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Episode 7 Title:
Scores to settle.
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“This is a serious
issue!” Tiwa spoke to Peter after she was able to hold herself from laughing
more.
“But I am not the only
one laughing.” He raised his hands up and the partners helped him up. He stood
on his feet and dusted the dirt off his clothes. He looked around and asked. “I
hope no one was shot?!”
Some who were in a
hurry to leave the place spoke out that they were okay.
“We thought you were
shot.” Genevieve said to the barrister. “You didn’t even answer us when Tiwa
touched you.”
“I am fucking sorry.”
Peter stared at the broken windows. “Damn it. Who is going to pay the fucking
bills?”
“We will think of a
way to sort out the mess.” Tiwa said. “But what are we going to do next? I
think you should inform the police about this and I will speak to Adebiyi too.
We were the targets.”
“That means whoever
killed Clement knows with the way I handled the case in court, I am likely to
win and finger out the real fucking perpetrator! This proves Brown Smith is
innocent and we are getting to the truth.”
Genevieve checked for
her phone and saw it on the floor. She believed it must have fallen when she
ducked from the bullets. She picked it up, but the screen had cracked and
unable to show the wallpaper clearly. Tiwa glanced at it and apologized. She
found hers intact.
“Lucky you!” Peter
said to Tiwa.
The manager and two
bar men came over to meet them and told Tiwa, Genevieve and Peter that they
knew the guns were aimed at them.
“I will notify the
police immediately,” the manager said. “Who among you will pay for the damage those
men caused.” He surveyed around. “The place is in disorder.”
“This place will be
sealed because it is already a crime scene.” Tiwa explained to him.
“But that is bad for
business. I will lose my customers and the owner of this place won’t be
pleased.” He stared at Peter. “Barrister Harold, you are our notable customer.
How can you help us?”
“There is absolutely nothing
I can do for you right now.” He replied him and the manager’s face drained of
sadness and disappointment. “But I promise you that the fucking damages will be
taken care of after my case in court. The case I am handling is unequivocally connected
to the shooting that happened here.”
They heard the siren
of police vehicles.
“I am sure the fucking
police are heading here.” He added. “I will do everything I can to have the
place as it used to be when the case is fucking over.”
“Thank you barrister.”
Peter paid the bills. The
manager and some of the employees went outside to meet with the officers coming
out from their vehicles. When they got outside, they realized a man who was
walking towards the entrance was hit in the hand and the security man had a
gunshot wound close to the chest. The detectives and the lawyer ran outside
when they heard the manager screaming for help. They were rushed to the hospital
with a customer’s car. An officer volunteered to follow them. Tiwa collected
his number before they left.
Genevieve and Peter
spoke with the remaining officers about the shooting. An officer asked who they
suspected, but both of them lied they had no idea who could be the person.
Peter gave a brief explanation of the case in court. He also told them he wasn’t
able to remember the name of the car those men drove. The incident happened in
a flash and maybe if he saw the car again, he would recognize it. He felt it
could be either a black Toyota corolla or Camry. Tiwa’s phone started to ring
and it was Omoni calling. She left their side and pressed the answer button.
“Dr. Omoni,” Tiwa said
immediately she picked. “You won’t believe what happened to me, my partner and
barrister Harold.”
“What happened?” She
asked in a panicked tone.
She explained to her.
“Jesus! Are you okay? What
about Genny and Peter? I hope no one was shot?”
“We are fine, don’t
worry. Why did you call?”
“I have found out
about the name of the lab tech. Her name is Beatrice Ewere.”
“Thank you. I will
pass your message to barrister Harold.”
“Thanks and send my
regards to him and your partner.”
“I will.”
“Call me if you need
anything.”
“I will.” She ended
the call and took a deep breathe.
After Genevieve and
Peter were through with the police, they went to meet Tiwa. She told them
Omoni’s message. Peter lifted his eyebrows and wore a visible questionable expression.
“Is there something
you remembered?” Genevieve asked him.
“The name Beatrice
Ewere sounds familiar. I don’t know why.”
“Maybe when you get
home and relax, then you can remember why you feel the name is familiar.” Tiwa
said.
