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On a warm Monday afternoon, an unpleasant odor oozed
out from the living room Tiwa Bankole Gold motioned in and that made her sweat
from her forehead down to her jaw. With the use of a handkerchief, she wiped
the dampness off her face. She covered her nose and walked inside. At first
when she hopped out from her car, she met Omoni’s female assistant, Debra. The
young woman greeted her. Tiwa saw a woman in tears and a new officer
working at the GT bureau consoled her.
The small house was a mini flat with no fence. The
two-storey building opposite it was not finalized. The road on the street
wasn’t tarred and it appeared quite deserted. They were few houses and one kiosk.
The rest were bushes, a farm and uncompleted houses.
Tiwa’s eyes were covered with a transparent glasses. Genevieve Cole
Arinze and Doctor Omoni stayed cropped on one bended knee beside a decomposed body. They
heard footsteps coming their way; Genevieve was the first to turn back. She
looked surprised, stood on her feet and opened her arms for a hug. Tiwa raised
her hands and shifted backwards. The diamond ring on her finger shimmered.
“Don’t hug me now!”
They were dressed in a suit.
Genevieve smiled graciously. “The smell is not that
bad.” She removed the gloves off her hands. “By the way, what are you doing
here? Your honeymoon is not yet over.”
“Two weeks in Brazil is more than enough for me.”
“You are supposed to spend a month with your husband. When
did you get back and how did you know I was here?”
“We landed one hour ago and decided to check the
office before going home. I changed my mind when Miss Effiong gave me the
details of your whereabouts and I am here to solve the case with you.” A smile
awakened from the corner of her lips.
“Welcome back partner.” Genevieve said.
“Thanks.” Tiwa finally hugged her.
Omoni rose on her feet. She happily smiled at Tiwa. “I
would have jumped on you if not that my gloves are covered in dry blood. It’s
so good to see you. I missed you. How was your honeymoon?”
“Good to see you too and I had a nice time.”
The victim was a male appeared to be in his early thirties. His living room was in a mess. It had only three white plastic chairs and one of them was upside down. The top of the wooden table cracked. The books and laptop-bag on top of the reading table was scattered. There was no television or a disc player. A brown wallet and a phone were on the ground.
The victim was a male appeared to be in his early thirties. His living room was in a mess. It had only three white plastic chairs and one of them was upside down. The top of the wooden table cracked. The books and laptop-bag on top of the reading table was scattered. There was no television or a disc player. A brown wallet and a phone were on the ground.
Tiwa removed her glasses, and peeped at the deceased. “What
happened to him?”
“He was shot four times to death on his torso.” doctor
Omoni said. “But before his killer pulled the trigger, they fought.”
Tiwa moved a step closer to the body. Debbi walked in
and enthused to stand beside Omoni.
“There was a
struggle between the victim and the killer." Omoni got down on
one knee and jagged a finger at his wrists. “These are defensive wounds.” She
turned his right hand to show them his knuckles. “He fought, but it wasn’t for
long. I am still trying to figure out what caused the deep bruise on his middle
finger. He must have given his killer a hard blow somewhere that is sharp.”
Tiwa looked closely and Debra gave her white gloves to
wear. Tiwa wore the gloves, fell on her knees and took the injured hand.
“I will check around to see if I can find something.”
Genevieve said.
They nodded and she left and went into the bedroom.
“Is it possible he missed the face of his attacker and
hit something like a sharp object?” Tiwa asked.
“I checked around, no broken bottle or window.”
Tiwa sighed and looked up. Her eyes toured around the
four walls of the living room. She gazed down on the floor to survey it. A
small pale item caught her attention. She uplifted and sauntered to retrieve it
under a plastic chair.
“I think I know how he sustained that cut on his finger.”
Tiwa said and stretched her hand forward to Omoni. “This must be the killer’s
teeth.”
Omoni opened the mouth of the victim to check inside and
she dazzled a satisfied smile at her. “It’s definitely from the killer. The
victim is not missing a tooth.” She took the tooth, gazed at it meticulously
before she pulled out a small transparent container from the bag with Debra and
kept it inside. “I will examine it and use it to match the dental record of
the killer when you get him or her.”
