COIN……there are two sides to every story by @obasatemitope (Episode III)

imagesCA5L3OIL

IN CASE YOU MISSED PREVIOUS EPISODES, PLEASE SEE HERE

“Notice any phone around this room?” Kogberegbe asked the closest police officer to him.

“No sir” the officer replied “The parents confirmed it’s missing. They have been trying to call the number since early morning and it’s not even ringing. Her dad said she never switched off”

“Wrong move” Kogberegbe said inaudibly. He straightened up and walked towards the window. There were traces of sand on the rug that suggested where the perpetrator had marched. It wasn’t enough to make a cast but Kogberegbe could deduce that the owner had big feet and judging from the sole imprint, it was a heavy shoe, probably boots. His eyes went from the rug to the drawn window blinds.

“Was the curtain drawn when you got here?” Kogberegbe asked, looking out the window to the front of the house where the gateman now crouched, weeping openly. He was a Hausa man, far away from his home and very likely without a relative close by. He was on his own.

“No. we pulled it to have better lighting. But that” he pointed at the side window “was open when we came. We suppose the culprit came in through it”

Kogberegbe moved to check the window. The sand there was thicker than the one at the other window but contaminated. He didn’t bother to ask who did, just instructed the photographer to record the mark at the other window. It wasnt the first time he’d experienced the nation’s policeforce contaminating evidence at a crime scene, even after being warned not to; they just seem not to understand how relevant the tiniest of evidence could be. Kogberegbe surveyed the window pane and saw a faint line of blood. The owner must have tried to wipe it clean, making it a smear. He noticed a sharp edge on the window pane which must have cut the culprit’s arm. He looked outside the window. To the side, a large tree grew with a thick branch just under the window.

Kogberegbe decided he’d seen enough from the room and it was time to survey the compound, so he proceeded out of the room, accompanied by a police officer at Kogberegbe’ request. Kogberegbe was glad to find out another flight of stairs led down apart from the main one he came through. He didn’t want to face the Okanlawons just yet; he didn’t have as much information as he wanted. His hunch was that the culprit jumped the fence from the back of the house. However, the fence was high and glass shards were used for security on it. No one could climb through this without getting injured except – Kogberegbe turned sharply and started checking the fence at the back side of the house. At the right hand side of the house – the side which faced Ronke’s bedroom, the shards were chipped. With the thick sole the killer wore and with the aid of a ladder at the other side of the fence, the entry was bound to be a piece of cake. But how could he have jumped in with such soles without being heard? He certainly wouldn’t have dared to use a ladder inside the house?

*****

Kogberegbe decided it was time to question the guard. Kogberegbe found him at the gate, looking a little more composed but didn’t say a word or meet Kogberegbe’ eyes. Kogberegbe noticed another guard, he had expected that the old guard would be fired and was certain Dr. Okanlawon would have him locked behind bars for not preventing the unfortunate incidence. On second thoughts, Kogberegbe walked past the guards to check what lay behind the fence, detailing the officer to stay behind with the guards. A very thick bush was all that separated the Okanlawon’s property from the next building. This must have come in handy for the murderer. Kogberegbe looked at his beloved Nike shirt and thinking it might be the last time he would wear it, plunged into the bush. Thinking he was lucky to have worn his field shoe, he traced the chipped part of the fence. Beneath it, he found a tyre rim with a new rope tied to it, which was flung a length away from the rim. Kogberegbe was certain this was the work of an amateur who didn’t think of covering his tracks much.

Back inside the compound, Kogberegbe saluted the officer and said “Can you get some of your men to fully search the bush beside this building?”

“Yes sir” the officer replied

Kogberegbe then motioned for the old guard to come with him to the side of the house.

“What is your name?” Kogberegbe asked him

“Musa sir” he replied

“How long have you worked here?” Kogberegbe asked, squinting his eyes.

“Ah oga, flenty years sir, long long” Musa said, his accent very thick.

“Can’t you give me an estimate?” Kogberegbe pressed.

“Sir?” Musa asked, with a confused look.

