Gen Audu is the real definition of EVIL

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Sorry for the late update.

CHAPTER 28

Gen. Audu took the call in the nude, the way he always slept in the heat of summer.

Glancing at his watch, it says 1:20am, he put the caller on hold and pulled on a light robe.

A moment later he picked up the phone in his study, clicking on the desk light as he did.

It was Scorpion that was calling him “Hello, General”

“What do you have for me Scrop?”

“I have found out five reporters that are linked to Chief Fredrick” Scorpion let this sink in first before continued “And they are all in Kaduna”

“Good, find them, find the evidence and dump them and leave no traces” Gen. Audu said.

Scorpion understood “All right”

“How is Marcus doing? I heard he had a wound to the stomach” Gen. Audu asked

“Marcus was too sloppy, he is recovering, but we have to wait for him to gather strength before we move to the next phrase of action.” Scorpion replied.

“Marcus is going to delay our plan” Gen. Audu cursed under his breath.

“Fine, if the reporters yield nothing, we will turn to the boy” Gen. Audu said further.

“Okay sir, I will keep you updated” Scorpion said.
Gen. Audu hanged up the phone.

He brought out a cigarette from his drawer and placed it between his lips. He dragged hard from it and puffs it upward.

A figure emerges into his study room. It was a tall light skinned lady with sharp features of beauty, soft and tender was her skin.

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ANTHONY walked toward the Colossuem, head down, unmindful of the rush of morning traffic passing beside him. At this point, motion was everything.

The only way to keep from losing what small splinter of sanity he had left. Car. Buses. Motor scooters. Roared and putted past.

An entire society going about their own personal business, their thoughts and emotions focused wholly and innocently on the day before them, the same way he had every morning of his professional life until he had come to where he was now.

It had been as routine and comfortable as old shoes.

Up at six, exercise for an hour in the gym off his bedroom, shower, then hang out with friends, that was his norms.

But it had changed ever since Gen. Audu entered his life. Security operatives are now stationed in front of his house.

He couldn’t hang out with his friends any longer, but with Charles.

Suddenly he walked from bright sun to deep shade. Looking up, he saw that he stood in the shadow of the Colosseum.

As quickly, his eye caught a movement in the dimness, and he stopped.

A woman in a tattered dress stood watching from the base of the arches. He wondered what the woman is doing in a stadium.

He came to the stadium to relieve his thoughts, and get his mind off the scenario that is currently playing in his life.

Maybe he should have listened to his Dad, he thought. But it was no use now that he was in the shackles of evil.

Dead faces flashed at him, he remembered the dead eyes of Saheed and Chief Fredrick seeking into his soul, to avenge for their untimely deaths.

But, who is he to get even with the assailants. I don’t even know any military combat.

At the far side of the stadium, he saw footballers warming up for a match or just prep exercise to get them in shape.

He buried his face in his palm; he muttered something as he did. Erecting out his face, he glanced at the time on his android mobile phone; it says 10:00am.

Time to meet Charles and find the second reporter.

The update too small na. Gud one though.

CHAPTER 29

There’s a tremendous sense of comradeship in a newsroom and it adds to a cozy feeling of family, although in modern day media there’s a bit of hardball rivalry that did not exist years ago.

On-air personalities like anchors, reporters and meteorologists are the most visible members of television news teams, but television newsrooms are filled with many more people. Without them our nightly or 24-hour broadcasts would cease to exist.

Life in the newsroom is fast-paced, competitive, exciting and stressful. Since news happens around-the-clock, the staffing of newsrooms usually follow suit.

A career in television news can mean irregular schedules, long hours and meeting tight deadlines.

To viewers, the news anchor is the face of the newsroom. Although he or she is just one member of the team, it is this person whom the public identifies with the broadcast.

Securing an audience’s trust and loyalty is important because once that relationship is established; viewers will continue to turn to that channel to get the day’s news.

News anchors usually have a background in journalism. Many work as reporters early in their careers.

They work their way up through the ranks, sometimes anchoring weekend broadcasts or filling in during vacations.

Adeyemi Adesida is on air currently, going through the news report and reading it to the public.

He first started as a reporter, then he got trumped up in post. Adeyemi dream was to be a reporter, so he majored in journalism.

The news writers had edited the scripts and projected it for Adeyemi to read it out.

The studio floor is an actual stage on which the actions that will be recorded and viewed take place.

A professional video camera was mounted on the left hand side taking the left view of Adeyemi as he broadcasted the news for the day.

