Friday, July 31, 2015

Finding Robinson's Killer. Episode 1

Detective Ross Johnson of ‘Who Killed Annabel’ story, he is featured in this new crime story. If you have not read it, please do to understand what is going on in his personal life. Thank you.  
I, detective Ross will investigate the murder of Mr. Robinson Ajayi. I will be investigating the case alone because my palatable partner Alero Martins is on leave from work. The victim’s dead body was located inside a bush. Paramedics carried his body to the hospital at midnight, on Friday. The medical examiner who examined the body informed me the cause of death. The victim was cruelly beaten and stabbed severally on his chest with a broken bottle. He bled to death. Inside his wallet, I found some amount of money, his national ID card and his employer’s card too.
On Saturday the next day, I called the victim’s boss on the phone to inform him of what happened. He was shocked to hear the news. He gave me his home address instantly and I drove down to his house. I got to a beautiful house. His female house cleaner answered the door, she directed me to meet him in his study. He told me to sit in front of him. A man in his early sixties, he dyed his hair black. I guess he was scared of getting old. We all are going to grow old and die and nothing can ever change that. He introduced himself as Mr. Temi Matthew.
“I can’t believe he’s dead,” he said to me. “He was at the office yesterday.”
“When was the last time you saw him?” 
“He was still at the office after we closed by 5pm. I left before him.” 
“Where did you go to after you left your office?” 
“What!” he exclaimed in shock. “Don’t tell me you suspect me?” 
“I suspect everyone connected to a victim sir.”                                                                                                                  
Temi Matthew signed out of relief. “I went to a supermarket for some shopping and went home after that.”
“Who was at home with you?”
“My wife, son and our house keeper, you can ask her if you want, my family is not at home at the moment.” 
“I will do that before I leave here.” I said politely. “Can you tell me a little about your late employee?”  
He swallowed and shook his head. “I can write a book on him.” He said. “Robinson was my best worker here. He was very dedicated to my company and everyone around him. He worked himself vigorously.  He worked as if he was made of stone. Robinson was a good man. Although he was reserved but treated hostile by my other employees.”  
“Why was he treated in that way?” I asked. 
“Robinson was a very quiet person. His colleagues used to insult him and he would not say anything. An employee of mine, Miss Ejiro was always having disputes with him. She quarrels with him whenever they are together in the same place at the office.”
I collected her phone number immediately from him. I asked. “Did he ever wrong you or did he do something that made you spiteful towards him?”                                                                                                             
He smiled. “Robinson won employee of the month nine times in a year. How could he wrong me for being competent? A year ago, he detected when money was been stolen from the company’s account and the culprit. How can I show him a malicious attitude? He was my best!”
I cleared my throat. I needed water. “Can I have a glass of water please?”
He rose on his feet. He acted like a gentleman but to my utmost surprise, he limped to his fridge for bottled water. Despite all the wealth, he still limped. He handed over the water for me to drink. I opened it and drank everything. 
“You must have been very tasty.” he said and sat back. 
“Yes.” I replied. “What happened to your leg?”                                                                                                                      
“I had an accident some years ago. I blamed myself for drinking that day. Drinking while driving is dangerous.”
 “I’m sorry about that.”                                                                                                                                                                  
“Thank you detective.” he said to me.
“The culprit you sacked for stealing your money, do you know where he lives?” 
His eyebrows heightened. “Sack him? I did not sack him. I never let him go. He paid my money back, promised to change. I have a soft spot for him because he is my wife’s younger brother. I punished him by employing another accountant, a superior.”
“Demoting him could be an insult. He will definitely have grudges against Robinson.”                              

