Episode 2
“Ngozi fill these men in on how far we’ve gone
on Mr Kingsley’s
murder.” Inspector Burahimo said.
“Yes sir. According to our preliminary
investigation that was carried
out immediately we got to the crime scene we
saw a finger print on the
passenger side window and that has been sent
to the laboratory at the
headquaters for test. We are made to
understand that the result will be
sent back to us latest by 11 o’clock this
morning. Also we found out
that Mr Kingsley was making a phone call at
the time he was shot. The
phone is in our custody herne is in our
custody here and investigation
has kicked off fully as
we try to know who he was speaking with once
we get the phone back to
its proper condition. A message has been sent
to the network provider to
get us his last conversation and if possible
voice recording of the
murder operation.” Ngozi explained to the
three visiting police officers
as Sergeant Mike jot down somethings in his
police inscribed notepad.
“Working on the fingerprint leaves us as
clueless as ever. As well as
the fact that it leads us to no one in
particular. And listening to the
recordings for the next twenty years and we
are still counting. I think
a more professional approach should be
deviced.” Okoro faulted Ngozi’s
well laid plan.
“Will you at least let me finish talking?” Ngozi
asked angrily.
“What is there for you to finish? Fingerprints
and recordings?
Building castles in the air.” Okoro replied
laughing.
“Answer me. Am sure you’ll advise us to get
the bullet shot, know
the kind of gun that uses it and go the arms
and amunition licensing
commission to know who has the gun.” Okoro
spite further.
“You don’t criticize my opinions destthe
right to say something, you can only correct
me or say yours.” Ngozi
warned.
“Opinions indeed…” Okoro was saying when
Clement cut in angrily.
“Will you two keep quiet and think of how
these recent insurgence
can be stopped. You are here making noise.”
“Sorry sir.” Ngozi apologised while Okoro only
mumbled some
incoherent words to himself. This was why
Ngozi hated him with passion,
his pride and ego.
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Sandra Oselu a twenty six year old model
came out of the bathroom
with a towel tied around her chest. She walked
towards the dressing
mirror and let the towel fall to the ground, she
admired her wonderful
figure. She stood at 4ft 5inches from the
ground level with her medium
sized bossom and not too big behind. She
walked towards her closet where
she picked her clothes and began to get
dressed for the day’s
activities.
“Am sorry for keeping you waiting.” She said
to a man seated in the
living room. Them man was dressed in a white
shirt and a black touser
with his suit hung over his right shoulder.
“Shall we?” The man who was later introduced
as Barrister
Benson(Ben for short) asked.
“Yes sir.” Sandra replied the 5ft 6inches tall
man, dark in
complexion, chubby with an oval face.
Sandra was clad in a pink knee length gown
and a white short jacket
with pink pokal dots all over it. Her cleavage
was visible from and
Barrister Ben was having a hard time taking
his eyes off it. But come on
he is married for Christ sake. He called himself
to order.
The two of them walked out of the house.
“Are we going in my car?” Sandra asked.
“Yes.” Ben replied seeing this as an
opportunity to come back an
pick his car and then have a cup of coffee with
her hopefully.
Tina drove out her white Lincoln navigator.
They are headed for
Levis&Paige and shoe, cloth and bag
production company for a
contract extension.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A masked man was addressing dozens of men
in a big hall. The man had
his name inscribed on the black vest that he
was putting on and tattooed
on his arms. His name is Abdul Maleek, a
notorious Sudanese terrorist.
Everyone seemed to be listening to him and
everytime that he stopped
talking the silence that engraved the room was
frightening.
“There is only one way to save Danger-Kelv’s
as5. We snatch the fingerprint result.” The
man said in his not so fluent englsh.
“And how impossible is that?” A man who
stood beside him asked.
“It is very possible. Our in built personnel from
the headquaters has promised to help us and I
need five able bodied men to get ready and
storm the place.” Maleek explained.
Unlike Kelvin Patrick, every other member of
the Khal Abdul rebel corp lived inside the big
corporation building located on the outskirt of
the town. Kelvin is the only one living outside
the corporation and that explained why he is
the main hitman.
“Give Habeeb a call once you are close by.
He’ll tell you what to do.” Maleek explained
further to Kelvin who already picked out the
five man who’ll accompany him.
–To be continued
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