Detective Ahmed Haruna woke up startled. His phone had been ringing nonstop. He felt his head banging. He picked the call.
“Hello. What? When? How?” he asked with a very croak voice.
He listened for about two minutes then replied,
“Oh my God!” He said sitting up and continued, “Keep a perimeter around the crime scene. No one takes or touches anything till I get there. You understand? I will be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up.
He took his wristwatch from the bedside table and checked the time. 6:37 am. He looked behind him. Rita was fast asleep, covered up under the duvet. They had had a wild night, getting high on weed and alomo bitters before engaging in different s3x positions. She came twice riding him while he later turned her and came into her from behind. They slept off thereafter. She was his tonic after a very hard day’s job. They always met in her house every Saturday night. She looked so angelic. He did not want to wake her but he had no choice. He tapped her gently. She stirred but did not wake. He tapped her again, adding a little more force this time around. She turned, opening her eyes slowly.
“Hmmm…what is it honey?” Rita asked.
“Do you have some aspirins in the house?”
“Yes I do. In the Kitchen.”
Ahmed got up naked and went into the kitchen to get the aspirins. Rita began to get horny under the sheets. The sight of Ahmed’s perfect round arse and great body always drove her crazy. He returned with the aspirin and a glass of water. She licked her lips at the sight of his huge dick and his perfect abs. Ahmed took the drugs and accompanied it with water. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, his muscles ripping. She touched his skin. He did not move. She continued, tracing her hands to the side of his chest and caressing his nipple. He turned to face her. Then he kissed her on the lips. She responded, moving close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He disengaged the kiss and pecked her on the forehead. He moved away from the bead and got his briefs from the floor. He wore them.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Rita asked, a frown appearing on her very pretty face.
“Duty calls honey. I have to go.” Ahmed replied. He was wearing his jeans now.
“Should I make breakfast for you?” She asked.
“I can’t tell. Looks like a serious case. I will call you baby.”
He finished wearing his clothes and gave Rita a light kiss on the lips. He got his car keys and left Rita’s house.
He got to Law School Bus Stop to meet a small crowd of people already at the scene. He made his way through the curious crowd shoving his ID card in their faces as he screamed “Make way. Excuse me, leave the road please.” Even if he did not have his ID card on him, his intimidating stature and his rough face was enough for any sane person to leave the way. His face was harsh and strong with his forehead having permanent wrinkles. His voice was throaty and hoarse, his lips black from marijuana smoking. He had very broad shoulders with rippling biceps. He stood at 6ft. 5inches and always wore very tight black shirts.
He bent and got into the yellow tape area. The medics where talking to a few press men and some other officers where huddling around the crime scene looking for more evidence. There was a body by the lagoon in white cloth. He moved close to the body and bent down. He pulled away the white cloth. The white, lifeless and decaying body of Agent Mercy stared him in the face. He removed his dark shades and looked at the body closely. He saw the gunshot wound. He looked at her hair, her face. He was looking at her arms when he noticed something. All her jewelry was not touched. All except her wristwatch. He called for a forensic agent.
“Get me a UV torch and some gloves.” He commanded.
He took out two white gloves from the pack handed to him and collected the UV torch. He put it on and scanned her wrists. There were distinct finger prints on her wrist where her wrist watch has been.
“Where is Tunde!!!?” He screamed at no one in particular.
Tunde came out of the police van parked beside the ambulance inside the crime scene. He had been making a phone call.
“Let me call you back please.” He hurriedly hung up.
“Good Morning sir. Seen anything spooky?” Tunde said bending beside Ahmed.
He ignored the greeting.
“Do you notice anything?” Ahmed asked pointing the torch at her wrist and using his finger to show him what he meant.
“No sir.” Tunde said.
“Look harder, dumb head.” Ahmed said angrily.
“Oh, I see them now. Finger prints.” Tunde said animatedly.
“I want you to do this yourself. Get me those prints by twelve noon. Do not give this to your boys to handle. This is a sensitive case. If you do, I will find out and I will have you controlling traffic by Monday. Am I clear?” Ahmed threatened.
“Crystal clear sir.”
Tunde waved at one of his boys and they brought him a small white plastic bag. He handed it to Ahmed.
“This was found while the boys were looking for evidence at the bank of the lagoon. Seems like the bullet that did the job.” Tunde said.
Ahmed took the plastic bag, opened it and put the bullet in his palm, rolling it over.
“This bullet was fired from a .23 automatic pistol. Out of circulation. Silenced. You can tell from the charred edges. I will keep this.” He said to Tunde, putting the bullet back in the bag and into his pocket and continued, “Comb the entire perimeter. Let me know when you find anything.” He finished, getting up and pulling off the gloves.
He walked away from the scene, got into his car and dialed a number adding *4567# behind it. It was a secure line. Only he and three other agents could call the line. It was the direct line for the Head of Intelligence Operations.
“Ma, it was Agent Mercy. She had been compromised. I have some leads. Give me 8 hours ma. Thank you.”
He hung up.
TO BE CONTINUED.