Chapter Seven_Maybe

Detective Kesley dressed carefully, and cautiously, prepping himself with the necessary weapons.

The wedding of the Petroleum Minister was taking place today, at the scheduled place.

Not that he had any specific part to play, but he just wanted to come over and look around.

Maybe something will turn up.

He needed a lead. Desperately.

Guns inside his suit and waistband, plus other necessary things, dark glasses on his face, an appearance not too glossy, nor too conspicuous, and he felt he was good to go.

He checked in the mirror.

Nice.

Now to bust a killer. Maybe.