Chapter 171 Who is the killer

Mariama stood in Andre's office, her eyes fixed on the security footage playing on the large screen before her. The grainy images showed the party guests mingling, laughing, drinking. Then, chaos erupted as the assassin made their move. "Stop it there," Mariama said to the security guard operating the system. The image froze on a blurry figure in the background. "Can you enhance that?" The guard shook his head. "Sorry, señora. This is as clear as it gets." Mariama sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, thank you. You can go now." As the guard left, Andre entered the room, his arm still in a sling. "Any luck?" "Not much," Mariama replied, turning to face him. "The footage is too grainy to identify anyone clearly. How are you feeling?" Andre shrugged his good shoulder. "I've been better. The doctors say I'm lucky." "You are," Mariama said, her voice softening slightly. "It could have been much worse." "Thanks to you," Andre said, meeting her gaze. "I owe you my life,