Nice 1,

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A black Honda EOD as it is popularly called was parked outside the central mall with two occupants seated upfront. Just then, the backdoor swung open and the man identified as Alfa Azeez hopped in.
“How far?” One of the two men, who was behind the wheel asked.
“He is inside the mall.” Alfa Azeez replied.
“How long do you think it would take him to come out?” Man 2 on the passenger seat upfront asked.
“I can’t say for sure, because it looked like he is still shopping, plus he was talking to a lady when I checked. If we put those togetherm plus the time he would spend on the queue to pay. I’ll say twenty minutes.” Alfa Azeez explained.
“Do we have that luxury?” Man 1 behind the wheels asked.
“No.” Man 2 replied. “We’ve spent a lot of time here and it is only in a matter of time before the security comes back to check on us.”
“Maybe we’ll just pay for additional parking time.” Alfa Azeez replied.
“That would be suspicious.” Man 1 said. “We have to pretend like we are shoppers too.” He added.
“I hope you know I can’t go in. The police officer already saw me, moreso, he saw me last night too.” Alfa Azeez explained.
“I’ll do it.” Man 2 offered.
“Good! Just a couple of light shopping and more of windowshop to buy us time.” Man 1 replied just in time when the security man walked to their side.
“Excuse me.” He said.
“There won’t be a need for that. We still have a couple of things to buy, so he’ll go in and do that now. The two of us will just stay here waiting.” Man 1 explained.
The security man stared at the three men for a moment before straightening up and walking back to the security post.
___BACK INSIDE THE MALL, detective Farouk held a shopping basket while he discussed with a young lady of about twenty five. From the look of things, the lady is a shopper too, even though she doesn’t have a basket nor a trolley, but she held the two things she bought in her hand. One a box of chocolate and the other, a soft drink.
“You are a detective with a gentle heart.” The lady complimented. “Even though that doesn’t change the aspersion I have on police officers. You all are bad.” She added amidst laughter.
Farouk smiled too. “We are not all bad, but we have too many bad eggs. And since the majority of the men in the force are bad, people see all of us as being bad.” He explained.
“So, you are not bad?” She asked.
“Try me.” Farouk laughed.
“You should be on duty now and not shopping.” She said.
“Well, I am on duty.” He replied.
“Tell me.” She said making a face.
“Classified info. Top secret.” He replied. “Don’t you think we should pay up and leave?”
“Yeah.”
Just as Farouk walked past her in leading the way to the counter, the lady caught a whiff of his cologne. “What cologne do you wear?” She asked.
“Hausa perfume.” Detective Farouk replied.
“Come on, be serious.”
“I am Abdullahi Farouk from Kano state. I only use made in Nigeria products and Hausa perfume is one of such.” Even he himself could not help but laugh at his explanation.
Just then through the ajoining glass covering the next section, he could see a man stealing occassional glances while pretending to shop.
“Here, take this. Pay up with this, I’ll call you.” Farouk said as he gave his shopping basket and a couple of naira notes to the lady.
“What for?” She asked.
“I have a bad feeling the man in the section over there is after me. I need to slip off while I still can.” He explained and left immediately.
——
Fifteen minutes has passed, and man 2 is not yet back. While Alfa Azeez and man 1 sat restlessly in the car, a police van drove into the premises. Immediately, man 1 started the ignition and slowly pulled out of the parking lot.
“Something is wrong.” He said.”
“What about….” Alfa Azeez was saying.
“It is better they arrest only one than the three of us.” Man 1 replied as he stepped on the gas.
____Detective Farouk walked out of the supermarket.
“He is still inside.” He said to the leader of the patrol team who immediately instructed his boys to go in while Farouk described the physical outlook of his stalker.
Less than five minutes later, they walked out with Man 2 on handcuff.
“We will take him in for questioning.” The patrol team leader said.
“Good. I will be there at the close of work.” Farouk replied. “Thanks for coming to my timely rescue.”
“You’re welcome detective.”

