THE JAILBIRD EPISODE 56
© Aaron A. A
EFFE’S RESIDENCE
Joe Duncan st©ps the bike, and Chris gets down.
He puts a hand on the young man’s shoulder, and speaks quietly.
CHRIS
Listen, Joe. Something bad went down tonight. Someb©dy tried to frame me big time. You saved me, pal, and I’m grateful.
Joe Duncan grins from ear to ear.
DUNCAN
Don’t worry, boss. I knew they were gonna try some stunt like that. I’m cool, and I’ve got your back. Myl-ips are sealed. Just kick the as-s of Crankboss. And then, later, if you can take a selfie with me, it’ll be great.
Chris nods. Miracles still exist.
CHRIS
Pas-s by JUNIOR’S anytime, Joe. Bring your girlfriend. We’ll hang out.
DUNCAN
Yo! Radical! I’ll do that, Mr. Bawa! She’s Josephine. She’ll be b!own away!! Thank you very much!!
They shake hands, and the boy rides off.
Chris has st©pped several meters away from the house.
It is now getting less dark as daylight approaches ra-pidly. He runs to the back of the house and enters the little woody perimeter.
The little emergency exit gate creaks open, and he stoops and enters.
Effe is wearing jeans and a short blouse, and her beautiful face is crisscrossed with worry and fear.
EFFE
Eyram called, Chris. The police are in her house. I told her to inform them you spent the night with me. They may be on their way here. Come quic-kly!
They go throu-gh the back door of the kitchen and climb the stairs hurriedly.
Effe urges him to take off his clothes quic-kly.
n-ked, he gets un-der the shower as she carries his clothes downstairs and puts them in the washing machine.
By the time Chris emerges from the shower they can hear the strident wails of the police sirens.
Effe quic-kly shirks her clothes and pu-lls on a negligee.
EFFE
(frightened)
Get into the be-d, Chris, now!
Chris clim-bs un-der the sheets, and just then the intercom telephone rings.
She picks it up.
EFFE
Hello?
SECURITY 1
The police are here, Madam. They’re forcing their way throu-gh.
EFFE
I’ll be there in a minute.
She looks at Chris with fear all over her lovely face.
CHRIS
Go, my love. It’ll be fine.
Effe pu-lls on a morning robe and belts it.
She descends downstairs and opens the door.
The yard is crowded with cops, and Chief Inspector Danso Cuger is leading them.
EFFE
(icily)
Yes, Inspector?
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Good morning, Madam. Sorry to bother you this morning. We’re looking for Mr. Chris Bawa. We believe he was involved in a drug deal early this dawn, which led to one man losing his life.
EFFE
(raising her eyebrows)
This dawn? What are you talking about? Chris is here. Has been with me since yesterday.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(coldly)
Really? We just asked the security man, and he didn’t remember Mr. Bawa coming in yesterday.
EFFE
(coldly)
Are you calling me a liar, Inspector? Well, if you had bothered to enquire further you would’ve been told the security men run shifts, and the one you questioned c@m£ in at six o’clock yesterday evening. The day security guy was here when I c@m£ in. Chris was in my car, I drove into the garage, and he spent the rest of the day with me.
Chris, a large cloth wra-pped around him, appears behind Effe.
He yawns as he puts an arm around her shoulders.
CHRIS
What’s it, Angel?
EFFE
I don’t know, my love. Seems the policeman thinks you were running a drug deal this dawn.
Chris looks into the furious eye of the police man, whose other eye is patched over as usual.
Cuger looks at Chris with unbridled hatred, and then he smiles ti-ghtly.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Sorry, Madam. Seems we were wrong. I’ll advise you to stick around, Mr. Bawa. We’ll still nee-d you in the investigation surrounding the fifty kilograms of cocaine we found this dawn and the death of Mr. Darlett Thompson.
Chris’ face clouds over instantly as a de-ep pain tears throu-gh him.
His b©dy tenses as he looks at the policeman.
Effe almost falls down as she stares with horror at Chris.
EFFE
(horrified)
What? Darlett is dead?
