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The new director
continued, “There will be changes and errors to be corrected. I want all of you
to act as family. With time, all of you will get to know me better. If anyone
wants to talk to me personally, my door is always open for that. I am glad to be here and I look forward to work with everyone. God bless!”
The detectives clapped
their hands except Genevieve Cole. She was pissed at him and felt guilty for treating
her new boss bleakly.
He ended the quick
meeting and informed them to go home and rest. The detectives rose up and went
to their various offices. Genevieve bit her lower lip; her mind was not at
rest. She wanted to know the motive of the new director. She excused herself
from her colleagues, Leroy and Jasmine were tidying up their desk, prepared to
leave. Oscar was helping Genevieve write a report on the case a boyfriend
murdered his girlfriend.
Genevieve stepped out from her office and faced the direction to meet her new boss. A male detective approached
her before she got close to the office doorstep.
“Detective Genevieve
Cole,” he said. A very tall man, he had a big nose. He works at the Domestic
violence section. ”How are you?”
She flashed an earnest
smile at him. “I’m fine. And how are you doing detective Abu?”
“I’m good. It’s been a
while we saw each other even though we work in the same building.”
“You know we are always
busy. I just finished a murder case.”
“I heard the murderer
was arrested.”
“Yes,” she said. “What
have you been up to?”
“I am trying to handle
my younger sister’s case who is a victim of domestic violence. The problem now
is that she doesn’t want me to do it my way.”
Her eyebrows slanted.
“What do you mean?” she asked in a puzzled expression.
“She always wants me to
advise her husband not to beat her. Even if I do, she still end up with a
broken nose and bruised body.”
“This is serious. You
need to do something about it before it is too late. You cannot always agree to
what she says because she does not want her husband to face the law. It’s
either she leaves now or regret it later. You have to teach her husband a
lesson before he can realize what he is doing is cruel.”
“Thanks detective,” Abu
said. “I appreciate the advice. I will see her during the weekend and discuss what I will do to her husband.”
“That’s better.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Genevieve responded
with a smile and shook his hands. He walked away from her and she went towards
the director’s doorway. She knocked twice before he spoke.
“Come in.” She opened
the door and Quincy Harvey stared at her surprised. He sat down with a mug of hot
coffee in his right hand. “I thought you have gone home.”
“Is this a joke?” she
asked and sauntered towards his table without seating down.
He did a double look at
her and dropped the cup. “What is that supposed to mean?”
She bit her lower lip
before she answered. “Did you know I was a detective before you approached me?”
Quincy gave a low laugh
and shook his head. He peered into her eyes and wore a straight face. “No.”
She rubbed her forehead
and peered into his eyes too. “Why should I believe you?”
“I never knew you were
a detective or detective Genevieve Cole,” he said. “I thought you were a banker
or an accountant.”
Genevieve shook her
head repeatedly. “I don’t know why I do not believe you.”
He rose up majestically. “You
can believe and think whatever you like,” Quincy said angrily. “If I had known
you were detective Genevieve Cole I heard about, I would not have approached
you like that. When I arrived, I thought the female detective with the low cut
was you. I knew you were detective Genevieve when I saw your picture and your
name on your desk when I went to meet the homicide detectives in the office
before the meeting. ”
“And who told you about
me?” she asked.
“Your old boss.” He
replied and sat down.
“Uncle Freddie?”
“I knew him as Freddie Arinze.”
She bowed down her
head. “That’s his name. I address him as Uncle because we were very close. He
was like a father to me.”
He beamed and his
handsome face brightened. “You were like a daughter to him too.”
She raised her head
with a questionable expression on her attractive face. “Did he tell you?”
“Whenever we spoke on
phone, he always talked about you.”
Genevieve could not
hold her emotion. She covered her face; she did not want her boss to watch her
cry.
He stayed immovable on
his chair. “I am sorry for your loss. You should be strong.”
She took a white
handkerchief on his table and wiped the tears. She looked at him in the eyes.
“If you two talked like you said, why didn't you come to his burial? I never saw
someone like you there on that day.”
Quincy shrugged. “I was
not in the country at that time.”
She sniffed her nose. “I
will drop the report on the case I handled with my colleagues first thing
tomorrow morning.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t do that.”
“Why?”
“Like I said, there
will be changes. Any case investigated will be reported to me verbally.”
She gazed at him
stunned! “You mean we will have to discuss about the case to you in words?”
“That is exactly what I
said.” he replied with a stern tone.
If she had the power to
beat him up like a child, she would. Genevieve new boss vexed her extremely.
She visualized him as an overconfident maniac and a discourteous human being.
