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04Jan/16

THE HAUNTED ASSEMBLY 1

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Adam caught the look on his wife’s face again and looked away. She was trying to make him feel bad and it was working. He walked away from her and towards the wine. He was at the party for a reason; he could not leave, not yet. It was a party with a lot of political bigwigs and they did not seem to mind that their host – Senator Adeshina was nowhere to be found. But then, none of them had a pregnant wife to worry about, he did.

He picked two glasses and walked back to Ese. He stopped in front of her and smiled. He had married a beautiful woman, not even the eight months old foetus pushing her belly out of proportion could disguise that.

“You look beautiful tonight Ese.” He said as he set the glasses on the table in front of her.

“I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like a house on legs.” She said with a grunt. “And this house wants to go home.”

“We can’t leave yet Ese, we’ve not even seen the Senator.”

“It’s not our fault he is late to his own party, I’m tired Honey, I need to go home.”

Adam looked at his watch, it was past nine; she was right it was late.

“Babe, let’s wait for another fifteen minutes, if the senator isn’t here, we will leave, okay?”

“You’re not leaving, are you?” A voice said from behind them.

Adam turned around, it was the Senator. Finally, they could pay their respects and leave.

“The Mrs was getting a little tired, that’s all.” Adam said.

“It’s not me sir, it’s the baby.” Ese said.

“I’m sorry Adam, I apologise specially to you Ese. I was held up by a call from the Hungarian ambassador who for some reason I can’t fathom has become a dear friend.”

“We totally understand sir. We just wanted a chance to say a big thank you for your help sir.” Adam said.

“My help?”

“Our transfer to Abuja.” Ese said.

“You think I did you a favour by bringing you to Abuja? I hope you still think so in six months.” The senator said and laughed.

“I’m sure there are other people you need to say hello to.” Adam said, he could tell his wife was barely keeping the fake smile on her face.

“Oh sure, most of them I should introduce you to, Senator Halima especially. She’s been eager to meet you.”

He knew who Senator Halima Abubakar was. She was the youngest member of the senate, she was barely thirty five. It was obvious she was only in the Senate because of who her parents were. He wondered why she wanted to meet him.

“She is a big fan of the Church Street Killer case, she should be here already; she’s never late for

parties.” The senator said. He dug his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone.

Adam nodded and smiled, he hoped the senator would just go; he was almost as eager to leave as his wife was now.

“Excuse me please,” The senator said. “I need to take this call.”

Adam watched him leave. He whispered to Ese. “This is our chance.”

He helped Ese to her feet and they walked across the room. There were a lot of important people in the room, people who could make his stay in Abuja easier, people he had hoped the senator would introduce him to. He had learnt his lesson, he would not bring a heavily pregnant woman to a party next time.

“Adam?” He heard the voice call behind him and he stopped, it was the Senator. No!

He could hear Ese grumble. “Just tell him I’m not feeling well.” She said.

“I’m sorry sir, Ese isn’t…”

“Adam, you need to come with me.”

Adam shook his head. “Sir, I…”

“There’s been a murder.” Continue reading

18May/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: FINALE (PART 1)

Adam slid the gear into park, jumped out of the car and ran into the lounge. He looked around the room, Faruk was nowhere. He brought his phone out of his pocket and dialed his number. He chewed on his nails as the phone rang. He had hoped Tola was wrong about Faruk. Faruk had been the only friend he had kept for more than a whole year. He was a crazy person who lived in a fantasy world, more than a normal adult should but he was a true and loyal friend. Continue reading

12May/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE EIGHTEEN

Adam stared at the bottle of wine in front of him, picked it up and threw it against the wall. He had gone straight home immediately the governor declared that he was suspended. He had opened a special bottle of Devil’s Springs Vodka that he had reserved for an extreme moment of depression. It had not taken long for him to finish the bottle and to move on to other less strong liquors. He had fallen asleep and woken up thirty minutes later, it took almost two minutes for him to recognize where he was and to remember that he had been suspended. The only thing that depressed him more than his suspension was the fact that Kate was still missing and the chief who could be the killer was now running everything. Continue reading

04May/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE SEVENTEEN

Adam ran to his car and entered and was on his way out of the building in one minute. His mind raced through different possibilities. Faruk had not told him if it was Kate’s body he had found, he had ended the call before he could confirm it. Dumping Kate’s dead body in front of his house would probably give the killer a great thrill and it would be the end of him as a detective.

“God, please don’t let it be Kate.” He prayed aloud as he drove. Continue reading

28Apr/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE SIXTEEN

Adam opened his eyes and looked around as he tried to remember where he was. He was in his office. He had come to the office after dropping Ese and Tola in their houses and had dozed off on his chair. He could not imagine sleeping on his bed anymore, all he could think about was Kate and all the evil things the killer could be doing to her.

He looked at his door and noticed one of the junior detectives standing there.

“Hey, what are you doing? When did you enter?” Adam asked, sitting up. Continue reading

14Apr/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE FOURTEEN

Adam looked at the empty, boring faces in front of him and sighed. “Yes we believe the third lady wasn’t a victim of the church street killer.”

He was in a meeting with all law enforcement agencies in the state under the strict orders of the state governor. The NSCDC, FRSC, NIS, NPS were all represented, even KWATMA sent a representative, it was ridiculous. It was a complete waste of time as far as he was concerned. He was supposed to be meeting with the heads of all these agencies but apparently they all thought the meeting was a waste of their time too and had sent their deputies. The deputies trying to assert some sort of authority had been firing him with questions, most of them silly repetitions of what another person had asked. Continue reading

07Apr/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE THIRTEEN

Adam jumped into his car, slammed the door, started the engine and was out on the road as fast as he could. He could not believe that the psycho had made a personal threat to him, and what was he talking about saying he knew him before he worked for the governor. There were only a few people who knew him from his days as a uniformed officer, so few and none of them worked at CIB.  He thought as far as he could remember, nothing came to mind. And even though he had not achieved much as policeman back then, he had not made any mistakes or done errors of note, so what was the bastard talking about? Continue reading

24Mar/14

DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET: EPISODE ELEVEN

“Alright Tola, it’s time to take stock and know if we’re any closer to catching this killer or killers.” Adam said rolling the white board marker between his fingers.
He was standing in his office, in front of a whiteboard. The case was becoming fuzzy and trying to solve three murders at the same time was taking its toll on the case. The case needed some clarity and more importantly, he needed some clarity.
“Okay, first victim, what do we know?” Tola asked, leaning back in her seat.
“Well, she was a young girl, early twenties and a sex worker.” Adam said, writing on the white board in front of him. “She had met a man two weeks before she died, a man she met the same day she was killed. Hotel records had disappeared miraculously and there’s no way to trace them” Continue reading