He touched his chin and brought it down. “I doubt that. I will not lie that Makinwa was not angry with Robinson for exposing his illegal act but they amended. They settled their differences.”                                   
“How could they have amended just like that?” 
He brought down his hand and rested his back on the chair. “Makinwa is born again now. He married a pastor six months ago.”
I called Ejiro after I left there. She informed me she had travelled for the weekend and will be back on Sunday. I planned to interview her at the office on Monday morning. Mr. Matthew gave me the address to Makinwa’s house. Born again or not, was entirely not my business. These days pastors commit many atrocities. I remember a story of how a popular man of God raped his own daughter. How can I not look into his brother in law because he gave his life to Christ? He could have pretended just to carry out his evil plan.

I knocked on his door when I arrived and a voice told me to enter, I did and saw him seated. Makinwa took a break from reading a book immediately he saw me. My facial mood revealed I was not in a good mood. These days men are not easily amused. My wife Nkem has stubbornly refused to give me a divorce after all my pleading and crocodile tears. I still want out of the marriage. Makinwa, a fair and slim man, he wore glasses. I sat down.
“I heard what happened from my boss.” he spoke before I did. “I am innocent. I would never have killed Robinson.”                                                                                                                                                                          
“He was the reason you were demoted.”
He smiled slightly. “He was not the reason,” he said. “I was the cause to my problem. I wanted to take advantage of my brother in law. I deserved what I got. It was God telling me to repent and change my ways.” 
I was bored with him. “Where were you yesterday, between 6:30pm to 8pm?”
“I always leave after we are dismissed which is 5pm. I must have left ten minutes after five. I arrived home to meet my wife before 6pm. My house is not far from the office.”
“Where’s your wife?”                                                                                                                                                                    
“She has gone to the market.”                                                                                                                                                  
I collected his wife phone number and I called her in his presence. She confirmed his alibi.                             
“Have you spoken to Ejiro?” he asked me. 
“I was told they were always having problem.”
“I won’t see a bad thing happen and don’t say anything. I am a Christian and I should be able to help find you in any way I can to help catch Robinson’s killer. He was the best colleague I ever had. He acted as if he did not know anything yet he was very brilliant. He brought most of our clients especially rich and powerful women to invest in the company. He was an intelligent man yet you could insult him, give him a knock on his head and he will not utter a single word.”                                                                   

