Searching for Stolen Love
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Admir still worked at the Bosnian University of Management as the chief computer support technician. Since Damir's demise and violent murder, Admir enjoyed going to work. His skipped a step and whistled a happy tune as he headed for his office every morning to clock in for work. He loved his job now, even when the university paid his salary late every few months. Similar to Veronika, Admir would pay a daily homage to the oil painting and wall that hid Damir's office.
After Damir's murder, the Tuzla police questioned Admir for days, locking him in a freezing, dirty cell.
Every few hours, the police captain would enter his cell and interrogate him. Two large guards restrained his hands while the police captain would punch him in the stomach and face repeatedly. The captain’s punches became the question marks for his questions.
Admir told him everything, except the professor. He told police the time he stole a candy bar from the store when he was 12, and stole money from his mother when he was 16 to buy a pack of cigarettes. However, he kept his knowledge about the professor to himself. Admir considered the professor a hero, who killed the devil incarnate.
Police reluctantly let Admir go free, and they never apologized to him. They shoved him onto the cold January street. Although they knew Admir's blood had stained the carpet in Damir's office, the police could not link Admir to Damir's death or to the murder weapon.
Then the Montenegrin police recovered the murder weapon that killed Damir, Adnan, and Jasmin. They matched the bullets from that .38 Smith and Wesson to all three murders.
To this day, the police never identified the shooter or shooters or solved the grisly murders of a university president and his two drivers. With Damir's infamous reputation, no one was in a hurry to solve these crimes.