There were stage lighting rigs and the associated controlling equipment with several video monitors for visual feedback from the production control room (PCR).

While the production is in progress, a floor manager, who has overall charge of the studio area stage management, and who relays timing and other information from the television director nearly fell down as a thick wire caught his leg, which led to the malfunction of a professional video camera that was operated from the PCR using remotely controlled robotic pan tilt zoom camera (PTZ) heads.

He cursed under his breath, removed the wire and readjusted the video camera and went his way.

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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Adeyemi was ended the morning news line with “That is the Morning News for today. Have a wonderful day.”

A female assistant came to Adeyemi as he stood up from the seat and stepped off the news stage.

The cameramen and the technicians switched off the lightings and powers, as they packed up the equipments for later use.

“Mr. Adeyemi” the female assistant called for Adeyemi’s attention.

Adeyemi turned around and noticed the female assistant is calling on him “Yes?”

“Someone wants to see you at the visitors’ section. They are two.” She said in a modest manner.

Adeyemi had a curious look on his face, he couldn’t recall having a meeting with anyone this morning “What do they want” he said.

“I don’t know sir” the female assistant said innocently.

“All right, thanks” Adeyemi said.

He strolled out of the studio, following the path that lead him to a door. He used the stairs as he head downstairs to see the gentlemen.

Adeyemi is a purist that always refuse to play the political game in his professional field. Believing it to require underhand tactics and a malicious intent.

Politics is automatically bad is what his thoughts are. It usually involves going through informal channels rather than officially sanctioned ones.

A female colleague of his went to the point of breaking and entering a fellow reporter’s house, inorder to get the latest genuine secrets the reporter got in the political arena, manipulated the secrets, which hurts many people and broke many homes.

She tried to take the glory. But she was tarnished with the label of being “political”, which made people not to trust her again.

First she lost her job and was blacklisted not to be employed in any media houses she went to. So effective politicking has to be as much about give as it is about take.

So, play the game or get left behind. Which are you going to do? Adeyemi is not going to do none.

He stands neutral. He got his way up the promotion ladder through hardwork and diligence, without faking anything.

As Adeyemi decended from the step, he saw two gentlemen at the visitors’ section. He headed towards them.

On getting there, the two gentlemen rose up from the seats to commune with him.

“Are you Mr. Adeyemi Adesida?” Charles said pretending.

“I am Mr. Adeyemi Adesida, and who are you?” Adeyemi behaving like a gentleman.

Charles raised up his identity card to Adeyemi’s face “I am Detective Jonah from Kaduna District Police Unit” he said further “And this is my P.A.” referring to Anthony.

Anthony was studying the man. Looking intently at him, trying to figure him out.

Adeyemi looked opaque “How can I help you Detective?”

“I and my team are looking into the death of Chief Fredrick, I assumed you know him.” Charles asked.

“Yes, yes, I know him.”

“We are investigating a murder case here, and we discovered something in the course of our inquiry.” He said further “We discovered that Chief Fredrick gave you something for you to hold on to for him.”

“Something for me to hold on to?” Adeyemi asked Charles this question in a quizzically manner.

Adeyemi was now shaking his head “No, he didn’t give me anything for me to hold on to.

I am very sure. I remembered five months ago, we meet at a dinner conference, he never gave me anything, and that is the last time I saw him.”

“Think again Mr. Adeyemi. Are you sure that Chief Fredrick didn’t give you anything? Cos this something will help us solve this murder” Charles asked in a mean manner.

Adeyemi looked disgusted “Aah. I told you that he didn’t give me anything, and you are still enforcing me to think again. Am I a child that wouldn’t know when someone give me something?” he said further “What is this? Is this an interrogation session or what?”

Charles looked him in the eyes “Mr. Adeyemi, be very sure, cos if we find out that you lied to us, we will brand you as a suspect in this murder investigation and charge you to court.”

Adeyemi stepped back a little. He couldn’t believe his eyes “Is this a threat?” he asked.

Charles smiled “No sir, it is just a warning. Take heed.”

Adeyemi snapped at him “What kind of warning is that, I know my rights. You can’t just come to my place of work and start raving and asking me about absurd things.”

“Ode” Adeyemi abused Charles in his native Yoruba language before arrogantly leaving the presence of Charles and Anthony.

Anthony understood Yoruba a little and knows Adeyemi's last word, replied “Omugo” in a low tone.