“We shouldn’t relax,
detective Tiwa. We have to be fucking careful. I am sure those men left, thinking
they shot us. I want both of you to inform your men when you get home. Their
lives could also be in fucking danger.”
“The screen of my
phone is bad,” Genevieve said. “I can’t access mine and call Quincy.”
He stretched his phone
to her. “You can call him, but I think you should tell him when you get home.
If he knows now, his mind would be fucked up until your partner take you home
safely.”
Genevieve heaved a
sigh and told him not to worry. He dipped his cell into his pocket and smiled
faintly at Tiwa.
“Extend my regards to
Mr. Gold. Tell him how I saved your life and he owes me.” He glanced at
Genevieve. “And you too. Let Mr. Quincy know that I am the best lawyer to save
his fucking job. There is no way Barrister Chidi and that Beni….” He hesitated.
“Wait a minute. What the fuck was I fucking thinking?!” He slapped his
forehead.
Genevieve and Tiwa
looked at each other surprised and returned their faces back at him.
“What is it?” Tiwa
asked curiously.
“I think there is a link
between Beatrice Ewere and barrister Chidi Eze’s junior colleague.”
“How?”
“Her name is Benita
Ewere.” Peter replied.
Tiwa and Genevieve
acted stunned.
“Please, call doctor
Omoni to find a way to know her current address or work of place before
tomorrow afternoon. I want her to appear in court.”
“That will be
difficult.” Genevieve quickly said. “Even if we know her whereabouts before
1pm, there is completely no way we can persuade her to testify in court. She
will definitely refuse.”
“You think I don’t
fucking know. Get her location and I will be able to get a subpoena from the
judge.”
“You can?”
“In a short period?”
Tiwa asked him.
“As long as I can give
the judge enough reason to get a subpoena, she will grant an order to summon
her to court. Do not forget, I have the fucking blood test of the accuser.”
“I will inform doctor
Omoni and give you a feedback tomorrow before we meet in court.”
“I will tell someone
to find out if Benita and Beatrice are related.” Genevieve said. “I will give
him the details.”
“Who is the ‘someone?”
Peter asked her.
“Akin. He works at the
NIB.”
“Thanks. I should
leave now.” He smiled at them and walked towards his car.
Tiwa turned to
Genevieve. “Let me take you home.”
Genevieve nodded and followed
her to the car. As Peter got into his car and drove away, he called Whiskey’s
phone, but her number was switched off. He purposely drove to the police
station of where Brown was to make a report and to notify the police officer
that arrested Brown Smith.
He went home, had his
bath, and made himself a hot coffee, approached his bedroom and rested on his
bed to sip his tea and think of more ways to act in court the next day. Genevieve
got home and narrated her ordeal to her husband after she had her bath and wore
her nightie.
“You’ve got to be
kidding me!” Quincy said in a dazed tone. “How could he laugh?”
“That is exactly what
happened.” Genevieve said to him in their bedroom. She handed over her phone to
him.
He took it from her.
“I will get you a new one tomorrow. You should have found a way to call me.”
“There is nothing you
could have done. Were you going to leave Freddie who is already sleeping to
come and meet me when I had my partner and barrister Harold with me?”
“So you trust him
now?”
“I didn’t say that,
but if not for him, maybe Tiwa and I won’t be alive right now or could be badly
injured.” She extended her hand. “Please, pass me your phone. I need to call
Tiwa if she has gotten home.”
Quincy grabbed his
handset from the dressing table and gave it to her. Tiwa had stepped out from
her car and was walking towards the entrance where Adebiyi stood, waiting for
her.
“Hello.” Tiwa said.
“Are you home?”
“Yes. I just got
home.” She replied, Adebiyi pecked her and they entered inside the house. “I
called the officer that followed those men to the hospital. The customer is
responding to treatment. You won’t believe the security man died. He lost a lot
of blood.”
Adebiyi gave her a
stunned look and folded his arms as she talked through the phone.
“Oh my God!” Genevieve
exclaimed. “I am so sorry! I don’t even know what to say. This is really sad.”