Talking and discussing on a case with him almost every day could tear her
apart! She knew exactly what to do. Whenever Genevieve has a case, she would
make she sure drag all the homicide detectives with her. At least, one of them
will give him the report. She does not have to speak with him.
“Why are you smiling?”
Quincy asked.
Genevieve never knew
there was a smile on her face as she thought of her plan. She immediately put
on a serious expression. “Nothing sir.” She wanted to sound professional.
“You can tell me about
the case now or are you in a hurry to leave?”
The detective already
knew she had no plans to talk to him the next day. She narrated everything to
her boss.
“Okay,” he said with no
hint of commendation. “You can go now.”
Genevieve frowned,
turned to leave and whispered. “Big-headed pr**k.”
“What did you say?” he
asked.
“I said goodnight!” she
responded with a loud voice, unlocked the door and closed it gently.
Quincy winked a one
sided on on his lips. He took his cup of cold coffee and sipped. He heard her perfectly
well. There was no need to query her for calling him a ‘bigheaded pr**k, it will
only make matter worse. His smile turned into a grin. He liked her, he could
not stop thinking about the way she talked, smiled, cried and insulted him. If
he showed he cared, she may use his weakness against him. Quincy Harvey really
liked Genevieve Cole.
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Detective Cole went back to check on her coworkers, they had gone home. She carried her pistol from her drawer and kept it inside her handbag. She left the building and walked to where she parked her car. She drove away and got home at 6:23pm. Genevieve was very hungry and wanted a quick food. She prepared noodles and fried eggs for dinner.
Detective Cole went back to check on her coworkers, they had gone home. She carried her pistol from her drawer and kept it inside her handbag. She left the building and walked to where she parked her car. She drove away and got home at 6:23pm. Genevieve was very hungry and wanted a quick food. She prepared noodles and fried eggs for dinner.
Later, she watched her
favorite television channel Telemundo. Her favorite series were ‘My Eternal and
Tomorrow belongs to me’. She wanted the love to be real but the reminder of her
past, constantly changed her thoughts. Uncle Freddie was the only one who knew
about her past and secrets. Whenever she felt downhearted, he was there to
listen to her. He was no more and there was no one on earth that understood her
more than him. She honestly missed him. After she changed the channel to watch some new musical videos, she romanced her bed and slept.
*****
The next day, Genevieve Cole arrived
at her office with a cheerful face. She wore a grey blazers, white inner, black pants and brown heels.
She carried a portable brown leather handbag that contained her gun, phone, wallet and a small knife. She greeted Oscar, Leroy and Jasmine as she entered and sat down in her office.
She carried a portable brown leather handbag that contained her gun, phone, wallet and a small knife. She greeted Oscar, Leroy and Jasmine as she entered and sat down in her office.
“How is Yvonne?” she
asked after Oscar’s six years old daughter.
“She’s fine and in
school at the moment.” he replied with a wide smile. He was a single father,
living with his only child and an aged nanny. “I hope you have not forgotten
what you promised her?”
“No, I will visit her
on Sunday.”
“We will be expecting
you.”
She gave a faint smile.
For some hours there was nothing important to do. Jasmine brought up the ongoing beef between Tuface and blackface. Genevieve was not
interested in celebrity gossip; it was certainly not her thing. She went
through her phone to call the only family member she acknowledged, her late
mother’s younger sister. She dialed her number but it was unreachable.
At noon, Leroy asked
Genevieve to follow him for a stroll. She agreed.
“I came to the office
very early today,” he said to her. “I heard something, maybe it’s a rumor, I
don’t really know.”
“What is it?”
“A detective in the
child abuse department said the new boss is likely to partner all the
detectives.”
She looked at him
surprised. “What kind of a man did they give us? Who told him we are
complaining working alone? There's no need because we all work together sometimes.”
Detective Leroy laughed
and rubbed his grey hair. “Maybe he thinks that’s the best way.”
“I like working with
the three of you and it might be a rumor.”
“What if its true
detective Cole?” he asked.
“I really don’t know,”
she replied. “However, we are four homicide detectives. If it is true, I hope
he pairs me up with you. Jasmine and Oscar fits each other, they are single and
should work together and mingle.”
He laughed again. “You
are amusing detective Cole. I will really love it if you become my partner.”
“Me too.” Genevieve
said. They decided to go back and have lunch at the bureau diner. She ate white
rice and stew with fried beef, he had beans and fried plantain. They showered
down the food with chilled water.
When they finished and
went back to their office, the two of them faces transformed into a worrisome one
when they noticed the sad faces of two workfellows they saw outside the
director’s office.
“Please what’s going
on?” she asked them.
“We are waiting for
detective Abu,” one of them replied. “He is with the boss to let him know he
lost a family member that was killed today.”
“What!” she exclaimed. “Don’t
tell me it is his sister?!”