Charles said “Let’s go Anthony. This is not our man.”

"How do you?" Anthony asked.

"I am very good at studying people's facial expression, so I know he doesn't have what we are looking for" Charles replied.

Three more to go.

ar dey real Detectives? Happy new month

Three to go....

I'm actually worried about them being overtaken by Scorpion & co.

CHAPTER 30

“The Sketch Artist has submitted the sketch of the suspect of the hotel assassin” Abu said as he came into the Evidence Room.

He looked at his co-workers and the DPO first before continuing “This is the sketch of the plausible suspect” he attached the sketch on the board with a pin to pin it down.

The sketch was in portrait, an A4 size paper. The Sketch Artist used a powered professional pencil, adding to the sharpness of the sketch.

The artist then moved on to other prominent features like face shape, nose, mouth, cheekbones, jawline, eyebrows, wrinkles, smile, and teeth.

Literally, every single feature on the sketch’s face was addressed, including the symmetry of it. For example, the bridge of the nose; it was kinda skinnier.

The artist used her in-progress sketch as reference. When the gateman who described Marcus to the Sketch Artist could not describe how far his upper lip was from his nose, the artist took an outline of lips on a piece of tracing paper, started at his nose and moved the paper down.

Every feature of the sketch’s face was went through like this, and the artist was able to show the gateman a very basic draft of the attacker, which really resembled him already.

The artist moved on to the Police picture book, where there were hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures of people (non-criminals) separated into different features – from face features to type of hats to hair.

The artist needed more detail to complete the sketch, so the artist took the gateman through the different sections and asked him to take a look at the pictures and identify the closest picture to the feature.

The gateman originally described the jawline as “strong and defined”, but once the gateman looked at the jaw section of the Police book, he was able to point out that it looked very similar to one specific picture, and so forth.

The artist made notes of each picture the gateman cited for in each feature, and then the real magic happened. There it was, Marcus.

“So, I have processed the sketch with all the faces in our database, but I found nothing” he said further “It was as if this guy is a ghost”

“What do you mean that you found nothing? There must a face or picture that can pinpoint and put a name to the face on that paper” DPO pointing at the sketch on the board.

“Sir, whoever this guy is, he is not in our database, I even crosschecked it with our general database in Abuja, I found nothing. No fingerprints, nothing” Abu said.

Detective Niyi heaved a sigh and said “Well, according to the hotel personnel, they don’t know the suspect neither does he frequent the hotel.”
He said further “This is the first time the young lady and the assassin came to the hotel.”

DPO shaked his head “So, what about the identity of the young lady?”

“Yes sir, according to our database in Lagos State. The young lady’s name is Mrs. Susan Akiobe” he said further “She resides in Lagos State, Nigeria and she is married but not living in her matrimonial home because she had a fight with her husband, according to what our sources in Lagos told me” he adds “She has a young son and she is a lip reader by profession.”

“Lip reading? What kind of profession is that?” the DPO asked.

“Well, she is a professional at reading lips according to our intel.” Detective Abu said.

“Did anyone knows what she came to Kaduna to do?” the DPO asked.

“Nobody knows, even our sources. But I digged into her bank account and found out that someone wired a large sum of money to her, which she couldn’t have earn in ten years.” Abu replied and said further “I tried to follow the cash and to pinpoint where it came from, but I met a dead end. Nothing. The trace went cold.”

“What do you mean the trace went cold?” the DPO couldn’t bear having nothing substantial.

“Whoever transferred the cash, he or she made sure that the money cannot be traced using a proxy server from Caymans Island Bank Ponto” Abu said.

The Divisional Police Officer breath out carbondioxide before saying “We are dealing with a big fish here. Anyhow person can’t own a bank account in Caymans Island especially Bank Ponto” the DPO said.

“And Bank Ponto is not liable to give any details of transaction made from their bank cos that is their principle and the law backs it up.” The DPO said further.

Detective Niyi said in a low tone “We have nothing”

“What about the blood from the hospital?” Niyi asked.

“Yes, the blood. The blood we took and believe to be that of the assassin distinct from Susan and Detective Shola's traits of blood, yields nothing according to the report from our lab.” Abu said further “According to forensic and lab specialist; the DNA contained in the blood didn’t show that it belongs to anybody in our system. I mean the assasin’s blood is not registered in our database.”

“Did you check it with other international criminal database overseas?” the DPO asked urging to get a positive answer.