“You think a woman can pull this off?” Genevieve asked.
They swerved at her direction.
“Anything is possible.”
Tiwa said. “The killer was still able to take control
after getting hit by the teeth.”
“Don’t forget to add it is the canine.” Omoni said. “It’s
one of the teeth in front of the mouth. The killer might have fixed it with an
artificial one.”
“Doctor Omoni,” Genevieve said. “Are you certain that tooth
is from the killer?”
“I checked it thoroughly. Judging from the surface of
it and the time it has been here, yes, it is.
In addition, the victim died three days ago. I can’t determine exactly the
time of death.”
“How did you know the victim was dead?” Tiwa asked
Genevieve in a puzzled tone.
“A neighbor called the office.”
“Is the woman outside the neighbor?”
“No. She is the ex- girlfriend of the victim. Her name is Patricia. She said she came in to
talk to him for breaking up with her two weeks ago. She gave him some days to think about getting back with her. She came today to pay him a visit.”
“What time did she get here?”
“She said after eleven in the morning.”
Tiwa glanced at her wristwatch. “It’s 1pm already. Was
the door opened?”
“She met it locked.” Genevieve replied. “She used her
key. The victim did not ask for it when he called off their affair.”
“The door was locked?”
“Yes.”
“How?” Tiwa asked in a confused tone. “There is no way
a dead person can lock the door from inside.”
“She said she didn’t see his key.”
“It is possible the killer shut the door and took the
key along.”
The officer came in and Tiwa ordered him to store the
phone into an evidence bag.
“Yes ma,” he said, wore gloves and picked it up. “There
is no battery and sim inside.”
Tiwa and Genevieve looked at each other.
Tiwa returned her gaze to him. “What’s your name
again?”
“Officer Lanre.”
“It seems there is information in the phone that is why
the battery and sim is not in there. When we leave here, I want you to go to
the computer village and buy the particular battery of the phone. We never can
tell, we might find something stored inside the phone.”
“Yes ma.”
“What about the wallet?”
“Nothing inside.”
Genevieve had walked towards the reading table. She
turned the laptop-bag downwards. “There’s no laptop inside. It's empty.”
“This person is not only a murderer, but also a thief.”
“Could it be a robbery gone wrong?”
“No way,” She said. “The killer might want to make us
think it was a robbery.” She looked over at the body. “Beaten and shot four
times is murder. How come no one heard the gunshots?”
“I wonder.”
Omoni said.
“Did the neighbor not say anything about gunshots on
Friday?”
“He said he travelled two weeks ago and returned on
Saturday.” Genevieve said. “The room I checked is neat and all his clothes and
shoes are stored inside one big luggage. Could it be he was travelling on
Friday before he met his untimely death?”
“I have no idea.”
She looked at the reading table and searched the books.
She found a brown envelope, peeped inside and brought out a white sheet of
paper. She read it. Her expression changed into an unhappy one.
“What is it?” Tiwa took the letter from Genevieve when she
could not get an answer. She read it too. “Shit!”
“What is the letter about?” Omoni asked curiously.
Tiwa sighed sadly. “It is an employment letter. He is
supposed to resume work today at Harold’s Oil Company as the assistant
manager.”
“Harold’s Oil Company? That is huge!”
“Today, they are to give him a three bedroom apartment
in Lekki, an official car, a driver and two hundred thousand naira wardrobe allowance
apart from his salary he will earn monthly.”
“This is unfair.” Genevieve grunted and walked towards
the door. “This is unfair!!”
“Like you said earlier detective Tiwa,” Omoni said.
“This is murder. The victim was leaving this place to a better one. Why would
it be taken from him? He was only able to afford plastic chairs! Now that he wants to taste the better things
of life, a monster denied him of that.”
“Very sad. You and officer Lanre should take the body to the lab.
I will speak with the ex-girlfriend before I and Genevieve will go to the Company.”
“Okay.”