CHRIS
(smiling ti-ghtly)
He was fine when I spoke to him last night, my love. Maybe the Chief Inspector is confusing him with someone else.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(with a nas-ty smile)
He was sh0t dead this dawn by a police team which had a ti-p-off about some ha-rd drugs. You can pas-s by the police morgue later in the day to identify him for us, Mr. Bawa, since he was staying with you. Good day. Let’s go, men.
They watch as the police turn and leave the yard.
Effe goes inside and closes the door, and then she looks at Chris with horror.
EFFE
Darlett? That sweet old man? Dead? What happened, Chris? What happened? Tell me what have you gotten yourself into now, Chris Bawa?
CHRIS
Sit down, Ef. Let me tell you everything.
Effe moves past him and begins to climb the stairs.
EFFE
Come up, Chris. Come and tell me.
ON THE STREETS
Chief Inspector Cuger swings his police jeep to the side of the road and gets out.
He stands rigidly as the other police cars disappear in the distance, and then he turns and looks at Effe’s house.
Suddenly he turns and kicks savagely at the front tyre of the jeep.
His phone rings.
He looks at the screen and winces.
It is his boss.
He sighs de-eply and picks the call.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Hello, Chief.
COMMANDER
Cuger! You carried half the f0rç£ on an operation I didn’t sanction and have no idea of?
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
Sorry, Chief. It was a ti-p-off and we had to move quic-kly. We recovered some cocaine and were involved with a shoot-out with one of the criminals, who unfortunately died.
COMMANDER
(angrily)
And the other? I’ve been told you went to Madam Effe Kedem’s house to haras-s her.
Danso Cuger grits his teeth. There is a traitor in the squad, no doubt. Someone who had called the Chief immediately and ratted to Cuger.
Whoever that traitor is, Danso is going to find him.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
We didn’t haras-s her, Sir. The man we sh0t was Darlett Thompson, who was re-leased from jail just a few weeks ago. He’s a known felon, and a hitman for King Shapiro. Since his re-lease he’s been staying with Mr. Chris Bawa. We went to his house to question him, standard procedure, and learnt he was with Madam Effe. So, we went there.
COMMANDER
(coldly furious)
Chris, huh? Same man who bur-st your eye? You’re now turning this precinct into a personal vendetta for revenge, Inspector?
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
No, Sir. We-
COMMANDER
(screaming)
I want your full report on my desk by eight this morning, Inspector! You better show me a link to Mr. Bawa, or I swear I’ll have your damn as-s on a platter!
The line goes dead.
Cuger grinds his teeth angrily and scratches un-der the patch of his bur-st eye.
He takes out a packet of cigarettes from his t©p pocket and opens the fl@p.
Inside are three rows of rolled marijuana.
He extracts one, lights up, and stays smoking for a while.
Then he picks up his phone and dials.
AFFUL
(sleepily)
Give me the good news.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
No good news. Everything went according to plan. Darlett, however, chickened out at the last moment and let Bawa escape. Darlett went berserk, started shooting at us. The guys had no option. They killed him.
AFFUL
(voice dangerously low)
Escaped? Chris escaped? Are you $h!tting me, you son of a castrated stupid bull? It is a six-sto-rey building, one door. We chose the location well… you chose it! How the hell did he escape?
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
You better watch your mouth, Mr. Afful. I don’t take that kind of $h!t from people like you. Whilst Darlett was holding us up Chris jumped from the sixth floor into the pool float, knocked McBaiden out, stole the car and drove to Okponglo where he abandoned the car. We suspect he had a lift of some sort. But he had enough lead to go to Madam Effe, who gave him the perfect alibi.
AFFUL
(screaming)
fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k!! You stupid little stinking pvzzy! fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k!!! You took all that money from me and messed up? fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k! I’m gonna get your ba-lls for this, Cuger! fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k-
Cuger cuts the call.
CHIEF INSPECTOR CUGER
(snickering)
Yeah, I heard you. fv¢k fv¢k fv¢k! Stupid man!
To be CONTINUED
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