“Yes sir I did. I assessed the CIA, MI6, MI5, FBI, Russia Intelligence and other Anti-Criminal databases in the world. I found nothing sir.”

The DPO buried his face downward, in a thinking pattern “And the Commissioner of Police is interested in this case. What report am I to give him?” shaking his head as he said this.

“Sir, there is 50% guarantee that if we find this man, which we wil,l if we diversify all our resources into it, that this man” he touched the sketch on the board “will lead us to who his affiliates is or are, cos am sure he is not working alone.”

The DPO brightened up “Then what are you waiting for? Alert all media houses and our online platforms, distribute the sketch to them. Tell them that there is a five million naira bounty on the man, it goes to the first person that finds him and alert us.” He said further as he rose up from his seat “Do that.”

As the Divisional Police Officer was about to go, he turned to Detective Shola. Detective Shola as plunged into deep thoughts.

“Detective Shola, whats up, you didn’t contribute to anything we said.” The DPO said.

Detective Shola jolted from his thoughts as the DPO’s voice pulled him from the black hole of thoughts.

He faked a smile “Sorry sir, the pain on my cheek is excruciating, but it is relieving me. I was thinking about how the assassin nearly ended my life. It shocked me that this line of work is scary sometimes.”

“Yes it happened, even to me. But we must not be a coward. We must stand up for what is right and do the right thing so that the society can be a safe place to be. This is not a lost cause. It is about protection of lives and properties.”

The DPO placed his right hand on Detective Shola’s shoulder and said “All is well Shola, brighten up and use that energy to look for that son of bitch.” And he smiled at him.

Detective Shola returned the smile back in a fake way “Thank you sir.”

“Good.” The DPO said.

The DPO turned and faced Detective Abu once again.

“Have you contact her next of kin?” the DPO asked.

“Her next of kin is her young son, but we contacted one of her family relatives, he promised to come to Kaduna to retrieve the body of Susan tomorrow morning.”

“Good” The DPO turned and left the room.

good job we are progressing

Three to go......

Gen. Audu and this annoying Shola are in hot soup, I trust Charles and Anthony to do a splendid job.

Get them!

Girlhaley, tell me you've seen this.

jagugu88li:

Hollandia and popcorn coming straight away, Sir

Thank you... buh don't ask for the bill... it will be on whizzdom

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I love this story weldone Op

Thanks for the update....


The police dept. will be suffering a great setback if Detective Shola still remain a cop..

I just dey gbadun ur write-up..
Keep the ball rolling sir..


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#TEAM_AFM

I hope nothing happens to sholas son. U have my nods...

CHAPTER 31

Okotie Eboh was stalled and blocked by Scorpion on his way out of the courtroom.

Scorpion sat down as a spectator as the court proceedings was going on, immediately the court trial ended, Okotie Eboh stood up from his seat after taking notes of the court actions in his notepad, as he was about to exit the court room, Scorpion intentionally stepped tightly on his toes.

Making Okotie grab his toes in pains, Scorpion quickly said ‘sorry’ to Okotie. Okotie had to limp out of the courtroom, and sat down on a long bench as people pass by in an orderly manner, chatting and conversing with each other.

“Am so sorry sir” Scorpion sat down with Okotie and said further “Hope the pain is relieving you?”

“It …. It is, thanks.” Okotie said as he tried not to cry, squeezing his face in a fake smile.

“Okay.” Scorpion said.

The orderly manner people were passing by was breached as noise swallowed up the section of the building.

Scorpion broke the silence between him and Okotie by saying.

“Do you care for a cold drink?” Scorpion asked Okotie Eboh.

“Yes, I do, thanks.” Okotie smiled sheepishly.

Scorpion stood, he was wearing a suit, an expensive suit as that. He strolled out of the court building and passed many people by.

Out of the court building, and crossed the road to the other side of the road, into a supermarket, he bought two bottles of Coca Cola drinks and five well packed doughnuts. He paid and retraced his steps back to the court building.

Okotie collected the Coca Cola drink from Scorpion with all smiles. ‘In this hot sun with an unbearable heat, this gentleman is a savior’ are Okotie’s thought as he drank the Coca Cola.

“My name is Okotie, Okotie – Eboh. Am a famous reporter” Okotie said this trying to break the silence between him and Scorpion.

“You?” Okotie asked.

Scorpion outstretched a two doughnuts in a white nylon to Okotie before answering his question.

“I am Sylvester. Am a detective from Kaduna District Unit” Scorpion said this with a straight face.