Tiwa took the letter from her. She walked out the door
with an angry look on her face, and met Genevieve talking to the victim’s ex.
They stood behind the van they came with. She motioned closer to listen to
their conversation. The woman put her arms around her body and answered
questions with tears running from her eyes.
“When both of you were still together, Genevieve asked.
“Did he ever tell you if anyone threatened him?”
“No.” Patricia answered. “Why would someone threaten
him? He was managing himself. He didn’t have money.”
“And you coped managing with him?”
“Of course I did. I loved him.”
“Are you aware he got a job recently?”
“Not really. He only told me he would get a job soon.”
“What do you do?”
“I am a hair dresser.”
“How did you feel when he broke up with you?” Tiwa
asked her.
Patricia looked at her. “I felt weak and broken, and
that’s why I gave him some days to think about us coming back together. I have
been trying to reach him since yesterday. I had to leave my shop in the morning
and come here to talk and check on him.”
“Did you specifically tell the neighbor to call the
bureau?”
“No. He did it on his own when he saw the body. I was crying. He said
he must have been killed.” She shut her eyes tightly and more tears gushed out.
“I can’t believe Danny is gone!”
“Can you tell us the reason or reasons he broke up with
you?”
She opened her eyes. “What does breaking up with me
have to do with his death? You should be out on the streets finding his
killer!” She wiped under her eyes with the back of her right hand angrily.
“If you have nothing to hide, just tell us.” Genevieve
told her.
“He met someone else.” She chuckled mischievously. “Danny
and I dated for a longtime. He left me for another woman.”
“Do you know how we can reach her?” Tiwa asked. “His
phone is inaccessible.”
She frowned extensively. “How should I know? She
snatched my man!” her voice echoed.
“I think you should calm down,” Genevieve said. “My
partner is only doing her job. Is there anyone that we can talk to, like his
family and friends?”
Patricia sighed. “Danny has a younger brother, but he is in the village with their mother. His father is dead. He has an aunty here.
I will give you her phone number and home address.”
“Thanks.”
She dipped her hand inside her pocket to fish out her phone.
“And yours too, in case we come up with more questions
for you." Tiwa said. "Include the address of your shop too. After the case is over, I might
patronize you.” She honestly liked her weave.
She concentrated on her phone and spoke softly, “No
problem.”
They thanked her again after she gave them the details.
Patricia told them to find the killer and she left in tears. Genevieve went
inside and informed Omoni she was leaving with Tiwa. Genevieve was walking with
Tiwa to her car when a lady inside a taxi stared at the detectives
inquisitively and told the driver to stop. She came out, paid her fare and
strolled to meet them. She was dressed in a skirt suit with blue heels on her
feet.
“Please, what’s going on?” She asked them.
“And you are?” Genevieve inquired.
“I am a neighbor from the next street. Did anyone die
here?”
Tiwa and Genevieve exchanged glances and returned their
gaze back at her.
“Are you a friend of the occupant of the house?” Tiwa
asked her.
“No, but we do say hello to each other when we see. Is
he al…Oh my God!” She covered her mouth at the sight of seeing Debra and Lanre
carrying the victim on top of a slate into the vehicle. A white cloth covered
him. Omoni walked behind them. “Is that Danny?”
“I thought you said you were not friends.” Genevieve
said. “How did you know his name?”
“Is that really Danny?” Her body shuddered.
“Yes.”
“Oh my God!” As her lips trembled, she answered the question.
“Sincerely, we were not friends. I got to know his name when he stopped me and
asked if my firm needed new employees.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I couldn’t help.” She let out a sigh and erupted into
a noiseless cry.
Omoni notified them that they were leaving. The officer
drove the van.
The lady added. “I should have reported it. Did he die
on Friday?”
The partners stared at each other again.
“How did you know he died on Friday?” Tiwa asked her.
“I did not know someone died because I was scared to check. On
Friday, I left the office early and went for a church program. When I left
there and reached the junction of the street, I didn’t see a taxi on time. I
decided to trek, I was eager to get home before 9:30pm. My favorite soap opera
starts at that time. I walked down this street and when I was about to turn to
my own, I heard four gunshots.”
