Episode 1
Kelvin a 28 year old young man came down
the stairs into the living room to see his elder
brother, Clement talking to their father, Chief
Obi Patrick. Clement who got married last
month had to cut his honeymoon short by
coming back to Nigeria when the crime rate
increased.
“Morning bro.” Kelvin greeted his elder
brother.
“Hey kelv.” Clement greeted smiling.
“Morning dad.” Kelvin greeted their father.
Chief Obi smiled happily at the relationship
between his two sons. Even though they both
had different characters. Clement is an easy
going person who will only talk when spoken
to. He is an advocate of peace and is ready to
die fighting against corruption, crime and
other social vices which was why he studied
criminology in the university while he was in
the United states.
Kelvin on the other hand is an advocate of
terror, a hot tempered human, he studies
Biochemistry in the university of Lagos. He
was made to study here in Nigeria where his
father, a total disciplinarian will be able to
monitor him. But despite his bad boy attitude,
he still remain the apple of their father’s eye.
“Dad, I need to go. My attention is needed at
the station.” Clement announced.
“Is it about the killing along Allen avenue?”
Kelvin asked.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten the lead on it and we’ll do
the briefing today then we proceed to nabbing
the man. I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”
Clement said picking up his car key.
He proceeded to give his younger brother a
hug and off he left the house.
Kelvin left the living room deep in thoughts.
“This guy is good at what he does. I pray my
track is covered. I killed Kingsley with no trace
left.”
He entered his room where he knelt down to
say his prayer.
He brought out his gun and held it close to
his nose.
“You’ve been keeping me and you continue to
keep me. On my life I pray.” He said the short
prayer and kissed the weapon before going
into the bathroom.
Chief Obi on the other hand was left in
thought with Clement’s revelation.
He picked his phone and dialled a number.
“Hello Maleek. You are doing the wrong job.”
“How sir?” Maleek a notorious terrorist
reported to have come from Sudan asked.
“You know my son is a policeman and he is in
charge of Kingsley’s murder. He is almost
through, all that is left for him is to nab the
suspect.”
“Keep your calm sir, my boy who did the job
is the perfect man for the job.” Maleek replied
assuringly.
“What’s his name?”
“Danger-kelv is the name.” Maleek replied.
“I’ve heard so much about the boy but am yet
to meet him.” Chief Patrick said.
“He is faceless.” Maleek replied.
“I got it.”
Chief Patrick heaved a sigh of relief as he
picked up the television remote control and
tuned in to a news channel. Coincidentally,
Kingsley murder was being said. Chief Patrick
gave a short laugh.
“We got it covered. Yot got a wrong lead.” He
mocked.
Kelvin a 28 year old young man came down
the stairs into the living room to see his elder
brother, Clement talking to their father, Chief
Obi Patrick. Clement who got married last
month had to cut his honeymoon short by
coming back to Nigeria when the crime rate
increased.
“Morning bro.” Kelvin greeted his elder
brother.
“Hey kelv.” Clement greeted smiling.
“Morning dad.” Kelvin greeted their father.
Chief Obi smiled happily at the relationship
between his two sons. Even though they both
had different characters. Clement is an easy
going person who will only talk when spoken
to. He is an advocate of peace and is ready to
die fighting against corruption, crime and
other social vices which was why he studied
criminology in the university while he was in
the United states.
Kelvin on the other hand is an advocate of
terror, a hot tempered human, he studies
Biochemistry in the university of Lagos. He
was made to study here in Nigeria where his
father, a total disciplinarian will be able to
monitor him. But despite his bad boy attitude,
he still remain the apple of their father’s eye.
“Dad, I need to go. My attention is needed at
the station.” Clement announced.
“Is it about the killing along Allen avenue?”
Kelvin asked.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten the lead on it and we’ll do
the briefing today then we proceed to nabbing
the man. I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”
Clement said picking up his car key.
He proceeded to give his younger brother a
hug and off he left the house.
Kelvin left the living room deep in thoughts.
“This guy is good at what he does. I pray my
track is covered. I killed Kingsley with no trace
left.”
He entered his room where he knelt down to
say his prayer.
He brought out his gun and held it close to
his nose.
“You’ve been keeping me and you continue to
keep me. On my life I pray.” He said the short
prayer and kissed the weapon before going
into the bathroom.
Chief Obi on the other hand was left in
thought with Clement’s revelation.
He picked his phone and dialled a number.
“Hello Maleek. You are doing the wrong job.”
“How sir?” Maleek a notorious terrorist
reported to have come from Sudan asked.
“You know my son is a policeman and he is in
charge of Kingsley’s murder. He is almost
through, all that is left for him is to nab the
suspect.”