Okotie coughed as a small piece of doughnut got stuck in his lungs and he coughed again to get it out, and it came out.

“Sorry, drink your Coke, it will step it down or should I get you bottled water?” Scorpion asked with cynicism hidden in his statement.

Okotie swallowed his saliva before answering “Am fine. Thanks.”

“Isn’t this a coincidence Mr. Okotie?” Scorpion asked with sarcasm.

Okotie looked at him “That what?”

“That we meet in the court house and I accidentally stepped on your toes. Because I called your media house and they told me that you are here taking notes of the court proceedings.” He said further “So I came here, now here we are. Fate is wonderful.”

Okotie looked baffled “Yeah.” He said further “Why do you want to meet me?”

Scorpion touched his head as if he forgot something “Yeah, look at me, always forget things.” He said further “I am the lead investigator of Chief Fredrick’s murder that took place at the Nigerian Defence Academy. As a reporter, you know quite well of the details of the happenings on that day. This is a murder investigation Mr. Okotie and I plea with you to tell me the truth. Because if you don’t.. ”

Scorpion neared Okotie as he speak in his ears “It wouldn’t end well.”

“What do you guys want again, I…. I… I… already told the other detective like you that, I don’t have anything that belongs to Chief Fredrick with me.” Okotie said this almost in tears.

Scorpion said without remorse “I know of the bribe you took from your editor and some other deadly deals you made with reputable people in this country. You sold out to the highest bidder. Creating deceptions was your watchword.” He said further as he leaned back from Okotie’s ear “Beware, because nobody, nobody can save you if I decide to look into your discrepancies and bring them to the limelight.” He smiled as he said this.

“Am… I swear to God. I never and didn’t collect anything from Chief Fredrick” Okotie said this as his heartbeat accelerated.

“Okay. I believe you.” Scorpion said. “Oh. You are sweating” he said further "let me wipe off your perspiration"

Scorpion brought out a white handkerchief from his trouser pocket and leaned forward to wipe the shaky Okotie’s face.

Okotie allowed him, in the process, Okotie inhaled a colourless and odourless substance from the handkerchief, flowing into his nostrils, going into his brainwaves.

Scorpion stood up and faced Okotie “Am so sorry for hurting your toes, have a wonderful afternoon.”

Scorpion turned sharply as he said this, leaving Okotie on the bench.

Okotie looked at Scorpion with scornful eyes and said “I dare you” in a low tone.

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TWENTY minutes later, Okotie was in the court taking records and notes of the court action.

Then suddenly, Okotie’s right hand was shaking, knocking out the pen out of his hand, he tried to shake it off but the hand continued to shake.

A young lady sitting next to him noticed that his hand was shaking, she was looking at him weirdly.

Okotie cursed under his breath and used his left hand to hold his right hand. Instantly his left hand started shaking too, this made Okotie nervous.

The young lady bent and looked at Okotie before saying “Are you alright sir” in a low tone.

“Am….am….fine” Okotie said faking a smile. “I am nervous, that’s why. Thanks.”

Okotie quickly deposit his two hands into is trouser pockets before saying in a hush tone “What’s wrong with me?”

Before he knows, his whole body started trembling wildly, he was freezing, the young lady by his side called the attention of everybody.

“Sir! Uncle! Call the doctor.” The young lady said.
The court proceedings was altered due to this, the judge presiding the case had to bang his gavel on the wooden structure before him and ordered for a temporary recess of thirty minutes time.

Everybody’s attention diverted to Okotie as he slumped on the seat, wildly shouting and raving of pain. ‘The doctor is not around’ someone said.

And they quickly rushed Okotie out of the court room, and approximately everybody in the court room followed suit.

Okotie’s brain activity and nervous system were affected, causing his muscles to freeze or twitch uncontrollably.

The substance Okotie inhaled was called Clostridium Botulinum also known as Botox, which was invented by the Japanese scientists during the Cold War to bring enemies into subjection and control but later on, it was modified and turned into a brazen and lethal way of killing people, inducing the victim into unbearable pain and agony.

The victims always wish instant death than the former. Botox disrupts communication between nerves and muscle cells, gradually paralyzing Okotie and opening nerves’ ion channels, causing respiratory failure.

Two bottles of water was poured on Okotie, but it didn’t yield any result instead triggering a range of unpleasant effects which culminate in death by asphyxiation.

“Out of the way, please, out of the way” the doctor shouted as he was coming towards where Okotie laid down.