“You heard the
gunshots?” They both asked at the same time.
“Yes. I was afraid.
I didn’t know exactly where the gunshots came from.”
“You did not see anyone when you passed this street?”
“It’s a bit lonely as from 8 in the evening. And whosoever
was outside must have gone inside when the gunshots happened.”
“Did you see anything?” Genevieve questioned.
“When I peeped in the dark, I saw two people running to
a car parked at the left side. They entered and drove in speed.”
“Are you sure they were two?”
“Yes, but I can’t tell if they were men or women.”
They glimpsed at the right side of the road.
Genevieve said, “It means they parked their car away
from this house. On Friday, can you remember the kind of cars you saw around
here?”
“I didn’t take note, but I am sure, I saw a small red
car not far from this house.”
“Do you know the name of the car?”
“I am sorry, I don’t know.”
“That’s okay.” She touched her gently on her left shoulder.
“You did well and thank you.”
"You're welcome. I hope you find his killers."
"You're welcome. I hope you find his killers."
They watched her leave their sight.
Tiwa let out a low sigh and looked at Genevieve.
“Doctor Omoni mentioned the killer lost his tooth and he was still able to have
control of the situation and shot the victim. What if the other person had the
gun and pulled the trigger when the victim punched his accomplice.”
Genevieve nodded. “That’s a good theory. It's possible."
They turned their eyes to the other side of the road. The
noise coming from a black G-wagon as the driver drove in full speed made them
edgy. Tiwa hiked to the left side of her car to join Genevieve and glanced at her.
Tiwa put her right hand inside her jacket to hold the handle of her gun. Genevieve felt hers at the back of her waist.
The driver of the jeep stopped in front of the
two-storey building and the sound of the engine went off. A tall man with an appealing face,
nice haircut and muscular body in a fitted expensive suit came out, and rushed
towards Danny’s apartment. Tiwa and Genevieve lowered their weapons.
“Stop there!” Tiwa shouted.
“Stop there!” Tiwa shouted.
He halted and looked at them mystified. He raised his
hands up with a smirk on his face. “Am I in trouble?”
“No.” They moved closer to him. She introduced herself
and her partner. “The house is locked. What are you doing here?”
He dropped his hands, “Why will his place be locked? I
came to see my friend.”
“Who?”
“Danny Ajala. Was he arrested unlawfully because if he
did, I will fucking sue everyone involved in his arrest!”
“Why would you think he was arrested?”
“That’s because two detectives are stopping me from
going into his house. I had to come here during my lunchtime to ask him why he
has not resumed work today. The managing director has been calling my phone!
Danny’s number is switched off!”
“You work at Harold’s Oil Company?”
“No.” he said with confidence. “My name is Peter Harold
and I am an attorney. My uncle is the owner of the Company.”
Genevieve lifted the envelope and showed him the
letter.
“That’s Danny employment letter!” he uttered. “Where is
he?”
“I am sorry to break the bad news,” Tiwa said. “Danny
is dead.”
Peter widened his eyes and lifted an eyebrow. “Are you
trying to tell me that Danny who suffered for a long time and finally got his
dream job is fucking dead?”
She sighed loudly. “Yes. He was killed.”
“Murdered?”
“Yes.”
“What the fuck!” He spat on the floor and barked. “That
fucking bitch!”
“Who are you talking about?”
“His fucking ex-girlfriend or girlfriend or whatever
the fuck he called her!”
“Can you explain why you suspect her?”
A scorn arose from his face. “I have every right to
suspect that fucking bitch! Before I travelled to Canada to further my
education, Danny was my friend in the university. He was fucking brilliant! He
wasn’t even in my department, I paid him to do my fucking assignments whenever
I was busy or travelled. We lost contact after we graduated and I left the
country. After many fucking years, I met him two months ago at a filling
station and he looked like a sick fucking cockroach! I didn’t hide my feelings,
I fucking told him. I gave him money to buy enough foodstuffs to feed himself and
look presentable before I could introduce him to my fucking uncle. I fucking
got him a fucking job in the fucking Company!”