“Keep your calm sir, my boy who did the job
is the perfect man for the job.” Maleek replied
assuringly.
“What’s his name?”
“Danger-kelv is the name.” Maleek replied.
“I’ve heard so much about the boy but am yet
to meet him.” Chief Patrick said.
“He is faceless.” Maleek replied.
“I got it.”
Chief Patrick heaved a sigh of relief as he
picked up the television remote control and
tuned in to a news channel. Coincidentally,
Kingsley murder was being said. Chief Patrick
gave a short laugh.
“We got it covered. Yot got a wrong lead.” He
mocked.
———–_
Inspector Clement drove into Area F-command
police station premises at exactly 9:55am in
company of two other policemen, Sergeant
Mike and Detective Okoro. A policewoman
approached the three men.
“Inspector Clement?” She asked.
“Yes. You must be?” Raymond tried to
recollect as he looked at her not too large and
not too small chest but there was no name
tag on it.
She was dressed in a police vest which has
the word POLICE inscribed on it.
“Ngozi.” She helped him out of his misery,
“Oh! don’t mind me, I forget things easily
these days.” Clement
replied.
“And these are your men I guess.” She said
ignoring his proposed humour reply.
“Yeah! This is Detective Okoro, bronze
clearance and this is
Sergeant Mike, level four clearance.” Clement
replied.
In the police force, clearance level is very
important and it is
measured from level one to five and Bronze to
Diamond. A newly employed police college
graduate gets level one clearance on his first
day at work and after his first year he gets the
level two provided he/she was involved in
some memorable field work but if he/she is
not a field operative he’ll get level two
clearance after his second year or at worst
third year if his work rate progression is low.
On promotion to the post of a constable, he
gets level three and coporal gets level four, a
detective gets level five something he shares
with a segeant even though few sergeants
have bronze level while the Inspectors and the
DPO(divisional police officer) as well as the
Public Relation Officers are entitled to the
Bronze clearance. The SP(supritendent of
police) and his assistant are entitled to the
silver level, the state commisioner of police
gets the Gold clearance and the Inspector
general at the federal level gets the Diamond
clearance.
Detective Okoro is a thirty year old policeman
filled with intelligence
and several years of experience close to a
decade. He has this
distinctive ability to scrutinize with his eyes
and suspect an
individual and if interrogated, he is either the
wanted criminal or he
has a skeleton inside his cupboard. One thing
about him is his pride, as a result of his
wonderful track downs he has done over the
years and the commendation he has recieved,
he felt he was the best policeman in the state.
Sergeant Mike on the other hand is a young
policeman, humble and a perfect gentleman
that he is. He has been commended for his
wonderful service since he joined the force five
years ago and has been tipped for a post in
the federal police office.
“You are welcome sirs. This way.” Ngozi said
and led them into the
police station building.
Clement loved working with these tow men
because they make his work
easy. Instead of handling a case and going
one at a time they go three
at once each of them playing different roles
and arriving at the same
juncture.
“Lets go in guys.” Clement said to his men
and they followed Ngozi.
As the four police officers walked along the
corridor young police
officers were throwing salutes at Clement who
once served in this
particular police station as a young police
sergeant before he was
transferred to the headquaters shortly before
he became an inspector.
Ngozi turned left and opened a door and the
three visiting policemen
filed into the room.
“Weldone Ngozi.” The man commended.
“Thak you sir.” Ngozi saluted and the man
eased her with a wave of
hand.
“Who am I seeing?” Clement?” The man
dressed in his complete
police uniform exclaimed.
“Burahimo?” Longest time pal.” Clement said
as the two men
embraced eachother in excitement.
Burahimo and Clement joined the force at the
same time and their
progression over time was uniform. At the
time they both got their
sergeant badges, the then DPO of the Area F-
command recommended Clement
for a transfer to the headquaters and the
transfer was effected two
months before he got his inspector badge. The
headquaters has since been
enjoying Clement’s expertice as one of the
finest police officers in
the state.
“We are all working together on this case and
I strongly believe
we’ll get to the root.” Burahimo began shortly
after exchanging
pleasantries.
“Most definitely.” Clement replied assuringly.
“Ngozi, you’ll work with Okoro here on the
detective aspect of
this case while Clement will work with his man
Mike and you all report
to me directly on progress made. Understood?”
Burahimo explained.
“Yes sir.” They all replied with the exception of
Clement who is on
the same level with Burahimo but working
under him because Area F is
spearheading the case.
“Ngozi, fill these men in on how far we’ve gone
on Mr Kingsley’s
murder.” Inspector Burahimo said.
–To be continued–
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