But it was too late, Okotie – Eboh as united with his dead love ones, in a new body, in the heavenly realm.

Damn! RIP Okotie

Rip okotie bt y will he allow a stanger Clean his face

CHAPTER 32

4:03pm

Freelance journalism can feel like a constant battle: to come up with good ideas, to pitch them to the right places and to land assignments that both pay well and have enough room for more writing.

Many reporters turn to freelancing at some point in their careers. They may be fresh out of college and hoping to build a broad range of clips.

They may be victims of downsizing who are trying to keep their bylines out there. Or they may be in a situation where they need the flexibility freelancing can provide.

Freelancing has its downsides, including instability, serving as your own collections agency and waiting months for payment.

But it also has a major upside, says Reporter Danjuma Umar: “Freedom. You are free to rise when you please, quit when you please, travel as you please”.

In a market crowded with freelances, it helps to know how to find and create more opportunities.

Danjuma Umar, an indigene of Kaduna State started his freelance journalism at the age of twenty-two.

He started as a freelance sport writer in the mid 1990s, he got his first freelance jobs through personal contacts.

Later, he worked for print newspapers, getting to know dozens of journalists and editors.

After his daughter was born and he returned to freelancing, that network helped him to find editors looking for freelancers – and even a few who weren’t looking, but were willing to assign him stories because they knew him.

Thanks to social media, connecting with fellow freelancers has never been easier.

Knowing who’s writing, and who they are writing for, gives Umar a good sense of which publications are open to taking freelance work.
Umar was in his hotel room number 248, he was going through some research he is making for a very wealthy woman.

Umar is now a big fish in the freelancing journalism arena. Mixing and touching shoulders-to-shoulders with political figures had helped him get to the hilltop.

Whenever he looks down or back, at where he was coming from. He always praise Allah, the Merciful One.

Lying down on the hotel bed, facing his laptop, a knock came from the door.

“Who is that?” he asked

“This is Detective Jonah from Kaduna District Unit” Charles said further “I would like you to open the door, Mr. Umar”

Umar was dumbstruck “What does the police want with me?” he said in his mind quizzically.
“Give me a sec.” Umar said.

He quickly close his laptop and gathered himself up from the bed, with the laptop in his hands, and opened the bed foam and hid the laptop there, closed and dress the bed sheet back in a neater way.

He looked around and saw nothing else can incriminate him for anything, and he went to the door and opened.

Two male human beings were standing at the door, one looked older while the other younger.

“Can I see your identity card first of all?” Umar said to Charles.

“Yes you can” Charles said this with a smile as he brought out his fake identity card from his left breast pocket.

Umar studied the identity card and saw no discrepancies on it said “Come in”

“Thank you” Charles said this as he and Anthony stepped in.

Umar closed the door, as Charles and Anthony stepped in. Charles was surveying the hotel room with a keen eye, looking for anything helpful to nail Umar and let him sing like a bird. But he found none.

Umar not offering them seats, went for a chair by his bedside and sat there, looking at them. “How can I help you officers?”

Charles replied “It’s officer, this is my P.A” pointing to Anthony.

Anthony surveyed the hotel room, how luxurious it is. He wish he could free his mind from all his problems and lodge into this hotel, him and Tina.

He went on to sit on the bed while Charles maintained his standing position facing Umar.

Umar looked at Anthony as he sat on the bed, not knowing that his laptop was there, with painful eyes and said in his mind “Idiot, must you seat?”
But Charles shook him off his thought and said “Mr. Umar, I am here because of the murder of Chief Fredrick, I am well aware that you know Chief Fredrick and have wine and dined with him, right?”

“Yes, I have.” Umar said.

“We are every right to believe that Chief Fredrick specifically gave you something to hold on to, till he comes and retrieve it from you, right?”

“Something like what?” Umar asked.

“Am the one asking the question here, Mr. Umar, yours is to answer” Charles said.

“Look, look, yes, Chief Fredrick hired him during the last General Election last two years.

I was hired to publish and publicize untrue stories about the opponent in the Presidential race and I did. I got paid.

Since then, Chief Fredrick never called me. What am telling you right now is a secret among reporters, we never divulge our hirers.” Umar said with look that tells Charles and Anthony to believe him.

Charles was silent.

Charles studied him for a minute before saying “Anthony?”

Anthony looked at Charles “Yes”

“Get up from that bed.” Charles said this like an order.

