Little Black replied, "We are the police. We want to talk to Michael Kamara about some matters."
The Black woman asked in surprise, "What matters?"
"We are investigating a murder case and would like his assistance."
"Ha, a murder case? You're not joking, are you?"
"No, ma'am, I'm very serious about this. Is Michael Kamara at home?"
"Of course, he can't go anywhere."
"Can we come in?"
"OK, I'd like to see just how serious you are too."
The door opened, and Luke and Little Black walked into the yard.
The house door opened, and a plump Black woman stood at the entrance, "Are you really the police?"
Luke showed his badge, "Yes, ma'am.
What is your relationship with Michael Kamara?"
"I am his wife."
"We'd like to speak with Mr. Michael Kamara."
The Black woman sighed, "I'd also like him to talk to you, but I'm afraid that's going to be difficult."
Little Black said with a smile, "Ma'am, we won't take much of your time."
The Black woman pursed her lips, "Follow me."