Genevieve and Tiwa were speechless. They continued to
listen to him. Perhaps he had vital information to help them solve the case.
“I never knew he was still in a relationship with that
fucking girl he dated in school. I never liked her. Patricia always claimed she
loved Danny, but she banged my rich friends and had nothing to show for it. I
would have banged her too, but I fucking have a type and I respect for my fucking
friend, Danny and guess what? Patricia is a fucking dumb school dropout that ended
up in a fucking shop. She is a fucking dummy! If she had listened to Danny, she
would have graduated. With my fucking kind heart, I would have helped her with
a large sum of money to start a business. I would not have offered her a
fucking job, because she would have fucked the job!”
Tiwa heaved a
sigh. “You have not told us exactly why you fucking suspect her.”
Genevieve munched her lips tight as she fought hard not
to erupt into a loud laugh.
“I am getting there.” He said. “Two weeks ago, I
invited Danny to my fucking house. I was giving him some of my clothes when his fucking
china phone rang and almost burst my eardrums with the fucking ringtone! He picked and
spoke for few minutes and ended the call. He started to explain shit! He said
Patricia is pressurizing him to get married to her after he received his first
salary.”
“She knew about his job?” Tiwa asked surprised.
“Yes, she fucking did! The day he received the letter,
he called her in front of me and narrated everything. I didn’t know it was
Patricia then until he opened up about the fucking marriage proposal. That day
she called him several times, he broke up with her when she started to insult
his family. I fucking hate that. She called again, I suspected she asked where
he was. He lied he was at home. Before I knew it, Danny pressed the loud
speaker and I heard the fucking bitch threaten to fucking kill him if he didn’t
marry her. He ended the call and refused to pick her calls again. She sent him
threat messages. I wanted to take it up, but the fucking lover boy refused! He said she was bluffling." Peter shook his head sorrowfully and looked into their eyes. The first time the
partners saw sympathy on his face. “She never knew Danny was pretending.”
“Pretending how?” Genevieve asked.
“He didn’t really break up with her. He lied to her. He
didn’t have a new girlfriend. He fucking loved her stupidly. He had plans to
engage her, but first, he wanted to use his first salary to rent a better
apartment for his mom, open a shop for her and bring his younger brother to
live with him in his fucking new house! I promised to pay the fees of his
brother while he safe money for his wedding. I will fulfill the promise and
take care of the boy.” Peter bowed his head. “I am supposed to fucking hate
Danny right now, but no, I will fucking miss him.” he smiled faintly and stared
at them. “Do you know he had a wonderful smile? Well, I don’t think you did,
you fucking met him dead.”
“I am sorry for your loss.”
Peter’s voice was calm. “Thanks. I lost Danny, found him and
lost him again, but this time, it’s fucking forever. By the way how did he die?”
Genevieve hesitated.
“He was shot four times.” Tiwa said.
“Four fucking times!!” His mouth opened wide.
“Yes.” She said. “We believe the killer has an
accomplice.”
“Damn it! You must fucking arrest her! I need justice!
I will pay any amount to catch her red handed!”
“It is possible she killed him. She must have taken his
phone and laptop to wipe out things she didn’t want anyone to see. “
“I don’t know if it’s true because I never confirmed it
from Danny.” Peter said. “I heard Patricia’s fucking brother was arrested for
robbery when we were in school. Philip used to beg me for money whenever he
heard I was around. He is a fucking illiterate and I was not shocked when I
heard he is still driving his fucking rickety car.”
“What is the color of the car?” Tiwa asked inquisitively.
“Fucking red!”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“He lives with his fucking sister!”
She tapped Genevieve on the hand. “We need to go!” They
ran to the car.
“You are leaving without fucking telling me the reason?”
He asked as he followed them. They both hoped into the car. Peter marched to Tiwa’s
side and tapped her glass. She lowered it down.