“It is. Get some rest.
We will go to the hospital tomorrow. I will call doctor Omoni before I go to
sleep.”
“Alright dear. Send my
regards to Mr. Gold.”
“I will.”
She ended the call and
Adebiyi cuddled Tiwa into his arms.
“What happened?”
She explained and he
was in total shock.
“How did they know
you, Genevieve and barrister Harold were there?”
“I have no idea.”
He looked into her
eyes and put his hands on his waist region. “I don’t know what I would have
done if anything bad had happened to you.”
“Peter Harold said you
owe him for saving my life.” She nodded and smiled faintly.
“Seriously, I owe him.
Thank God nothing bad happened to you.”
“Nothing bad will
happen to me and I will be very careful.”
Adebiyi gently grabbed
Tiwa’s cheeks and kissed her lips. “You mean so much to me.” He took her left
hand. “You need to bath and eat.”
“I don’t have appetite.”
“You will eat when you see
what I have prepared.” He gave a broad smile.
*******
The next morning,
Peter quickly went to his office by 8am. He called Idara to come over and she
came thirty minutes later to offer him the information she acquired.
He glimpsed through
the file and glanced at her. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome
barrister. I will see you in court.”
He gave a nod, she
went out and he went through the file and thought deeply. On his way out one
hour later, he received a call from his secretary that he had a guest named
Skeleton. Peter acted shocked. He could not believe it. He gave the order for
his visitor to enter. Peter rose on his feet the moment Skeleton walked inside
his office.
“What the fuck gave
you the right to come to my office without my fucking permission!”
“I will explain if you
allow me to talk.” He said. He was wearing blue jeans, grey singlet and a red
cap. A stick of cigarette decorated the top of his left ear.
“You have two
minutes.” He said angrily.
“This is about
Whiskey. Have you seen her?”
He raised his eyebrows
and motioned towards him. “What do you mean if I have seen Whiskey? I called
her number yesterday and this morning, but it was switched off. Isn’t she
supposed to be in your rotten fucking house?!”
“Yes, but she has been
keeping other company I didn’t approve of. I should have told you, but she made
me promise never to say a word to you.”
His eyes turned red
and he moved very closer to Skeleton and pointed a finger at his face. “You
better talk before I rip your fucking face off!”
“Whiskey has
upgraded.”
“Upgraded?”
“I am aware you gave
her some money some days ago when she came to meet you at your favorite bar.
Why didn’t you ask her what she wanted to do with it?”
“It wasn’t the first
time of me giving her such an amount of money. She said she needed it and I had
no choice than to give her.”
“She used that money
for purchase of cocaine.”
“What!” Peter bellowed
and gripped his singlet. “What!”
“You have to let go of
me. I had nothing to do with it! I don’t take cocaine.”
“But you are capable
of getting it for her.”
“I will never do such
a thing! She is my childhood friend and she is like a sister to me. I would
have kept my mouth shut if I didn’t care about her! You know this Peter. You
wouldn’t have allowed her to stay with me if you knew I was bad news.”
“You are bad news.” He
jagged a finger at his chest. “You have always been bad news. I had no choice
that was why I allowed her to live with you. She chose you. You introduced her
to drugs!”
“But never cocaine or
heroin.”
Peter put his hand
down and gazed at him dazed. “As it gotten to that level?”
“Yes. I warned her to
stay away from her new friends. She never wanted me to know the place she stays
whenever she calls to tell me she won’t be coming home.”
“I think I know the
place. I have been there once. I have a case today and Whiskey won’t give me a
fucking headache.” He walked towards his table to get a pen. “I will write the
name of the address on a paper. I hope you can still read.”
He frowned. “I am a graduate.”
Skeleton said in an angered tone.
Peter looked at him.
“I thought smoking has drained your fucking brain.”
“I respect you
barrister, if not…”
“Don’t you dare finish
your fucking statement! I am supposed to tear your stomach apart and bring out
your lungs and dry kidneys! Nothing bad must happen to Whiskey.”
“It won’t be my fault,
but yours.”
