer
CHAPTER 21 - Time Bombing (Revised)



Today Citra returns to Artha's apartment to meet the receptionist girl named Bella. However, it turns out that the girl is ditching work again, her co-worker no one knows where Bella is going.


The image remembers the description of Bella's boarding friend who said that the girl had a lover and lover Bella was one of the residents of this apartment. Based on the information, Citra asked Fina about it.


"If it's about Bella's boyfriend I don't know, because we're not familiar. It's just that — SOPs here forbid us to establish relationships with apartment residents or fellow coworkers" explained Fina.


"We urgently need information from Bella about the package," Citra sizzled in despair.


"What if you go to the security room? There must be CCTV footage, if Bella did stay here last night, she must have been recorded on camera, because only apartment residents have direct access to ride and down using the elevator to the basement. So we can't see him if he's taking the elevator from the basement."


"Can you tell me where the security room is?" ask Citra later.


"You just go straight in this corridor, then turn right. There is an iron door on the left side of the corridor in the security room" Fina said, pointing towards the security room of Artha's apartment.


"By my friend? Since I had never seen Bella at all," Citra's plea to Fina was greeted with a nod to the girl.


"Eh, I nemenin Iptu Citra first to the security room berta, yes." He asked his co-workers for permission, and they both walked into the security room.


"Bella is a closed person, she rarely talks to us" Fina said on the way.


"We got information from his boarding friends, he said that Bella often told about her lover who is also the occupant of this apartment."


They arrived at a room full of monitors and were approached by one of the security guards. "What's up, Fin? Outsiders can't get in here!" scold the officer.


"This one ...."


"I'm Iptu Citra from the Manggala Police," Citra showed its identification.


"Is there anything we can help you with?"


"Sir Joey, Ms. Citra wanted to see the CCTV footage two days ago sir. The time Bella was off," Fina explained to a security officer named Joey representing Citra.


"Oh, Bella? He was caught on camera two nights ago, it looks like he was riding from the basement" said the officer named Joey.


Image glanced at Fina. "Can you show me the tape?" pinta Citra's.


Joey lets him see the CCTV footage, pointing to a pair of young men entering the elevator from basement two.


"That's Bella, she seems to have fainted" Joey said.


"Want that guy?"


"It looks like he's the guy who lives on the seventh floor of room 711, the guy's really weird" Joey replied.


Fina frowned. "Isn't the owner of the 711 unit a woman named Deborah?" ask the receptionist in surprise. Joey sniffed his shoulders.


"Can you identify the occupants of Room 711?" ask the image again.


"The occupants of unit 711 were never seen, neither by the neighbors of the unit, nor us receptionists." This time it was Fina's turn to explain.


"Yes, the unit was only occasionally visited, and — some time ago, this man was also seen holding a woman. But we couldn't see the woman's face" Joey added.


"At any time, every time he came, he never took off his mask and his hat" Joey continued.


"O, yes, this morning he was seen holding Bella's hand to get out of the room. They join hands until the elevator goes down to the basement."


"There's CCTV footage in the basement?" ask the image again.


Joey shakes. "The bad habit of the late Valentino always makes security hassles to delete CCTV footage in the basement, so — the company decided to install fake CCTV in the basement,"


The image took a deep breath and exhaled violently. Sometimes the conglomerate kids like to be on their own with other people, and then their parents get it done with money. It was as if money could buy everything for them and make those spoiled children think themselves to be immune to the law.


"Is there no security guard in the basement?" The image continues to look for gaps in order to get a bright spot.


"Our parking system is automatic, after all — of our two basement parking gates are not like basement one. The parking lot is closed only to VVIP residents and can only be opened by apartment dwellers with their cards" Joey explained.


"That means no witnesses in the basement saw them," muttered Citra in despair. Joey seemed to think for a moment, he immediately patted his forehead.


"Maybe that guy from the fifth floor saw them!" yells. "Lift of this apartment there are three pieces, one only reaches the lobby, and the other two get to the basement. If not wrong the second elevator also went to the second basement from the fifth floor, the difference in time between the two elevators was only a few minutes," Joey added.


He immediately looked for footage showing the two elevators indeed heading to the same floor. A man in his forty-eight or fifty years, was seen coming out of the elevator in basement two. It's true, their time difference is only three minutes with Bella and the suspect.


"Can you ask for information about this person?" ask Citra to Fina who is still accompanying her. Fina nodded.


"Please copy the CCTV footage to this flash! I will go with Fina first," Pinta Citra who then went out of the room followed Fina.


Fina's finger clicked swiftly typing something on her computer keyboard and before long, the printer's voice sounded as if printing something.


"His name is Mr. Yusuf Danutirta, he works in a print media. If it is not wrong, the editor-in-chief of Harian Mentari, Mom," said Fina.


After getting the information, Citra returned to the security room to request a copy of the CCTV and went to the office of Harian Mentari to meet with Mr. Yusuf Danutirta.


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Mentari Daily


The man she saw on the CCTV footage is now sitting opposite her. Yusuf Danutirta, forty-eight years, Editor-in-Chief of Manggala Mentari Daily.


"Sorry Mr. Yusuf, I am Iptu Citra from the Manggala Police. I'd like to confirm something with you." Image opens the conversation.


This guy fixed his glasses. His hair and eyebrows look a lot of gray, the distinctive aroma of pomade that stings was smelled by the sense of smell Citra.


"What's that about?" ask Mr. Yusuf. The image put some photos on the one he held onto the table and thrust to this man.


"Is this really you?" ask Citra while pointing at one of the photos.


Mr. Yusuf was seen taking the photo and observing it, he put the photo back down. Then take off his glasses. "True, this is me this morning when I was leaving for the office" he replied.


"Then, did you see this pair of youngsters?" ask the image again.


The man again put his glasses on and noticed the photo that Citra pointed to. The partially grayed eyebrows shriveled, he glanced at Citra with the tail of his eyes.


"Looks .... Ah, I remember! They were lovers who seemed to be fighting, because when I started the car, the girl seemed to try to escape from the grasp of her lover's hand" he explained.


"They got into a fight?" The image continued to scatter this man with questions.


"It's more like a commotion between lovers. The problem is that young people, sometimes in conjugal relationships, often occur" said Mr. Joseph.


"By the way, is there a problem with them?" tanyanya.


Image hesitated to reveal the reason he was looking for Bella because the one before him was a journalist, this could be a scene before being verified.


"Ti—no, I just want to meet this girl alone, to ask something," elak Citra lied.


But — Citra forgets, the premonition of a journalist will always be sharp with news sources. Mr. Yusuf seemed to raise his eyebrows, he believed there was something big behind the police officer's search. It could be the headlines this week.


Sure enough, after Citra, Mr. Yusuf immediately called all his staff to hold an emergency meeting. He wanted a big news story this week, he ordered his journalists to standby in the police and also follow the movements of Iptu Citra and his team. Without him ever knowing what the consequences of the news that he will be presenting it.


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