“Yes it is. How did you
know?”
She did not bother to
answer but knock on the door and entered.
“Good afternoon sir,”’
she greeted Quincy and faced Abu. “I heard what happened. I am very sorry.”
“Thank you detective
Genevieve Cole.” he said with a solemn tone.
She turned her gaze to
her boss. “I want to investigate the case.”
Abu spoke instead. “That
is why I am still here trying to convince him to give you the case.”
Genevieve looked at
him. “I don’t understand.”
“He wants to handover
the case to detective Jasmine.”
“Please, I really want
the case.” She begged Quincy.
“Yesterday, Detective Abu and I
discussed about his younger sister going through domestic violence.”
“And who is your number
one suspect?”
“The victim’s husband,”
she replied.
“You have the case but
I want you to work with detective Jasmine.”
“What about detective
Leroy?”
“I want to see talk to
him about something important. Inform detective Oscar to make arrangements to
take the victim’s body to the medical examiner that owns a lab.”
“That’s doctor Ibinabo,”
she said and faced Abu. ”Is the body still in her husband’s house?”
“Yes. The husband
called me on the phone about her sudden death. She died inside a swimming
pool.”
“She drowned?”
Genevieve asked in a surprised tone.
“Yes.” Abu responded
with a sad tone. “He said the gateman was the first to see her and entered the
water to bring her out. You will know all the details when you get there.”
“That’s means his
finger prints will be all over her body.” Harvey said.
“I have to go there now
and see what I can do to find the murderer.” She touched Abu’s back. “I am
sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.”
Genevieve informed Oscar about calling doctor Ibinabo. She left with Jasmine to investigate the woman found dead inside her swimming pool.
Genevieve informed Oscar about calling doctor Ibinabo. She left with Jasmine to investigate the woman found dead inside her swimming pool.
*****
I arrived at the
victim’s house with detective Jasmine. The gateman opened the gate for us and
the first thing I looked was his facial expression. There was no hint of
happiness. His uniform was a bit wet. He took us to the left side of the house
where the pool and the victim was. The body was covered with a blue wrapper and
her husband sat close to her weeping. He raised his head to look at us and
quickly stood up on his feet. One thing I noticed was the color of his eyes.
They were red.
“Welcome detectives.”
he said in an unhappy tone. “I am Mr. Obim.”
I introduced Jasmine
and myself to him. My coworker gave me white gloves to wear. I wore them,
squatted and removed the cloth to study the victim. Her blouse was torn and
bruises on her hands. I covered the body and stood to talk to the bereaved.
“Did your wife know how
to swim?”
Mr. Obim shook his head
to reply.
“You should know you
are our number one suspect?"
He widened his eyes. “I
did not kill my wife! I am innocent
detectives. I know we had issues but I will never do such a thing to her, I
loved her!”
“If you loved your
wife,” Jasmine spoke. “She would not have been a victim of domestic violence.”
“I was wrong for that
but I did not kill my wife.”
“Did she ever retaliate
whenever you beat her?” I asked in a composed manner.
“No, she never fought
back.”
“Well, she fought with
her killer.”
“Why would you say that
detective Genevieve?” Jasmine asked.
“Her blouse was torn and the bruises appeared recent. Maybe she fought a woman.”
“Does that mean I am no
longer a suspect?” Mr. Obim asked.
“No.” I gave him a
straight answer. “How many of you live in this house?”
“Five.”
“And they are?”
“My late wife, cook,
housekeeper, gateman and myself.”
“What about your
children?” Jasmine asked.
He face fell. “My wife
and I don’t have children and I have to be honest with you detectives. The
reason I was always beating my wife was that she mocks me whenever we quarrel.
I have low sperm count but the doctor said it could be corrected. I have been
taking drugs for two years but she could not get pregnant.”
I asked, “Your house
keeper and cook, are they women?”
“Yes.”
“I have to see them.” He
called the gateman to call them from inside. They came outside with tears on their
faces. I ordered the security man to wait and answer some questions. I faced
Mr. Obim. “How come you never heard your wife fight? I mean she must have
screamed when she fell inside the water. Her killer knew she could not swim and
used that as a motive to kill.”
“How come you never
heard anything?” Jasmine asked Mr. Obim.
“I was in my room
sleeping. Everyone close to me knows whenever am at home during the week I always
listen to music. I never heard anything until my gateman screamed and entered
into my house to alert me.”
“You did not lock your
entrance door?” I asked. “And why did you not go to work?”
“It was locked.” He replied.
“My gateman came inside my house through the kitchen door leading outside. To answer
your second question, I lost my job a week ago.”
“It seems your wife
came through the kitchen door but for what? She can’t swim and I wondered what
brought her here.”