“We have to arrest Patricia and her brother.” She said to
him and gazed at her partner. “Send the address of Patricia’s house to officer
Lanre, her brother could be there. He should take some officers with him. They
need to be armed in case he is carrying a weapon. Lanre should check for the
battery, sim and laptop.”
“How would they be able to identify him?” Genevieve
asked her.
Peter quickly answered. “The fucking brother of a bitch
is fair, very tall and has a long scar on his forehead. He always stinks of
weed!”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome.”
“Anyone occupying that house should be arrested too.”
Tiwa told her. “We are going to Patricia’s shop.”
Genevieve agreed, sent the message and made the call.
Peter brought out his complimentary card from inside his jacket and handed it to Tiwa. “Please, call me. Let me know when you arrest her for murder.”
Peter brought out his complimentary card from inside his jacket and handed it to Tiwa. “Please, call me. Let me know when you arrest her for murder.”
“I will.” She turned on the ignition and zoomed off.
Peter looked over at the house, shook his head and swerved back to his car. The
partners arrived at the location of the salon ten minutes later. They walked into
the small caravan and saw Patricia braiding a woman’s hair. She glanced at their way and appeared startled.
“Detectives!” She abandoned the hair and motioned to
meet them. “Have you caught Danny’s killer?”
Genevieve turned her around, slammed handcuffs on her
wrists and curved her back to face her. “You are under arrest for the murder of
Danny Ajala. You have to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against
you in the court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford
an attorney, one will be provided for you!”
“I didn’t kill Danny! I loved him!”
“Where were you on Friday between 7pm to 9pm?”
“I was with my brother in my house!”
Genevieve pushed her to the car. The woman with her
hair half-done acted shocked and could only watch them. Tiwa looked around the
salon and saw a black handbag on the long couch.
“Is that bag yours?” She asked the customer.
“No.”
Tiwa angrily emptied the contents of the bag on top of
the couch. She searched through the things and sighted a battery and one sim
card. She muttered. “She’s really a fucking dummy.”
She took them along with her and drove. In the car, Patricia
maintained she was innocent. Tiwa and Genevieve said nothing to her until they
got to the bureau and whisked her into the interrogation room. Adebiyi checked
on them, and Genevieve welcomed him back from his honeymoon. He left. Patricia
sat and placed her hands on the desk. Tiwa and Genevieve remained on their
feet.
“You shot Danny!” Genevieve yelled at Patricia. “You
took his sim, battery and laptop to cover up your act! You threatened him!”
“I did not! I loved him!”
Tiwa dropped the sim and battery on the table. “I saw them inside your handbag! This is the
battery for the victim’s phone.”
She shrugged and put her hands on her laps. “I don’t
know what you are talking about. Someone must have planted the sim and battery inside my bag.”
“You think lying will save you? I don’t think so. You
went to Danny’s house this morning so that you won’t be seen as a suspect. I am
sure you never knew his neighbor would call this bureau and I am very glad he
did!”
Officer Lanre knocked, entered and he whispered to Tiwa. She turned to Patricia and smiled.
“Your brother has confessed that he beat Danny and you shot him four times.”
Patricia positioned her hands on her chest. “He is
lying to you. He didn’t do such a thing. We were together on Friday at home.”
“He said Danny pulled off his teeth while you shot him.
He gave us the laptop. With the help of an officer he is currently writing his
confession!”
Patricia furiously fled from her chair. “How could he?
I will kill him! I will kill Philip! He betrayed me! After all I have done for him, he betrayed me!” Lanre held her down as she cursed her brother. "I didn't kill Danny!"
Genevieve whispered into Tiwa’s left ear. “Did he
really confess?”
“No. Her brother was in front of the house trying to
sell the laptop to a guy for a ridiculous amount. There is a password. Miss
Effiong is trying to unlock it. All I need is her confession. When she does, I
will tell her brother what she said and he will confess too.”
“Is he missing a tooth?”
“Yes. They identified him with that.”
“He didn’t see a dentist to replace it?”
“No.”
“He is also a fucking dummy.”
