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Page 69 of 115 done. We still have some way to go but with your continued encouragement, we shall get there.

Much love...

Yes o.

Until I get to where I stopped...

Na wa o.

I just posted page 55 of 115 from my MsWord manuscript of the story. Na which time I wan post am finish like this? I no like as this place dey dry o. Suggestions are highly appreciated.

Meanwhile, make I go update for sexuality section.

Thanks so much guys.

I go still dey try.

Detective Samson bent low and crouched under the yellow tapes used to create a barrier for the crime scene in the VVIP suite of The Haven. There were a few reporters hovering about trying to pick pieces of information since they were not allowed beyond the yellow tapes. He walked into the room and towards the lifeless body of Mr. Emmanuel. The eyes of the corpse were bulging from the sockets, with a little whitish foam dripping from his mouth. The detective scrutinized every part of the exposed corpse without making contact, and shook his head. Apparently dissatisfied, he got a pair of gloves and scavenged the other areas of the crime scene looking for clues that the killer may have unconsciously left behind. As he searched the bathroom, another man walked into the room. Unlike Detective Samson, this man was short, stocky and had a protruding belly. He wore grey blazers over a pair of faded blue jeans on top black loafers. He did not look friendly as he walked up to Detective Samson. He coughed loudly and irritatingly, catching the attention of Samson who turned and put his head out of the bathroom door.

“I am Inspector Tunde Aremu. I am in charge of Central and South West districts and this is my jurisdiction; my investigation. Who are you? And what clearance do you have to come in here?” The short man said flashing his badge before Samson.

Samson smiled wryly and completely got out of the bathroom. He took off his gloves, walked past Tunde and stood a few feet away from him, arms akimbo. He was still trying to figure out how Mr. Emmanuel was killed and was looking around the suite they were in, putting himself in the killer’s shoes and trying to decipher how it happened.

“I said I am…” Tunde began to say but Samson cut him off.

“I heard you the first time Inspector. This is a Federal case now. You can go home to your wife and two kids. Your last child, her name is Anu isn’t it? Sweet kid. She was watching Disney Channel as you kissed her cheek and left the house on your way here. She needs you more than this case does. Believe me Inspector you do not need the baggage this case would bring. Let competent and qualified people handle it.” Samson finished.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I do not care who you work for or why you are here. This is my investigation. You think you…” Tunde bellowed, raising his voice and drawing attention to himself and Samson.

The reporters and other policemen suddenly stopped their tasks and fixed their eyes on the unfolding drama.

Samson interrupted him in mid-sentence.

“Your phone is going to ring in a few seconds. You should answer it.” Samson said sternly and with authority.

Tunde hissed and turned. He had barely taken three steps when his phone rang. He turned to look at Samson. Samson just folded his arms across his chest and nodded at him to answer the call.

“Hello sir.” Tunde said picking the call.

“No sir. Yes sir. I didn’t… Okay sir. Right away sir. I’m sorry about that sir. Okay sir. Yes sir. I will sir.” Tunde was saying intermittently as he responded to who called him.

After 45 seconds the call ended. With shame in his face, he walked back to Samson.

“I am sorry sir. I was just acting out of impulse.” Tunde apologized.

“Don’t sweat it Inspector. I will take care of everything. Have a good night rest.” Samson replied, shaking his hand.

Inspector Tunde nodded and left the premises.

Detective Samson followed him with his eyes until he had left the premises, and then continued to look around the room when his eyes caught something on the wall. He walked closer and looked at it very well. It was a camera.

He walked out of the room and called one of the men working at the crime scene.

“Hey you. You work here?” Samson asked.

“Yes sir.” The young man replied.

“What’s your name?” Samson asked.

“James sir.” The man replied.

“Good. James, do you know anyone here now who works with surveillance?” Samson asked.

“I am part of the surveillance team sir, along with IT and PABS systems.” James replied.

“Excellent. I want the tapes of the whole building for the past 24 hours and a complete guest list for this party, including staff, workers, handymen and all. Can you do that for me?” Samson asked

“Yes I can sir.” James replied.

“How long is that going to take you?” Samson asked

“About a day sir.” James replied.

“Make that nine hours. I want those tapes by seven in the morning. One of those tapes has the killer on it and I am going to find him.” Samson said and discharged James.

Samson took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Yes this is Samson. I need you here in fifteen minutes. I want you to examine a body for me and tell me the cause of death. Okay? I will send a van with two escorts. See you then.” He hung up.

One of the reporters wore blonde hair and half rimmed glasses. She looked like a bookie and carried a recorder with a small note and pen.

When she heard the detective requesting for tapes and calling a Coroner, her instincts told her she had to act, and fast. She quickly disappeared from the rest of the Press group and went into the Laundry room where she had earlier watched her brother change clothes.

It was time to clean up behind Shadow Prime before the detective got him

rapmike: KMJ well done o. nothing do u

Thanks Bro.

I been think say na only me waka come. Thanks for waka coming with me jare.

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The whole room smelled of fresh blood and corpses. Steven tugged at his mother’s hand continuously; tears free falling from both eyes as he glanced round the house. His father lay lifeless on the floor just a few meters behind him. In front of him was his beloved sister Sharon, in a pool of her own blood. Still, he continued to tug and call his mother who had passed out on the floor.

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