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Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Finding Robinson's Killer. Episode 3


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On Monday, I dressed in a corporate wear because the weather was too hot for me to wear a suit. I drove to the victim’s place of work to question the employees there before targeting Tunde. I met the gateman who threatened to beat up Robinson but I had my doubts he was capable of committing such a crime. Mr. Ebele was an elderly man with grey hair garnishing his head. There was no way this man could have the strength to beat and stab the victim to death.
 
I went into the building and I saw the secretary Rita, a very slim lady. She followed me to Temi Matthews, her boss office. His face brightened up when he saw me. 
                                                                                                                                                               “It’s so good to have you here detective,” he said. “How are you?”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
“Fine sir,” I replied. The secretary left us alone. I shook his hands and sat on the chair. His office was big and lovely. “I won’t waste your time sir. I am here to ask questions about the victim from your employees.”

“No problem.” he said. “I informed my workers this morning about you and they will give you their attention when you need them.”
                                                                                                                                                        
I rose on my feet to leave his office. “Thank you for that but I will also talk to your wife sir.” 
                                                                                                                                                              
Mr. Temi widened his eyes and stood up. “My wife?” he asked. 
                                                                                                                                                                   “Yes. There’s no cause of alarm.” 
                                                                                                                                                                
He sighed loudly. “No problem, tell Rita to take you to her office.” I thanked him and went to meet Rita. Before Rita took me to the office, I questioned her. 
                                                                                                                                                        “Where were you after closing from work on Friday?”
                                                                                                                                                                   
She shook her head and hissed. “If someone told you I was harsh on Robinson, yes it’s true. If someone told you I killed him, it’s a lie. I am not a murderer.” 
                                                                                                                                                                    “I am waiting for your answer Miss Rita.” 
                                                                                                                                                
“Mrs. Rita,” she corrected me. “My husband came to collect me after work. He does that every day, you can ask around.”
                                                                                                                                                                
Now I understand why she was cruel to Robinson. A rude woman. I didn’t ask further questions but for the location of Mrs. Matthews office. Rita knocked on her door before we entered together. The woman, a fat woman, she was reading newspaper and dropped it on her table after we entered. There was no smile on her face. Rita introduced her to me and left us.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         
“Sit down detective.” she said.                                                                                                                                                                                                   
I did.  “Your husband alibi was confirmed from your maid. Where were you after closing from work on Friday?”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “I do not see the reason for you to ask me such a nonsense question. If my husband was at home after work don’t you think I will be too?” 
                                                                                                                                                                                              
“He never mentioned leaving the office with you to the supermarket and going home.”                                                                                                                                                                     
“I went home on my own that day and it was before closing time. My husband is the owner of this company and I have every right to leave anytime.” 
                                                                                                                                                                  
“I never said you can’t do that ma.” 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
“Are you done? she asked me angrily. 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
I looked at her face and didn’t understand what was going on. Why was she upset at me for trying to ask questions about the death of a man her brother said she was nice to? Before I could utter a word, she burst into tears.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
“Robinson was a nic…” her voice broke. 
                                                                                                                                                             
She could not stop shedding tears. I sat back watching her like a nollywood movie. It took her up to two minutes to compose herself back to normal.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
“I am sorry,” she said after cleaning her face. “It saddens my heart that Robinson is dead.” 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
“I understand.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
“I don’t know the heartless person that could do this to Robinson. He was a good and hardworking young man, please find who killed him.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
“I will try my best.” I rose to leave, although I wanted to ask her a question but changed my mind. There was still enough time to find out if she was sleeping with the victim. I left her to meet the secretary to take me to Mrs. Bosede and Ejiro the wrestler.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
Mrs. Bosede informed me she went to the hospital for her health issues. She showed me her receipts and of course, I made a call too. Ejiro, a young woman, fair and tall, despite her complexions she was quite ugly.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
“Detective,” Ejiro said. “I know Robinson and I were never close but I did not kill him.”
                                                                                                                                                                                          
“You were mean to him and hit him on the head which made him bleed.”                                                                                                                                                                                         “Mr. Makinwa or the lousy secretary must be the one to tell you about that day I injured him. I was mad at him."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
“What did he do?”                                                                                                                                                                                                
She closed her eyes, I thought she wanted to cry but when she opened them, I saw no tears. “I can’t remember but I did not kill him.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
I asked. “Where were you…” she cut me short.
                                                                                                                                                                 
“I don’t have an alibi because I went home after work and no one lives with me. I live on my own. Does that make me a suspect?”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
Without thinking, I, Ross replied her, “Yes, you are a suspect.” Before I knew it, she began to sob. “But you are not under arrest because I have no evidence you did it.”                                                                                                                                                                    
She stopped sobbing. “I was foolish to treat him the way I did. If only I could rewind back the hands of time.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
“I will continue to investigate.” I said to her. “I have to go.” Ejiro walked me to the entrance door of the company and my next journey was to locate Mrs. Ekaette and Tunde. A black Toyota jeep entered the compound and the driver came out. He turned to our direction and I uplifted my eyebrows, the person coming towards us fits the description of the young man the victim’s sister described, a tall man with a big scar on his right side of the face.                                                                                                                            
“Who is that?” I asked Ejiro.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             
“That’s my boss son, Mr. Felix Matthews.”
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To be continued…                                           

9 comments:

  1. Mr Felix aff murder smbori... Carina cn put sm1 on suspense ehn!! Next episode plzzzz...

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  2. @Vivian... Thanks dear.
    @Temitope.. Thanks Temi. next episode is tomorrow evening.

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  3. Is it the same story with the man that killed his boss cos of Nke chi?

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  4. No.. this is another story.

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  5. Interesting read
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