Episode 8
Clement and Mike hopped into the police car
parked outside the CSO’s
office and drove off. Things are begining to get
complicated and
interesting. First, a certain Mr Kingsley was
murdered the previous
week, then some gunmen attcked the police
headquarters for reasons best
known to them, few hours later, a terrorist
disguising as a bikeman took
Detective Okoro to an unknown destination.
The rescue team led by
Sergeant Habeeb was attacked and few
policemen escaped the attack, that
same night, a student was killed by some
unknown killers.
“Could all this be related?” Clement asked
himself as he brought the
car to a halt the moment when the traffic light
turns red.
“Seriously sir, the rate at which crime is being
committed in this
state is becoming alarming.” Mike said to his
boss.
“A state which was known for peace is now
becoming a shadow of its
former self.”
“Which one do we handle first?” Mike asked.
“It is very simple. Kingsley’s death and the
attack on the police
headquaters including Okoro’s abduction are
all from one angle while
this student’s murder is a different case
entirely. We’ll start with the
case involving the student, then hopefully it
may lead us to the
terrorists. You know we can’t do anything
concerning the terrorists now
unless Ngozi returns from coma and recounts
her ordeal.” Clement
explained.
“In few days we’ll be through with Hadiza’s
case. Thank God Dayo is
co-operating with us.” Mike added.
Clement only smiled as he ignited the car and
drove off. He knew
better than his patner.
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Dayo was walking on a deserted road inside
the school around the
engineering department building. She could
hear footsteps behind her but
she waved off the thougts of it being danger.
She was well aware that
every student must have retired to their
hostels latest by 8pm for
security purpose because no one wants to be
a victim. But the footstep
was becoming stronger and the person
seemed to be catching up on her but
she won’t stop walking. Just then she took to
her heels.
“If you dare take anymore step. You’ll have
yourself to blame.” A
deep masculine voice warned.
She recognised the voice pretty well and so
she was less perturbed.
“Deoye. You scared me.” She said when she
turned back to face her
late friend’s boyfriend.
Deoye who stood at 5ft 6inches, well built, fair
in complexion wore a
frown as he face his late gilrfiend’s friend.
“So you eventually killed her right?” Deoye
asked.
“I didn’t o. Why will I want to kill my friend
who I have dined
with, wined with, suffered with. We’ve done
many thing together why will
I want to kill her?”
“Are you asking me?” Deoye asked
brandishing a kitchen knife.
“Deoye, you are scaring me.” She complained.
“I don’t mean to scare you. I want to kill you.”
He replied.
“But am not responsible for Hadiza’s death.”
She said. She was begining to raise her voice.
“Fine. You took her to where she was
killed.”This time Deoye had closed up on her.
He stabbed her and dragged her body to a
nearby bush where it will be conspicous by
daybreak.
He took to his heels since he has
accomplished his goal.
–to be continued–
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