“Sometimes she comes to
the pool side to relax,” the housekeeper said. "She comes here to read her Bible."
I looked around and saw nothing. I faced the cook and noticed the index finger on her right hand wrapped with cotton wool and bandage.
“What happened to your finger?”
“I cut my finger in the
morning when I was cutting some ingredients.”
Mr. Obim touched her at
the back. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he noticed my eyes were fixed on him and he
quickly removed it.
“I am okay sir,” she
replied. “I went to the chemist.”
I asked the victim’s
husband. “After your gateman raised an alarm what did you do?”
“I went to check if my
wife was still breathing but there was no response.”
“Who was the last
person to enter the house?”
“The cook.”
“Where did you go to?” I
asked her.
“My madam sent me to
the market to buy some foodstuffs.”
“What about you?” I queried
the quiet housekeeper.
“I took permission from
my madam to visit my family.”
“That means your family
can testify you came.”
The housekeeper scratched
her head. “No ma.”
“Why?”
“I did not meet them at
home.”
“Didn’t you call to inform them
you were coming?” Jasmine asked.
“I am innocent,” she
said and was about to cry. “I am innocent.”
I said to her, “You did not answer my
colleague. “Did you not tell them you were coming to visit?”
“No ma,” she replied. “My
battery was low and I don’t have to call for me to see them.”
“That means you have no
alibi.”
She shook her head and
had a teary look on her face.
“Where were you when
your madam was killed?” I asked the gateman.
“Mr. Obim sent me to
buy newspaper for him. He told me to keep the paper with him because he wanted
to sleep. I decided to play with my friends who came to buy paper too.”
I became confused. I thought
for few seconds and decided to take their phone numbers and call them whenever
as I investigate the case. I handed my phone to the cook, she gently took it
with her right hand and punched her number with her thumb. Mr. Obim, housekeeper
and the gateman also gave me their numbers. I informed them I was leaving with
my partner. We heard a sound from a car, we went outside, and we saw it was the
paramedics. They came to take the body to the medical examiner.
I was about to enter my car with Jasmine when she asked me a question.
I was about to enter my car with Jasmine when she asked me a question.
“Are we going to leave
just like that?”
“Do you have evidence
to say who the killer is?”
“I know there is no
evidence but there must be suspects.”
“Who are your suspects?”
I asked.
“All of them.” She replied
with a frown on her face. “I don’t trust them at all.”
“Well, I need to think
about this and put two and two together for me to concentrate on the actual
killer or killers and get evidence. I will call doctor Ibinabo to do a thorough
check on the victim. Maybe we miss something that can lead us to her killer because she
fought with the person. Her blouse cannot tear just like that. Also, all of their clothes they wore are intact.”
“What do we tell the
boss?”
I had no intention to talk with him. “You will tell him
everything,” I said. “There is something not right and I will make sure the
killer is found." We entered inside my car.
"I hope we can crack the case." Jasmine said as I turned on the ignition. "Finding evidence will be difficult."
”We will find the evidence, “I said. “This is
absolutely a murder case.”
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The conclusion (Part 2) will be posted on Wednesday by 8pm.
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Who do you suspect? Mr. Obim, housekeeper, cook, gateman or all of them?
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ReplyDeleteHmmmm..
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I suspect Mr Obim and the cook,I also think they are having an affair
ReplyDeleteI don't trust the victim's husband. I don't believe his story. He was the only one at one. Genevieve cannot hide from her boss nah, what if he questions her about the case. She makes me laugh
ReplyDeleteDon't know why I suspect the gate man and Mr. Obim. The cook might be having an affair with her employer. This one na serious investigation
ReplyDeleteHmmmm! I guess I'll just wait for the conclusion. Too bad Mrs. Obim had to end up like this. Interesting read!!!
ReplyDeleteKudos carina,I love this story.
ReplyDeleteHmm who do I suspect? If you ask me na who I go ask. I suspect them all.
ReplyDeleteTo me, everyone of them is a suspect
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Mr obim and cook
ReplyDeleteThe cook had a motive to kill MRS obim coS She is having an affair with her husband.
ReplyDeleteHmmm but the killer can be anyone
I suspect the cook to be knacking the boss, and housekeeper might know about it, but couldn't tell anyone, but the Murderer is.......
ReplyDeleteHmm hope this thing won't be long like telenovas o...
ReplyDeleteI suspect Mr Obim and the housekeeper.
Well done CK, this story is unique
the cook is obviously screwing her boss I think the cook is the murderer
ReplyDeletethumbsup carina
I wish I have time to read this. ...too many read
ReplyDeleteI think the cook is pregnant for,mr obim,when the late wife findout....they had a big fight....which the cook maybe mistakenly pushed her into the pool.
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