--tbc...
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15

LOLA


As usual, I was the only one at home as dad has gone to work and mum in her shop. Both of them won’t be returning until after 6PM, which gives me a couple of hours to go check on Ojo, even if I don’t know where he is presently. The last that I heard of his hearing was his bail. Every other thing; maybe he returned to his apartment or somewhere else, I don’t know. It became more disturbing when he refused to answer my calls the previous night, same as this morning.
“No matter what, I must see him today.” I concluded as I dashed for the bathroom, took a quickbath, returned to my room and got dressed.
I was in front of the dressing mirror when my phone vibrated. A new text message. I clicked the expand icon on the screen, and the entire body of the message came to view.
“I am somewhere close to your estate. Are you at home? If yes, send me the description.” Ben.
I was thrilled to recieve a message from Ben as for now, he is the key to me seeing Ojo. Being the lawyer in charge of his case, he must know where Ojo went after his bail was granted yesterday.
Therefore, I had to apply a light make-up, comprising of my powder and lip gloss while I awaited Ben’s arrival.
A horn at the gate sent shivers down my spine. My greatest fear is; my old professor of a father driving in that moment. And so with a lot of prayers running through my mind, I stood at the window which is directly opposite the gate. I heaved a sigh of relief when my mum’s Toyota drove into the compound.
“What is the woman looking for this afternoon?” Was the question on my mind as I sat down on one of the couches.
“Anybody home?” She bellowed as she walked into the living room.
“Welcome mummy.” I greeted going on my knees.
“How are you?” She asked.
“Am fine. You came back early today, any problem?”
“I wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to come home and rest.” She replied. “Are you going out?” She asked when she noticed the way I was dressed.
“No, expecting a visitor.” I replied just in time when my phone rang. “Hello Ben.” I said into the reciever.
“Come outside.” He said, more of a command.
I excused myself from my mum who wanted to know who my visitor is, especially after she heard me call him Ben, she knew he has to be a man.
——
I walked out of our compound and a few blocks away was Ben’s car. I approached him.
“Hi.” I said.
“Good afternoon.” I replied. “Let’s go inside.” I suggested.
“No, it is okay here.” He replied.
“My dad could come back anytime. He must not meet me out here.” I explained.
“What? Why? Are you grounded?” He asked in bewilderment.
I nodded in the affirmative.
He chuckled “Are you a teenager? Na wa o.”
After another minute of pleading with him, he agreed to follow me into the house.
“So, how is Ojo? Thanks for securing his bail. I know I owe you, but I don’t know how to pay back.” I said as we entered the compound.
“Ojo is fine. Oh yes! You owe me a lot.” He laughed.
“So, where is he staying now that he is out of the cell?” I asked.
“My place. I can’t let him go to his apartment alone because it is risky.” He replied. “But, you can’t see him for now.” He added.
“Why? Is anything the matter?” I asked.
“It is against the ethics. My friend Farouk, the detective has deployed a few of his men in the area. They are keeping twenty four hours surveillance. Your visit would arouse suspicion, and moreso, Ojo doesn’t need any distraction for now.” He explained.
I have watched a couple of films with similar situation, and no one was prevented from seeing the accused persons. Therefore, I didn’t find Ben’s explanation convincing, but on a second thought, this is Nigeria where everything is in the opposite.
“Good afternoon ma.” Ben greeted my mum as soon as we entered the living.
“Good afternoon my son. How are you?” Mum replied with great enthusiasm. One that I have never seen before, not even when she met Ojo whom I introduced as my boyfriend.