Anthony stood up without arguing “Alright” and stepped back.

Charles neared the bed to open up the foam, but Umar beat him to it, as he blocked his path “What do you want to do?”

“Step away or I will arrest you for obstruction of justice” Charles said with a mean face.

Umar couldn’t bear the public scrutiny if he was arrested and the public will always make the wrong deduction about reason he was arrested. He stepped away sluggishly.

Charles took another step, opened the bed foam and said “What do we have here?”

He brought out the laptop, and opened it. All this while, Umar was cursing under his breath.

Anthony came forward to peep at what was on the laptop.

“Mr. Umar, your research is quite interesting, am sure that the public will be interested in this marvelous and exciting research.” Charles said with a smile.

Umar spoke up “It is for a client, please close the laptop and I will tell you what I know.”

“Shoot”

“Chief Fredrick is a very strategist man when it comes to politics, although he doesn’t fight dirty, he is has his own demon.” Umar said.

“That’s not what I wanted.” Charles snapped.

“Am getting there, in a long run, Chief Fredrick made me run some research on Gen. Audu of the Nigeria Defence Academy, who is backing him and when I made my inquiry. I found out that Gen. Audu heads a secret organization known as Latnoc. A body of assassins. That’s all I know.” Umar said.

“And who gave you all this mumble-jumble stories?” Charles said.

“It is factual, my sources doesn’t deliver fictitious intel.” Umar said with certainty.

“Ok, well I will have to warn you that if in the course of our investigation and we discover that you lied to us, we will brand you as a suspect in this murder investigation and charge you to court.” Charles said as he study Umar’s face.

“I am telling the truth.” Umar said.

“Alright, thanks for your cooperation. Anthony, lets go.” Charles said.

KUDOS

No.3 gave "us" something to work on, Thank yoi no.3

Two to go.... I think Umar knows something else that might help the duo or, the excitement of getting a reporter who knows about the Latnoc misleads me.

Very nice store, pity you never mention when you update, now I sometimes forget. Yorhmienerd Swann girlhaley Lleigh Skarlett greg42 come see. They are closing in

jagugu88li:
No.3 gave "us" something to work on, Thank yoi no.3

Two to go.... I think Umar knows something else that might help the duo or, the excitement of getting a reporter who knows about the Latnoc misleads me.

Very nice story pity. You never mention when you update. Yorhmienerd Swann girlhaley Lleigh Skarlett greg42 come see. They are closing in

Thanks for the mention jagugu...... na gum dem use hol' me for here

jagugu88li:
No.3 gave "us" something to work on, Thank yoi no.3

Two to go.... I think Umar knows something else that might help the duo or, the excitement of getting a reporter who knows about the Latnoc misleads me.

Very nice store, pity you never mention when you update, now I sometimes forget. Yorhmien.erd Sw.ann girlhaley L.leigh Skarl.ett g.reg42 come see. They are closing in

Thanks jare, I dey hia

jagugu88li:
No.3 gave "us" something to work on, Thank yoi no.3

Two to go.... I think Umar knows something else that might help the duo or, the excitement of getting a reporter who knows about the Latnoc misleads me.

Very nice store, pity you never mention when you update, now I sometimes forget. Yorhmienerd Swann girlhaley Lleigh Skarlett greg42 come see. They are closing in

Am sorry. I will. Thanks for reading, hope you are enjoying the story.

CHAPTER 33

After a long day at work, it's understandable that sometimes you want nothing more than to head home, take a nap or plop down on the couch for a few hours.

Working can be stressful and tiring, and unwinding is a good way to cope.

But when that tired feeling becomes frequent fatigue, you may be experiencing more than simple exhaustion after a hard day.

Fatigue can affect your performance on the job and place stress on your time with your family.

Fatigue can make it difficult for you to concentrate in the workplace.

You may notice that you make small mistakes that have big consequences.

You may also find that your reaction time and decision-making skill are not as sharp as they could be.

Repeated yawning and tiredness on the way home from work could complicate your commute.

While some may be the simple symptoms of not getting enough sleep, constantly forgetting things, headaches, joint pain, consistent fatigue for more than six months, aches and fatigue that restrict your daily activities could be the sign of chronic fatigue syndrome.

Adeyemi works in a very demanding mental and physical environment. It is high-stress, high-risk, high-reward.

Attending meetings and deposing correspondents about their findings, stage director showing him new stories and newsline to be covered.

And he love it. But the time demands can be severe, which made his non-work hours very precious.