“You want to blame me
for her drug problem? I tried my best for her! So many men out there would have
abandoned her and….” He shook his head. “I do not have to explain myself to
you.” He focused on the paper, wrote the address and handed it over to him and
he collected it. “It seems she can’t help me locate Solomon. Call me when you
see her.”
“I will.”
Peter told him the location
of the court in case Skeleton needed to see him in person and if he did that,
he should wear a suit or a better outfit. He dipped his right hand inside his
pocket and brought out money he gave to Skeleton. “Fill your tank.”
He smiled. “Thanks
lawyer.”
At 10:30am, Tiwa
called Peter that Omoni was still unable to get the new address of Beatrice
Ewere. That didn’t bother him, the information Idara gave him and the witness he
would present in court was more than enough for the day.
Skeleton called Peter
when he arrived at the court. He had seen Whiskey. She had bruises all over her
body, but she didn’t say how she got them. He took her to a pharmacy. Peter
promised to check up on her later. He wasn’t in the mood to speak with her.
“Check the reaction of
Clement’s father and his friends when I mention the name of Solomon’s whereabouts.”
Peter told Genevieve and Tiwa outside the courtroom.
“Don’t ask me any
question. You will understand.”
“Any news concerning
him?” Genevieve asked in a fast tone.
“No. We still don’t
know who sent those men to us. I will notify the Judge about it.”
“You should have done
that before she comes into the courtroom.”
“She might likely
postpone the next hearing and allow the police investigate the case. I don’t
want anything to stop me today. What about the ex-fiancé of Josiah.”
“Brenda is around.”
Tiwa answered. She pointed at a lady walking at their direction. “Here she
comes.”
Peter gazed at her, and
glanced at the detectives. “I will be inside.”
Rebecca, Quincy and
Dabota sat in court. The parents of Clement sat near some men in suit that came
with them. The courtroom was jam-packed unlike the first time. Peter called
Josiah to the stand. Peter held some sheets and presented a copy each to the
judge, barrister Chidi and the jury. He
looked at the audience and stared into the direction of Josiah. He shifted his
copy to him.
“Do you recognize what
I am holding?”
Josiah looked closely
and acted speechless.
Judge Osunde who had
gone through hers, adjusted her medicated glasses and looked at Josiah. “Answer
his question.”
He adjusted himself on
the chair and replied. “Yes.”
Peter spoke. “You
posted this on the day your friend was killed which happened on the 17th. You
posted a new photo of yours, hours after Clement was confirmed dead. Below the
photo, you wrote, ‘you lose something and gain something better’. I will like
to know the meaning of that.”
“Objection your
honor!” barrister Chidi spat out. “This is invasion of privacy! Barrister
Harold had no right whatsoever to exploit the pages of Mr. Josiah’s Instagram.”
Peter quickly said.
“Your honor, his page was left opened for anyone to check his profile, and
pictures. His Instagram page was not private!”
“It is not a crime
barrister Chidi.” Osunde said. “Objection overruled.” She gazed at Josiah.
“Answer the question.”
“I simply had plans to
buy a new vehicle. I had problems and I sorted myself out.”
“When did you buy the
car?”
“On the 20th
of last month.”
“And one of your
closest friends was killed on the 17th. It seems you didn’t mourn
Clement, but celebrated his death.”
Chidi yelled. “Objection
your honor! Irrespective of what happened to Clement Nzeribe, his friend,
Josiah had every right to spend his money anytime he wanted. Is it a crime to
buy a car anytime you want in this country?!”
“It is not a crime. Objection
sustained.” The judge said.
Josiah heaved a sigh
and stared at his friends.
“How did you get the
money to buy such a car?” Peter questioned him. “I know you were broke and
cancelled your wedding.”
“I made money from my
business.”
“Business that was
crumbling?” He asked and stared at the jury. “He lost money to Ponzi scheme. How
was he able to buy an expensive car in a short period?” Peter fixed his eyes on
Josiah. “Can you tell the court how you were able to make a huge amount of
money to buy an expensive car with a short period?”
“Objection your honor!”
Chidi yelled. “His business is his personal life and it has nothing to do with
the death of Clement Nzeribe! Does buying a new car solve the mystery behind
the victim’s murder?”