Tiwa chuckled and murmured. “I agree. As the normal procedure, Kevin
will run a test to check if it is a match. I thought why do we have to wait for the
result when we can get her to confess?” She looked at Patricia and increased
the volume of her voice. “With the evidence we have, we will offer you a life
sentence with hard labor if you confess and write your confession, but if you
want a lawyer, fine. We will battle it in court and at the end of the day, when
you are found guilty; the death penalty will be your only option.”
“What! Please, I don’t want to die. I didn’t mean to
kill him.” She started to cry.
“Confess your crime.” Tiwa said.
Genevieve turned on the recorder.
Patricia sniffed her nose and cleaned her face. “Yes, I
killed him, but I loved him. On Friday, I told my brother to beat him up. I
wasn’t going to kill him.”
“Then why did you carry your brother’s gun along with
you?”
“It was to scare Danny. I lost my temper when he pulled
off my brother’s teeth with a blow. I shot him to weaken him.”
“You shot him four times!” Genevieve spat. “Four times
on the chest! How would that have weakened him if not to kill him? You planned
to eliminate him. Did you even give him a chance to explain the breakup to you?”
Patricia’s eyes drastically changed in a hostile way. “There
was nothing to explain! I don’t regret killing him. He left me for another
woman! I gave him my life! I will be thirty years old in four months’ time!”
“Age is nothing, but a number.”
She hit her hands on the table. “Bullshit! I am getting
old and Danny got a fantastic job! He didn’t want to include me after dating
him for almost eleven years! I could not take it anymore. I was patient with him,
and he took that for granted!”
“You were not patient enough because he wasn’t dating another
woman. He loved you!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Tiwa narrated what Peter told them.
“What! Peter Harold helped him with the job? How come he never told me he had his contact? Is this a joke?”
“It is not a joke and even if he truly left you, he
didn’t deserve to die. Danny only needed time to assist his mother before
putting a ring on your finger.”
“Please, tell me it’s not true.”
“It is nothing, but the truth!”
Patricia covered her face with her hands and cried endlessly. After some minutes later, she wrote her confession and they charged her for murder.
Genevieve and Tiwa spoke with her brother and he had no choice, but confessed. He
was charged for assault, battery and conspiracy to murder. Omoni gave Tiwa the
report revealing the missing tooth belonged to Philip. Officer Lanre left to
break the news of the death of Danny to his aunt. Idara was able to crack the password. Patricia
did not only send threat messages to his phone, but also to his email. Genevieve
followed Tiwa to her office to write their report on the case.
Tiwa finished writing and yawned. “I am fucking
hungry.”
Genevieve looked up at her and laughed. “Peter Harold
amazes me. What a strange character. We have to call him.”
Tiwa laughed. “That man is fucking impossible. I wonder
how people close to him tolerate his vulgarly attitude. I am tired of hearing
him speak. You can call him later.”
“Do you think you are the only one that does not want
to hear him talk? I couldn’t count how many times he mentioned ‘fucking’.” Both
of them burst out laughing. After a while, she gazed at the wall clock in the
office. “It’s 4:35pm. Before we go home, let’s eat at the cafeteria.”
“Okay. I will tell Miss. Effiong to call Peter Harold
before I leave the office.”
“Better.”
They rose up and someone knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Tiwa said.
Adebiyi’s secretary entered. “Mr. Gold needs both of
you to come and see him.”
“Okay.”
They left and walked inside his office. They met a
woman seated on a chair facing Adebiyi. Her beautiful and innocent face didn’t
cover the sadness in her eyes.
She looked quiet older than the partners. She wore a lovely shirt, blue jeans and brown sandals. Genevieve admired her natural hair.
She looked quiet older than the partners. She wore a lovely shirt, blue jeans and brown sandals. Genevieve admired her natural hair.
Adebiyi smiled at Tiwa and stood on his feet. “This
woman came here to see you and detective Genevieve. I want you to hear her
out.”