“Do you know anything personal about him?” 
He shook his head. “I never knew anything. I doubt if he ever had a girlfriend. No doubt, he was a fine, good-looking man. Before I became born again I used to tease him that his mates were models. He had a good body but he hid it inside rumpled clothes. He was not bothered about his dress sense. Even at lunch at the cafeteria in the office, no one wants to seat with him. They found him awkward and uninteresting.”
“So Ejiro used that opportunity to treat him anyhow?”                                                                                                   
“Yes.” he replied. “She was not only the one mean to him, even the secretary Rita and Mrs. Bosede the supervisor. The only people that really showed him care was my boss and his wife.”
“Your sister works there too?”
“Yes.” He replied. “Did my brother in-law not tell you?”
“No.” I answered. “I never asked about his wife. His maid in the house confirmed his alibi.” 
“Well, you can talk to her about him whenever, maybe on Monday at work.”                                                  
I gave him a nod. About Ejiro, I had my doubts that a woman could treat a man the way she pleases. Women are soft. I believe some compassionate men willingly give up their bodies to be beaten and maltreated.                                                                                                                                                                                                
I rose up.                                                                                                                                                                                             
“Please find Robinson’s killer.” He said and rose on his feet too.
I glared into his eyes. “Of course I will. I will catch who took away an innocent man’s life.” He walked me to his door and I turned to face him. 
“Was anyone in the office violent with him?”                                                                                                                     
“Violent? You mean fight him?”   
“Yes.” I said. 
He dipped his hands into his pockets. “No one fought him but threatened to beat him up.”                               
“Who threatened him?” I asked.
“The security man at the office,” he said. “I don’t know what they argued about that day.” 
“What’s his name?”                                                                                                                                                                       
“Mr. Ebele.”
I nodded. His face changed. I asked “Anything else you will like to add?”
“On a particular day, Ejiro argued with Robinson. She was so mad at him that day. She pulled her shoe and hit him on his head. He got injured that day.”
I was dazed. “And she was not sacked or arrested? She assaulted him.”
“To my greatest surprise, he never reported to our boss. Few people at the office know about this incident.”  
                                                                                                                                                                    I shook his hands and thanked before I left him. I walked to my car, entered and turned on my ignition. I drove away. I thought of the victim. I had pity for him. He was taken for granted, treated like a piece of rag. Finding Robinson’s killer is what I will do. For a woman to hit him on the head, I began to have a rethink that women could actually beat up men, treat them the way they like. As for murder, women, men, even teenagers were capable of doing that.  
I drove for twenty minutes and reached the residence of the victim. His home was a flat. I knocked but had no answer. I heard a sound inside and I brought out my gun. I touched the handle of the door to check if it was locked but it was not. I opened it gently and entered into a small neatly arranged living room with three brown leather chairs, a center brown rug and a big flat screen on the wall. I closed the door behind me gently. I tiptoed to where another sound came. I moved passed the dining table, entered into the passage and I saw a door opened. Someone was inside the room. I stood and waited a bit, then peeped inside to see a young man searching through the drawers in the bedroom of the victim I assumed. I walked in speedily, pointing my gun at him.                                                                                                                                                                                  
I commanded. “If you move I will blow your brains out!”                                                                                               
He was startled. He raised his hands up. I moved towards him and shoved him on the floor, pointing my gun directly to his forehead. “Who are you?” I asked him. “What are you doing here?” 
“Promise me you won’t kill me?” he said in a fearful tone.   
“If you tell me the truth, I won’t blast your brains out!”                                                                                                                 
“Robinson owes me money. He has not been picking my calls. That’s why I came here.” 
“First question, how did you get in?”
He cleared his throat and swallowed. I saw fear in his eyes. “I have my own key.” 
I put my gun away. I pulled him up to stand. “Second question, what were you looking for?”
“My money of course,” he said to me. “You have a gun with you, what did Robinson do?”  
“Robinson is dead!” I uttered angrily.                                                                                                                                     
He began to laugh. “That’s a big joke. Is this a way of trying to run away from paying me his debt?”
                                                                                                                                                                   I took out my badge to show him.                                                                                                                                           
He froze. “Please tell me it’s not true, tell me you’re playing with me. Please!” He was in tears. 
“He was killed!”  
He put his hands on his head. “Oh my God!” 
I sighed. “Third question who are you to him?”
He wiped his tears away. “I am his booker.”                                                                                                                        
“My left eyebrow rose. “Booker?” I asked. “You make reservations?” 
“Yes.” He said and nodded.                                                                                                                                                         
“For what?” I asked.
He pointed to a medium large photograph of the victim. I didn’t take notice of it when I first came in. Robinson is dressed in a white pant in a sexy or rather I will use the word indecent pose. Did he actually take Makinwa’s advice by becoming a model? I asked myself.                                                                                                 
I turned to his bookie. “Robinson was a model?” 
“Robinson wasn’t a model. He was far from being that. He was a stripper.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
To be continued......                                                                                                                                           


  1. AnonymousJuly 31, 2015

    This is an E-novel. I will read when am settled

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  4. Carina dear
    You are really talented
    Keep it up

  5. Hmmm, this detective has been active, so he has recieve the most active policeman of the week, lol.
    Nice one CJ.
    Keep been inspired.
    Keep writing!

  6. @Godfirst.. yes oh. The detective is likable. I had to use him again. Thanks for your kind words.
    @Boyode... Thanks! Will check it out
    @Vivian... Thanks dear
    @Bolatito... okay. no p

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  9. @diary of a naija mom.. thanks! will check it out
    @Veronica... thanks dear. I will finish 'finding Robinson's killer' before posting the other episode of Eternal love. Thanks for the advice.


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