“Objection sustained.”
Judge Osunde said.
“No more questions
your honor.” Peter said and returned to his chair.
“Do you have questions
for him?” The judge asked Chidi.
“No, your honor.”
Josiah went to sit,
his ex, Brenda went to the stand, and Peter moved towards her.
“When you were in a
relationship with Mr. Josiah, did you ever encounter an argument between him
and Clement Nzeribe?”
“Yes.” She answered.
“Remember you are not
supposed to lie.”
“I am not.” Her voice
was hard.
“Why did they
quarrel?”
“Josiah accused
Clement of sleeping with me, but he told him it was untrue.”
“Did Josiah believe
him?”
“No, but he lied to
Clement that he believed him.”
“I am not going to ask
if Josiah is capable of murdering Clement because of that accusation, or if
that could be a motive for plotting to kill his friend, what I want to know
right now is that, did you really sleep with Clement?”
“Yes and I enjoyed
every bit of it.” She glanced at Josiah who was fuming.
“Are you certain
Josiah knew you slept with Clement?”
“Yes.”
“That will be all,
your honor.” Peter said and walked away to sit beside Brown.
“I have questions for
the defendant.” Chidi spoke and rose.
Brenda left the stand.
Brown Smith stood on his feet and went to the stand. He stared at the direction
of his wife and smiled. She raised her hand above her chest and waived at him.
She smiled back. Brown glared at Chidi.
“Are you a fan of politics?”
He questioned him.
“Not really.”
“I need a yes or a no
answer.”
He shrugged. “No.”
“Are you not in
support of Amos Kanayo?”
“I know Amos Kanayo,
but that does not mean I am a fan of politics.”
“If given the chance
to vote, who will you vote for between Amos Kanayo and Sammie Nzeribe?”
“Amos Kanayo because…”
“You preferred to vote
for the opponent of your friend’s father. Isn’t that betrayal? I am sure
Clement found out, and he confronted you. It made you angry and you killed
him.”
Peter rose. “Objection
your honor! That is a rebellious claim and as the attorney to the defendant, I
will not accept it! I do not see any evidence to prove Clement confronted him
on such ridiculous and fabricated accusation made by barrister Chidi!”
“Objection sustained.”
Judge Osunde said to Chidi. Peter sat down.
“No more questions,
your honor.” Chidi said.
In a furious mood, Peter
stood up immediately and approached Brown. “You have the right to tell everyone
your story. Tell the court what happened on the day Clement was killed.”
“I went to Clement’s house to have drinks with
him, Josiah, Solomon, Chucks and Alabi. After few drinks, I called my wife to
tell her where I was. Later, I joined Clement to play football on his PS4.
Alabi and Chucks talked about politics and women. Solomon who is nowhere to be
found was quiet and minutes later, he started receiving calls. He answered the
calls in the kitchen. We drank more and after some time, Clement said he was
tired and felt sleepy. I called him lazy. He tried to get up, but he fell. I
helped him up and took him to rest on a long settee. When I did that, I felt
tired too, but not like Clement. It didn’t take long before I fell and I woke
up later and found a gun in my hand and blood all over Clement. I was all alone
with him. I panicked. I threw the gun on the floor and ran outside, but the police
had surrounded the house. One of the officers said he received an anonymous tip
that someone was shot in Clement’s house. They went inside and I was arrested
as the killer.”
Peter looked at the judge. “Your honor, I
have a witness who saw Solomon leaving the residence of Clement. The thing is that
she only saw Brown’s car outside. The car Chucks, Alabi and Josiah came with
was no longer there. She would have been
here to express herself, but she is presently unavailable because she believes
her life will be in danger if she appears here.”
“Why would her life be in danger?” Judge Osunde
asked surprised.
“I and two detectives in charge of the case were
shot at yesterday. Thank God the bullets did not hit us. A man died in the process and another is battling for his life.”
She widened her eyes and murmuring ensued in the
gathering. She hit her gravel. “This is preposterous! Why wasn’t I notified
immediately?”