When he gets home at night, if he gets anywhere near his bed or sit still for too long he simply fall asleep until the next day.

This is not OK. He has many projects and hobbies, dreams and plans that need doing and this post-work tiredness is really cramping his style.

It seems to have gotten worse lately. It's worst between 7:30pm and 9:30PM, if he manage to stay up that long he can go until midnight or so, which is his goal.

Adeyemi stepped into his car inorder to drive out of his workplace, the gateman was already stationed by the gate, he quickly opened the gate for the outgoing vehicle.

As Adeyemi’s car went out of the gate and wanted to proceed further on by his left. He was stopped by Scorpion.

Scorpion stood in front of his car, obstructing his path.

Adeyemi shouted angrily “Mr. Man, what is this nonsense, move away from the car.”

Instead of Scorpion heeding to Adeyemi’s order, he brought out his gun on his holster, and told Adeyemi to get out from the car.

Adeyemi quickly got out from the car and raised his hands up “What is this about?”

Scorpion was wearing a police uniform; he neared Adeyemi, turned his front body to the car, opened up his leg and frisked him, in search for weapons which he didn’t have in possession.

After the searching, Scorpion turned Adeyemi back to himself, and put back put his gun back to its holster.

Adeyemi complained “What is this officer?”
Scorpion looked at him and said “Relax, an anonymous tip came by our station that you were in possession of gun that killed Chief Fredrick of the Southern Political Party.” He said further “I believe you know him.”

Adeyemi looked quizzical “What a joke” he smiled and said further “Even if such a tip comes to your station, must you use a ruffian method of searching for the a gun?”

Scorpion said “Sir, I am the lead detective in the murder case of Chief Fredrick, and the family of the late victim is pressurizing our district to find the killer and bring him or her to justice.” He said further “I never wanted to use this kind of method before, but I was cajoled by my superiors to do this. Am sorry.” He said with a sincere face.

Adeyemi had had enough for the night “No problem, and some other detective came to my office in the morning to ask me about Chief Fredrick giving me something to keep for him when he was alive. Which he didn’t”

Scorpion said “Are you sure?”

Adeyemi looked at him in a mean way.
“Sir, put yourself in the position of the family of the late victim, wouldn’t you want justice for the man?” Scorpion asked in a polite way.

“Yes, I would” Adeyemi said as he was seeing meaning to what Scorpion was saying.

“So sir, did Chief Fredrick gave you anything at all. Nothing is irrelevant.”

“I swear he didn’t.” Adeyemi said with honesty.
“All right sir. If you later remember anything, please come to our station to make the statement.” Scorpion said.

“I will.” Adeyemi said as he was tired of the conversation.

Scorpion turned away and disappeared into the dark, while Adeyemi opened his car door, entered, turned on the ignition key and drove away.

Adeyemi wished the police could stop tormenting him about the murder of Chief Fredrick. He was feeling breathless being interrogated.

He took a quick turn, and was on a bridge; he watched the water below by his right hand side.

He used his right hand to turn on his mp3 player, he was playing Sasha Jones’ music; how to love. And sang along as the music was playing.

Suddenly, creeping up beside him, on his left hand side, was a person on a powerbike, the person told him to wind down his car glass.

Using his hand to demonstrate, Adeyemi didn’t know what to do. He ignored him and accelerated his speed.

The powerbike keep up to him, Adeyemi didn’t understand what was going on, he didn’t accelerate his speed this time around, he just focused on the road ignoring the bike man.

Instantly, the person manning the powerbike brought forth a pistol and pointed it at Adeyemi’s car glass, fired three shots, and accelerated his speed, all three shots hit Adeyemi in the head, splitting his left eye straight into his skull. Blood.

Dead Adeyemi’s car went out of control, as the car swerved around and broke the long iron pipe-like railing fixed by the side of the bridge.

Other oncoming vehicles avoided Adeyemi's car has it swerved. Rotating wildly and out of control.

And it slipped, slipped off the bridge. And fell into the deep sea. Sinking low. The sea swallowing the car and its contents including Adeyemi's dead body.

Now have mentioned your name dearest.
jagugu88li

So we have two left.

I guess the "detectives" will split this one. Each group fishing info from each journalist, simultaneously. Depending on the group that gets the correct journalist.........

Scorpion and killing, ehn!

Thanks bro, inlove with this story

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There is still a knight that has not been revealed in this twist and intriguing plot, let's see how it all plays out