--tbc...
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16

OJO


The time was 7PM and I have retired into the guest room when the kids noise became unbearable. Sharon had gone to pick the two of them from school, and immediately they entered the house, it was one noise or the other while Sharon did her best to keep them in check.
There was a knock on my door. “Yes?” I asked.
“Uncle wants to see you.” Came Sharon’s voice.
I stood up calmly and walked out of the guest room.
“Good evening Mr Ojo.” Barrister Ben greeted as soon as I entered the living room.
“Good evening sir.” I replied. One thing is, I don’t know what his exact age is, but even if he is five years younger than me, I will gladly prostrate for him, because right now, he has something I desperately seek. He is the key to my freedom.
“How was your day?” He asked.
“Fine.” I replied.
“This is my friend, Farouk, the detective, I suppose you two have met before.” He said.
“Good evening sir.” I quickly greeted the detective who stretched his hand for a handshake which I warmly took.
“Hope you are enjoying your stay?” He asked.
I nodded in the affirmative after which I sat down and the real reason for my summon began.
“Mr Ojo, I’m afraid we may never get justice on your case.” Detective Farouk began.
“How do you mean sir?” I asked uneasily.
“Well, to break it down. There are some people who wants you to suffer for a crime you didn’t commit. I think your life is in danger now.” He explained.
Everything still looked confusing, so I asked for more explanation.
“I was at the mall today and I saw some men whose presence looked suspicious. After I had spotted their car on my trail when I was driving to the mall. So, I called for backup and one of them was arrested, but we have nothing against him except that his movement looked suspicious. And being a detective, I can’t interfere in certain police decisions. So, he has being released, but my instinct tells me he has something up his sleeves.” He explained.
Now everything was becoming clearer. “So, what do you suggest?” I asked.
“I don’t think anyone knows your are here except your woman. Let’s just hope no one knows you are here. You have a hearing next week, we will know what to do after your hearing. But first, we need to defend your case on your next hearing. Whatever the judge rules will determine our next line of action, and remember we are in a war against senior lawyers.” He explained.
“God will see us through.” I replied.
After some general discussions, I excused myself and returned to my room, and just before I shut the door, I heard Farouk ask.
“So, you’ve been kicked out of Ruppert?”
“Yes o. I am now independent without connection. How do I get cases to defend, how do I get money?” Ben replied.
“Your track record would speak for you.” Farouk replied. “But I can’t believe you can be kicked out of a chamber you helped build because you are defending an innocent man.”
That was when it dawned on me that, defending my case is costing the barrister more than he bargained for.
I sadly walked into my room and thirty minutes later, I heard the front door close while Ben quickly went into his room. From my room, I knew the detective just exited the house.
“I’ve been waiting for a while, why do you want to see me?” It was none other person than Sharon. She was standing outside my window.
“You know why I want to see you Sharon….” Farouk was saying.
“And I said it can’t work.” Sharon replied.
“It can work my dear. Just give me a chance.”
“You are my brother’s friend. Things don’t work that way.” Sharon replied.
“And what about what we had?” Farouk asked.
“What did we have?” Sharon asked, just in time when the front door opened and Ben stepped out.
Farouk walked out from the side of the house, while Sharon tip toed back into the house.
What do these two have between them? Was the question on my mind as I slept off.

--tbc...
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17

OJO

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. With the way my head ached, it felt like it was going to break into two or explode. I couldn’t remember how and when I slept, but a look around the room, I discovered someone has been there this morning.
A stoold stood beside the bed, on which a bottle of water and some tablets stood. I moved closer to the stool and as I made to grab the bottle, in a bid to quench my thirst, the door opened and Sharon walked in. In the two days I have spent in the house, I haven’t for once noticed how beautiful she is, but that morning, something triggered me into looking at her differently, and for the first time, I took note of her physical appearance. From her full and curvy hips to her moderate sized boobs, down to her big behind and small waist. She looked like the human version of the coca-cola bottle.
“Good morning.” She greeted.
“Morning.” I replied. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Uncle came in here with the hope of talking to you before going out, then he saw you running temperature. He instructed me to get drugs before you wake up.” She explained.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Ten fifty.” She replied.
I slowly sat up and picked the drugs. She named them and told me what each tablet worked for as I picked them. As I made to uncoat one of them, she stopped me.
“You wanna use them on empty stomach?” She asked.
“I will, if I have to. This headache is life threatening.” I replied.
“Well, you won’t die. Lemme quickly go and check if the food is ready to be served.” She said calmly.
“What are you cooking?” I asked.
“I am keeping you on suspense as regards to that.” She laughed as she walked out of the room.
I slumped back on the bed, and reached for my phone which hasn’t been switched on since I arrived at Barrister Ben’s residence. As soon as the phone came on, series of messages flew in.
I kept my calm, while I let the messages enter and when the last of them came in, I expanded my inbox.
2 new messages from Lola
1 new message from and unknown number.
6 new messages from another unknown number.
Curiousity got the better of me as I clicked open the six messages and what I met was shocking. All the messages looked similar, as the only difference was in the time they were sent, even though with uniformed time interval.
You can only delay justice, but not death. Watch your back.Was the body of the message.
A cold chill ran down my spine, and immediately, the headache disappeared, as balls of sweat rolled down.
“You are sweating already. That’s a sign of you getting better.” Sharon said. I didn’t even know when she entered.
“If only you know why I am sweating, you’ll fear.” I thought as I adjusted on the bed.
“Here is rice, I hope you don’t mind? We eat rice alot in this house, so don’t blame me.” She said setting the food on the stool, while packing the unused drugs aside. “Eat up, I’ll be in the living room.” She urged.
As she made for the door, I felt a urge to call her and I did. “Sharon.”
she turned to face me almost immediately, as if she was expecting me to call her.
“What’s between you and Detective Farouk?” I asked.
“What is between me and Uncle Farouk? What is that supposed to mean?” She replied.
“Do not pretend, I overheard your conversation with him last night.” I could see the shock registered on her face as I said that.
“And what is it that you heard?” She asked, probably trying to get words out of my mouth.
“Are you sleeping with him? He is your brother’s friend for crying out loud, do you think he loves you?” I asked, but what followed my question is enough to tell me I had bitten more than I can chew. A slap.
The last time a lady slapped me was the first time I approached Lola for a relationship. I held my cheek as I stared at the enraged lady who stood before me.
“Who are you to ask me questions about my personal life? Is it because I took you in as a friend?” She asked and also made another attempt to slap my face.
I waited expectantly for the slap which never came, but all I saw was a hand waving accross my face.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Are you okay?” She asked in reply. “You seem lost. Faraway. What were you thinking?” She added.
“Nothing. I just remembered something.” I replied as I slumped back on the bed.
“So, why did you call me?” She asked.
“Can you stay here with me while I eat?”
She stood for a while, staring at me, as if to read my mind. “No problem, let me change into something decent.” She replied.
That was when I noticed she was still in her nighties. Even though not it is decent enough, I know there is a spirit attached to nighties and sexual urge in men.