“It would have delayed us from finding out the
truth and that could make Brown Smith stay in prison more than he bargained
for.”
“What are the detectives doing about the attempted
assassination?”
“It is under investigation.”
“Good.”
Peter quickly looked at Tiwa and Genevieve and
threw his eyes back at the judge. “I had an anonymous tip about where Solomon
could be hiding.” He gazed at Chidi. His opponent looked surprised. Tiwa looked
at Josiah, Chucks and Alabi and Genevieve eyes were already on the father of
the victim.
He added. “I believe I will be able to get him to
appear in court when we meet again.” He lied.
“That will help the case. I heard he was the first
to leave and now it is a different story. Someone or some people are definitely
lying. I want to hear the side of his story. Anymore questions for Brown Smith?”
“No, your honor.”
Brown rose and an officer
escorted him to the chair. Peter went to his desk and brought out some
photocopies of the blood test. He gave copies to the judge, jury,
Chidi and his colleague. Akin came inside, and whispered to Genevieve. Peter
saw that and quickly went to her. She told him the news. He gave a nod and
stood in front of the judge.
After Judge Abigail Osunde finished going through
the result, she looked at him. “I am seeing the blood test of Brown Smith.”
“Yes your honor. Why my client felt dizzy after he
assisted Clement on the chair, was because he was drugged too. The same
sedative found in the victim was found in him.” Peter glanced at the jury. “In
such a disoriented state, is it possible for Brown Smith to hold a gun firmly
and pull the trigger? We should be asking ourselves that question. I maintain
that my client was framed and he never committed murder.”
“Objection, your honor!” Chidi barked.
“Objection overruled!”
Judge Osunde said irritably and removed her glasses. “Barrister Nzeribe, in my
chambers, you showed me a copy of the blood test of Clement Nzeribe. You never
mentioned about Brown Smith’s own. Do you have a concrete explanation for
that?”
He cleared his throat
and stood before he answered. “I didn’t get the result of Brown Smith’s.”
“If I may ask, why?”
She wore back her glasses.
“I have no idea.”
“You have no idea?”
Peter asked him and returned his eyes on the judge. “I just found out that the lab
specialist that did the test is the younger sister of barrister Chidi’s colleague.
They stay in the same house!”
Chidi acted startled.
“I didn’t know, your honor.”
Judge Osunde removed
her glasses again. “What!” She glared into the eyes of Benita. “Is that true?”
Benita stood. “Your
honor, I… ermn… I…”
“I have never heard
you stammer. I want the truth now!”
“It’s a coincidence my
sister happened to be the former lab tech at the hospital.”
“What do you mean
by former lab tech?”
Peter quickly spoke.
“Her sister quit immediately she released the blood test of Clement. She never
did Brown Smith’s own.”
“She didn’t do it?”
“No, your honor.”
“How were you able to
do the test after few weeks? I will disapproval it if I find out you got it
illegally.”
“Not at all, your
honor.” he said. “A nurse stored my client’s blood. The name of the doctor that
revealed it has his signature on the report. He works in the hospital.”
“Why did your sister
quit?” She asked Brenda.
“I think it was due to
personal issues.”
“I won’t accept that.
You are to present her in court. If there are any more surprises when we meet
again, I will have to send Brown Smith’s home while the case is still on. He
will be granted bail. I want barrister Harold and Chidi and Brenda at my
chambers immediately. We need to talk and address some issues. The case is
adjourned to Monday.” She hit the gravel and rose.
Rebecca and Brown
looked at each other and their eyes were filled with hope. An officer cuffed
his hands and whisked him away. Brenda and Chidi were busy arguing. The father
of Clement left in rage. Peter went to meet the partners.
“I have to see the
judge right now.” He said to them. “I won’t take long.”
“That’s okay.” Tiwa
said. “It seems the judge knows something is fishy in the case. I hope she
grants him bail.”
“I don’t even want
bail. I want him to be a free man. How did Sammie Nzeribe react when I
mentioned Solomon?”
“He was obviously
shocked and he whispered to two men that sat beside him.” Genevieve replied.
“What about the
victim’s friends?” Peter asked Tiwa.
