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Episode 66
“I‟m afraid they‟re still working on that, my
friend,” Inspector Bromsbey replied, almost
sadly. “INTERPOL has sent out a strike team
to pick up the scientist in the Congo, sir. Dr.
Ryan is with them.” “Good,” enthused Jack.
“Let‟s hope some interesting facts come out
of this, inspector.” “What else can we
do?”
replied the British. After spelling out more
orders for his two officers, Jack declared the
conference closed and ended the call. He still
had a lot on his mind, but it was time to go
home. Can he save Michael if his life
was in
danger? Who was Cain? How can he be
stopped? Was there a possibility that his own
life might be in danger if he continued
involving himself? He was filled with so many
questions. Never in his life has he seen such a
case. He shivered at the thought that
his own
life might be in danger. He thought of the
innocent and gentle looking Brenda who had
gone through pains in the hands of these
men.
Now going through fear and discomfort in the
hands of Cain. How can she set herself
free
from him? Was she in bondage forever? What
does Cain mean by feeding on her anger?
Brenda sounded convincingly innocent, but he
wasn‟t going to give it all to her. Who knows,
there might be foul play somewhere.
Inspector
James thought it was time he went home to
the comfort of his family. He was blessed with
two lovely children and the thought of going
to spend the rest of the night with his wife,
daughter and son every evening made his
life
more meaningful. He was just about to lock
up his drawer when the desktop phone rang.
“Hello,” he answered into the phone. No reply.
Only the sound of long distance static.
“Hello?” he repeated, a little tensed up.
“Inspector Jack?” The voice was guttural.
Unfeeling. “Yes? Who is this?”
“You are about to die, my friend,” said the
unknown voice. “You will not leave this
building alive today. I hope you have written
your will?” Jack can only laugh. A somewhat
shallow laughter, though. “You can scoff all
you want, inspector, but since you‟re leading
the investigation into my phenomenal
existence, I‟ve decided to kill you before taking
out Michael.” “Who are you? You don‟t
scare
me,” the policeman affirmed. “Very well,
inspector, have it your way,” smirked the
voice.
“Now look here you…” Inspector Jack did not
finish the statement, because the very next
moment, the desk phone was knocked out of
his hand and he was hurled across the
room
with such force that he thought he felt a rib
crack when he hit the floor very close to the
door of his office. A strong grip lifted him off
the floor just as quickly. It was round his
neck. He couldn‟t breathe. He reached out in
front of him in order to grasp his
assailant,
but he groped nothing. Thin air. He began to
suffocate. “He he heeeee!” laughed the
mocking voice. “Now you will taste my
medicine, inspector! This will be a warning to
all your colleagues!” “I…will…not…let…you…
kill…me!” panted Jack, but his arms began
trashing around. The grip tightened.
Vice-like.
He was suffocating, and he saw his obituary
in a flash: GALLANT COP COMMITS SUICIDE.
That would be a lie. He tried to wriggle his
neck out of whatever was holding him, but it
was unwavering. No room to slip out. He
reached out his right arm across the wall,
feeling and groping, grasping and grabbing
whatever. Thin air. Then he touched it.
A pipe carrying whatever.
With his failing strength, he grabbed it and
pulled with all his might, wrenching it away
from a source. Cold wind gushed out. He
directed the blast at the thing slowly taking
away his life, as he was about to lose his
sight, but it‟s hideous laughter only grew
more piercingly annoying. Then the door
opened. It was Inspector Bromsbey and Dr.
Ryan.
* * *
Linus swung his leg out of his
creaky bunker in the small structure near the
gate of the apartment block he guarded. He
caught sight of some local girls just as they
were walking past the cubicle‟s only window
and let out a low whistle. The middle one‟s
behind appealed to his lust and like a dirty
old man, he rubbed his crutch as he watched
them go by with glee. “Men!” he let out and
again whistled stupidly. Young girls were
Linus‟ new pursuit, but he had only slept with
one so far.
A loose girl called Esther, whose body was
fully fleshed out even though she was as
young as they come. The illiterate girl had
slept with almost every boy in the street, but
she would not have gone into a relationship
with the elderly gateman-turned-criminal if
not for the fact that he had turned her into a
drug addict. Again, the lawbreaker turned his
thoughts to the first day he had slept with
her. The way he had lured her into his small
cubicle after she had left a so-called
boyfriend‟s apartment in the compound for
the night. Linus had been able to
convince her
that he had some marijuana with him after a
session of jokes outside his quarters. Since
she just wanted him to prove it out of
curiosity, he had invited her into his room and
dosed her down with a combination of the
said illegal drug and a glass of water
containing sleeping pills.
Oh, how he had taken her right there on
the
creaky bunk. And from that day onwards, she
had become his pastime because the drug
made her visits to her so-called boyfriend a
daily affair. Sometimes she would sneak out
of her house in the middle of the night just to
smoke the thing while he defiled her.
“Men!”
he croaked. His crutch was now bulging and
he wondered whether he would see the girl
that night. A car honked at the gate, forcing
him out of his reverie, and he looked out of
the guard window and recognized the vehicle.
It was Michael‟s. He ran out of the gatehouse
and opened the gates. “Oga welcome,” he
greeted as the Mercedes swerved into the
driveway and zoomed off towards the line of
apartments on the farthest part of the
compound. Michael had simply waved at him.
“Have to notify Nimrod, he he,” Linus
chuckled
and brought out his mobile phone. He heard
another phone ringing on the other end of the
line. “Yes, Linus? What is it?” “It‟s Michael,
Boss…he just came back,” replied the
older
man.
“Good. We will strike midnight tonight,”
decreed Nimrod. Linus could feel his boss
smiling at the other end of the line. He ended
the call and a broad smile spread across
his
lips, too.
* * *
Michael still had Brenda on his
mind when he entered his apartment and
switched on the air conditioner to humidify
and ventilate the place. He still thought he
must be going crazy to be thinking of seeing
her again after all that he now knew about
her. Maybe he should call her again and tell
her he could no longer be with her, or maybe
he should wait for her and tell her when they
meet that evening. His cell phone rang.
“Hello,” he said on picking the call. “Michael,
hi.” It was Brenda. “Are you back from
your
trip?” She sounded cheerful.
“Yes, Brenda,” he replied. “Hope you remember
our date?” “Of course, dear. I really can‟t wait
to see you,” she said and he smiled. He really
couldn‟t wait to see her as well, he
thought,
despite the burden of what he was about to do
to their relationship. “So then,” she continued,
“will 5 o‟clock be okay with you? I really need
to do some house chores before coming over
after work.” “It will be okay, dear,” he agreed.
“See you then. Bye.” “Bye.” And she hung up.
Michael unpacked his small travelling bag and
went about preparing for the evening.
* * *
Nimrod suddenly woke up and looked at the
wall clock in the bedroom. Twenty minutes
past 6:00 pm. He should be making his way
into Michael‟s home by then! Everyone in Lupe
mustn‟t get the knowledge that he was a
wanted man before Michael was found dead!
He quickly walked into the living room where
Allen was still sleeping on one of the seats,
and violently woke him up. “Get up, we can‟t
spend the whole day sleeping!
We have got a lot to do this evening,
because
I have decided to visit our friend this evening!”
Allen immediately woke up and the first
thought that came to his mind was the fact
that the cops could be everywhere searching
for them. He sat up and stretched his two
hands. He wasn‟t really happy about this
development. Midnight would have been the
better option, but how was he going to argue
with his boss on this? “Hurry, get yourself
ready and take me to Michael‟s place. The
earlier we get there, the better,” Nimrod
impatiently barked out.
To be continued….