–tbc….
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©DURODOLA OLAWALE 2015
All rights reserved, no parts of this publication may be reproduced or reprinted in any format or stored in a retrieval system without a prior written approval from the author.
You can contact the author via; durodolad9ty7@gmail.com
Or visit my blog at www.penprimus.com for more of my stories.
THE MURDERER; ENJOY READING!
You can get the first twelve posts; HERE


>>OTHER STORIES FROM THE AUTHOR;
1. BLOOD BOND: A CRIME STORY

2. ALL IN A CIRCLE: A CRIME STORY

3. THE THOMAS: A FAMILY DRAMA

Boss have you completed The Thomas family?? @Coolval

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18

OJO

After regaining my lost strength, I went into the living room where I sat to watch some musical videos with Sharon who seemed knowledgable about the music industry. She criticised from video quality to sound quality, down to each song’s punchline and lyrics. I was tempted to ask if someone was paying her for her effort, but I knew best not to.
My ringing phone made her reduce the volume of the sound system. Alas, it was Lola. Why is she calling me?
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello darling. Thank God.” She heaved. “How are you?” She asked.
“I’m good.” I replied.
“I’ve been calling you for the past few days. Whatsup with you?” She asked.
“Nothing much. Why didn’t you show up at the hearing?”
“Am very sorry darling. Dad restricted me from going out.” She replied.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“No, it doesn’t affect us in anyway, even though Ben said I should stay away from you for now.” She replied. “to avoid you being distracted and for security.” She added.
“I see.”
“Come on darling, why are you sounding like that?” She asked.
“Nothing. I hope you are good?”
“Yeah, save for the morning sickness. I’ll start my ante natal once I return to school this weekend.”
I spent a little over twenty minutes talking to Lola, but in a the twenty minutes, I never felt anything. All I had with her were casual discussions.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Sharon asked as soon as I dropped the call.
“Yeah.” I replied turning my attention back to the tv which was now showing a movie.
The movie being a romance themes movie has a lot in common with the trio of Barrister Ben, Detective Farouk and Sharon. Even though the main character in the movie, is a young business man, whose younger sister is in love with his(the business man) bestfriend. And when the business man found out, he attacked his friend at a party, and they severed ties afterwards.
“This movie looks familiar, like I have seen such in real life.” I said.
Sharon turned to look at me, but said nothing.
“But, is there anything bad in a friend dating one’s sister?” I asked.
“I don’t know o.” She replied.
After a few minutes, she excused herself and went in, only to return dressed as if there is an outing. “You’re going somewhere?” I found myself asking.
“Yeah, I’ve got some shoppings to do in the supermarket down the street.” She replied.
“Mind if I tag along?” I asked.
Her response interrupted by her ringing phone which was more closer to me than to her. I picked the phone and passed it to her, but not without checking the screen, and boldly written on the screen was FAROUK.
She collected the phone and exused herself.
“Farouk, isn’t that your brother’s friend. Why is he calling you?” I asked as we walked on the street, moments later, on our way to the supermarket.
She went silent for over a minute, before coming up with a weak reply. “He used to date a friend of mine before she left for service. Now, he wants her back.”
“I’m not convinced.” I replied laughing.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be convinced.” She said. “moreso, I owe you no explanation.” She added.
We continued walking with no one saying a word to the other, until a few yards away from the parking lot, when I saw something familiar.
“Sharon, isn’t that the detective’s car?” I asked pointing at a cream coloured Toyota camry.
“No, I don’t think so.” She replied and immediately quickened her steps, leaving me with no choice but to follow.
———-
A few metres away from the supermarket’s gate, a Van was parked, and seated behind the wheel was Alfa. With the help of his binoculars, he saw a young lady walk in with Ojo(the criminal) and after a few minutes, the lady came out through the exit and hurriedly walked towards a Toyota camry which Ojo earlier pointed to before they went in.
“Hey boss! I see them already. The good old detective and a young lady with Ojo are currently outside and inside the supermarket.” He said into his reciever.
“Keep tabs on them. Remember, the detective is your target.” A voice at the other end replied.