“They were stunned. I
am certain they want to know where he is. You have to go now. We will be
waiting beside my car.”
He left them and Tiwa
and Genevieve waited outside for him. Rebecca came with her friends to talk and
offer apology of what happened to them the previous night. They hugged her and
she left.
Ten minutes later, Akin
went to meet them with a newspaper in his hand. “Have both of you seen today’s
newspaper?”
“I cannot remember the
last time I read a one.” Tiwa said.
“What happened?”
Genevieve questioned.
“Questions were asked
concerning the senatorial election. Majority supported Sammie Nzeribe. They
think Amos Kanayo is a murderer. This case is not helping him at all.”
“That is what
barrister Peter said. Amos Kanayo couldn’t have hired Clements friends to
assassinate him. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Anyways, the case is
still on and Harold is doing everything he can to win the case.” Tiwa said and
focused her eyes on Akin. “We want you to get any information on a woman named
Whiskey.”
“We want to know the
relationship she has with Peter Harold.” Genevieve said.
“For real?” A male
voice asked in a stunned tone.
The three of them
turned to their left side. They didn’t realize he was standing close to them
and listening.
“Why do both of you
want to complicate things?” Peter added.
Akin excused himself
and left. Genevieve and Tiwa turned to face him.
“Why can’t two of you
leave my fucking personal life alone? I thought we were not friends. You do not
see me as a friend so leave my fucking life alone.”
“Peter, we are sorry.”
Genevieve apologized.
“You wanted to send
that guy to ask about Whiskey? What would you gain if you know my relationship
with her?”
“That guy’s name is Akin.
I will tell you the truth. I was speechless when I met her at the bar that
day.” Tiwa said. “She looked like a mess!”
“She has a fucking drug
problem!”
“And you thought
someone with a drug problem could find Solomon? Even if she could when she was
okay, you would not have involved her now. This is not a child’s play. This is
a murder investigation. You put her life at risk too!”
“I wanted to keep her
busy! It didn’t even work because she has gotten worse. I have tried to help
her so many times, but she…” He sighed heavily.
“Peter.” Genevieve
called his name and wanted to speak further, but he hushed her by raising his
hand.
“I trusted both of
you! Maybe I was wrong to involve her in the fucking case, but you had no right
to involve Akin and ask him to fucking enquire about Whiskey.”
His eyes were on
fire. The partners couldn’t utter what they wanted to tell him.
He continued, “If you
care to know, if you two want to know about who Whiskey is to me, I will tell
you. First, her real name is Anita Harold and she is my wife!”
Tiwa and Genevieve’s
mouth opened wide.
“Ex-wife.” A female
voice spoke.
Peter turned back and
saw Whiskey. She extended a document at him. Genevieve and Tiwa had wanted to
tell him she was behind him.
“You have to sign the
divorce papers and let me go.” Whiskey said.
Peter said nothing,
brought out a pen from his jacket and took the documents. He glanced through,
signed them and gave the papers to her.
“Fuck you.” Peter
looked at Tiwa and Genevieve. “Fuck both of you.”
“We are very sorry.”
Genevieve said softly.
Tiwa was tongue-tied. Peter
Harold walked away from them, but Whiskey called his name. He gazed back at her
angrily.
“What?”
“You should have
picked my calls when I called yesterday.” She glimpsed at the partners and
smiled gently. “I am glad all of you are okay.”
The three of them gave
an inquisitive look at her.
“Is there something we
should know?” Peter asked and motioned to Whiskey.
Whiskey heaved a sigh
and swallowed a lump down her throat. She looked directly into his eyes. “I
will explain if you give me the chance. I was the one that told some men where
you were yesterday.”
Tiwa and Genevieve were
without doubt flabbergasted.
“Thank God my fucking
gun is not with me.” Peter said in a furious tone. “If not, I would have shot
you on your left foot!”
“And I would have
forgiven you.” Whiskey burst into tears.
******
To be continued…..
Tuesday.
Waoooh, nice episode, Thank you babe.
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ReplyDeleteQueen of suspense is at it again o!
Nice one CKJ. Well done.