The woman rose and turned to them. “Thank God I finally
got to meet both of you today. Looking at the two of you right now, gives me
hope. My husband was arrested for the murder of his friend. He will be
appearing in court soon.” Her eyes were becoming teary. “Please, I need both of
you to re-investigate the murder case and find evidence to help him win his case. It
will mean a lot to me and my family if you help me.”
“He wasn’t granted bail?” Tiwa asked.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Did his lawyer not do anything to get him out?”
“My husband and I didn’t know on time. We believe the
lawyer is working for those that framed him. I was not in the country when the
police arrested him. One of his friends assigned the lawyer to him. The police
officer in charge must have been bribed because I don’t believe he is truly
investigating. When you speak with my husband, he will explain better and tell
you everything you want to know.”
“When is his case starting in court?” Genevieve asked.
She looked at Adebiyi and gazed back at them with tears
in her eyes. “One week from now.”
“One week?” She asked in an astounded tone.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Tiwa inquired. “How do we get evidence in a short
period of time? If the police officer was bribed, I don’t think he will give us
anything to help on the case. We are left with nothing to start with.”
“I know, but my husband didn’t kill his friend. He can
never hurt a fly. Our children miss him. I am ready to pay any amount for you to
help me get justice for my husband.”
“It’s not about the money.” Adebiyi said.
Tiwa and Genevieve exchanged glances and moved away
from the woman. They whispered to each other and marched closer to her.
Genevieve spoke. “We will take the case only on one
condition.”
“If we find out that your husband is lying to us and he
is guilty,” Tiwa said. “We will make sure he rots where he is right now.”
“I agree.” she said. “When you meet him, you will
believe him. You will like him too because he is a nice person. Someone is
framing him.”
“We will take the case.”
Adebiyi’s face beamed. The woman jumped up excitedly
and surprised them with a tight hug. She cleaned her face and smiled cheerfully! She
thanked them over and over again. They had to beg her to stop.
“I hope you have gotten him a better lawyer.” Genevieve
said.
“Oh yes! He will be speaking to my husband tomorrow.
You will meet him and work together. He will need the evidence you find to use
in court. Barrister Peter Harold is prepared to win the case.”
Tiwa and Genevieve’s facial expression changed.
“Did I say anything wrong?” She asked when she noticed
their astonished faces.
“Not at all,” Tiwa said. “Peter Harold is the new
attorney in charge of the case?”
“Yes. You don’t want him on the case?”
She forged a smile. “Of course we will work with him! Are
you sure he is good?”
“Yes! He is one of the best!”
“We will talk with him and your husband tomorrow
morning. We need the location of the station.”
“I will definitely give you. Thank you very much.”
“You haven’t introduced yourself to us.” Genevieve said
and extended her hand to her.
“Oh! I am so sorry!” She shook her hand. “I am Mrs.
Rebecca Smith. My husband’s name is Brown Smith.”
***
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Okay I had a fucking good laugh
ReplyDeleteImagine this line.. ." You have not told us exactly why you fucking suspect her.”
Peter Harold is the barrister...i love him already...in fact I am in love with his character
Carina Bae come and chop kiss jare...your story continuity is top Notch 💋💋💋
Chop kiss too... Muahh! 💋
DeleteI'm glad you fucking had a good laugh. Lol
Nice one Carina
ReplyDeleteThanks dear.
DeleteOh my God R-e-b-e-c-c-a!!! Rebecca has suffered so much already in the hands of that bastard husband. Just as she found happiness this happens. Why now? Oh God! Carina pleeeeeeeease save Brown. Abeg abeg.
ReplyDeleteJolly Jolly!
DeleteI hope the detectives and Peter Harold can save Brown.
Waooh carina j.i love this episode so much..you are fucking the Best mehn..i can't believe ...rebecca's Smith that was one of the episode and I fucking love bar; Peter H...nice one dear..God bless ya hustle
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteReading this episode just made my evening. Thank goodness i have more to read ahead.
This season is going to be fucking awesome i dare say!
Beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteReading this episode just made my evening. Thank goodness i have more to read ahead.
This season is going to be fucking awesome i dare say!