–tbc….
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19

OJO

I was seated in the living room with two of Barrister Ben’s children when Sharon walked in.
“Welcome Aunty.” The kids said in unison while the youngest of them, the boy ran to hug their aunt.
“Welcome Aunty.” I said in a mockery tone.
She smiled at me. “Thank you.” She replied. “Go and finish your homework.” She said to the boy who returned to where I was putting them(himself and his sister) through with their homework.
Few minutes later, I heard the shower running, which means Sharon was taking her bath, and as an after thought, I spoke to the kids.
“Queen, Junior.” I called.
“Yes Uncle?” They replied.
“Do not tell your daddy that Aunty Sharon didn’t come to pick you guys in school, okay?”
“We won’t say a thing.” The girl, Queen replied.
I patted them both on the head as we continued with the assignment.
Moments later, Junior who has been unusually quiet spoke up. “But why?” He asked.
“What?” I replied, while his sister who knew what to expect gave him a not so good look.
“Aunty Sharon didn’t come to pick us in school, we had to come in the school bus which made us uncomfortable, now dinner is not ready, if not for you, we wouldn’t have had lunch and you asked us not to tell our daddy.”
“Junior, can’t you adhere to instruction without asking questions?” His sister asked.
“Shut up. You are always doing things without asking questions. Will you jump inside a river if you are asked to without knowing why?”
To asy I was amazed by the little boy’s intelligence. Even though he is not very sound with his books, at least with what I have seen since we started his homework, unlike his sister who did the English and Mathematics without any assistance from me, but the boy is a critical thinker which is a rare gift.
“Junior, you know I just moved in here right?” I asked and he nodded in affirmation. “This is the first thing I am asking you to do for me, just do it.” I added.
“Uncle, this is not about you, but Aunty Sharon. Don’t plead for her.” He replied.
“Junior, please nau.” His sister joined in the pleading.
“Will I watch Nickoledion?” He asked.
“Yes.” His sister replied.
“For one week?” He asked.
“One week is too much, three days.” His sister replied.
“No o….”
They continued their argument while I stood up and made for Sharon’s room. By my calculation, ten minutes is enough for her to get dressed.
“Come in.” She said after my knock sounded on the door.
I pushed the door open and walked in.
“How will you explain your coming late tonight?” I asked.
“I went out, and why should I explain myself to you?” She replied.
“You do not owe me any explanation, but what will you tell your brother if he gets to know you didn’t go to pick the kids from school and they didn’t have lunch, and here they are 9PM and dinner is not served, not even on fire.”
“He is my brother, not yours, I will explain myself to him.” She snapped.
“Obviously, your outing didn’t go wel, sorry about that.” I mocked. “But next time, do not snap or disrespect me because I live with you guys and because I am concerned about you.” I added. “And don’t worry about the kids, they have agreed to cover your tracks, so, get into the kitchen and fix them dinner before their father returns.” With this, I made for the door.
“Please wait!” She said.
I stopped in my tracks just as I placed my hand on the door knob. I turned to face her.
“Forgive me for being rude, and thank you for covering for me.” She said.
I simply nodded before walking out of the room.
“Junior, I have your word right?” I reminded the little boy.
“I cross my heart.” He replied.

–tbc…
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Skeletons in the cupboard... The die shall be cast someday.

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