“Never mind. Tell me what happened last night”

“Oga, I no just know. I only know oga” Musa pointed toward the building, indicating Dr. Okanlawon “come down this morning and he vex. Another time, just folise, e fush me here, fush me there. Oga, I no kill am, Allah, no be me”

“I know it wasn’t you” Kogberegbe wondered the best way to go about the interrogation as the man obviously had problem communicating in English. As he paused, Kogberegbe saw two men dressed in white, emerge from the building pushing Ronke’s body in a stretcher. The ambulance driver got down at the sight of the nurses and opened the back door. Kogberegbe would go for the autopsy report later that day if it was ready. Although he didn’t see any bruises around the girl’s thigh, he still needed to be sure she wasn’t raped. He couldn’t rule out that this was just a lunatic case.

“Musa, what time did you sleep last night?” Kogberegbe asked, bringing his attention back to the guard.

“Ah, like fast three oga”

“Past three Am? Did you parade- I mean, walk round the compound while awake?” Kogberegbe asked

Musa shook his head vigorously “No oga, at night like that, is diraft we play so we no go sleef”

“So you played draft all night?” Kogberegbe asked and Musa nodded “who did you play with and where?”

“Me and Adamu. Is Adamu cofa that building” Musa said, pointing at the building to the left of the Okanlawons.

“Where did you play the game?” Kogberegbe asked

“In that my afartment” Musa pointed at the gatehouse

“When did Adamu leave?”

“Two Porty- paip” Musa replied

“How are you sure it was two forty five?”

“Is time young madam come” Musa said, momentarily shocking Kogberegbe despite suspecting the girl had been out the previous night.

“What do you mean ‘come’” Kogberegbe demanded, writing on his pad

“Sir?” Musa asked puzzled

“Come from where?”

“Oh, she go kilus flinty night with uncle”

“She goes clubbing at nights?” Musa nodded “But her parents said she never kept late nights”

Musa shook his head sadly “them not know. She climb down apta oga and oga madam sleef pinish. Simall uncle now stay outside, carry little madam go. Apta, he bring am con’ back. E say I no tell”

“And you didn’t tell?” Kogberegbe asked

“I wan tell oga one time but oga e busy no be simall. Simall madam see me that day and she vex. She say she chase me leave if to try it again. I no get flace to go so I not tell again” he cast his eyes down “and oga not will belief me sef”

“When did she start going out at nights?”

“Ah, flenty flenty times ago o. She still go secondary school that time but almost pinish”

“Hmm, tallies” Kogberegbe nodded, scribbling more on his notepad “come with me please” Kogberegbe led the way around the fence, stopping at the chipped part and pointed up.

“Eh!” Musa exclaimed “Is there he enter?”

“My guess. Did you hear the person break this glass?” Kogberegbe asked

“Nobody bireak anything last tonight” Musa shook his head

Kogberegbe mused over this information and caught a glimpse of a shabby looking man stroll inside the gate. His skin had a dirty colouration it must have attained over years of going unbathed. His clothes looked like it would never recover, not even with a good laundry. Kogberegbe however wasn’t surprised at this sight, he saw people like this almost every time. The man’s mouth was open in what might have been confused for a smile but on close consideration proved to be the way his lips permanently stayed apart, baring his brown set of teeth. He stood at a distance resting on his hips, watching Kogberegbe.

“Who’s this guy?” Kogberegbe asked Musa who was still assessing the damage

“Ah! Adamu” Musa said, beckoning to Adamu and saying more words in their native language. Adamu, with mouth, still agape, walked closer. Kogberegbe noticed his eyes were also permanently squinted. He gave a long Hausa speech.

“Where were you last night Adamu?” Kogberegbe said, cutting him short in whatever he was saying. Adamu only gave Kogberegbe a blank look. When Musa started his own round of Hausa, Kogberegbe understood that Adamu didn’t understand English and he concluded questioning him wouldn’t be much use since there won’t be a way of verifying. Adamu started another long speech punctuated with “two porty paip” and “Ronke”

Kogberegbe pointed at the chipped glass while Musa quickly supplied the question. Kogberegbe couldn’t decipher the expression in the squinting eyes but was willing to take it for ignorance. Adamu spoke again, giving his head a forceful shake, palms up. Musa explained that Adamu hadn’t heard any sound either.

With Musa’s help, Kogberegbe found and heaved a ladder against the fence. Musa also found something heavy enough to break glass with.

“When I say ‘now’, start breaking the glass, okay?” Kogberegbe instructed Musa who now propped on the ladder. He nodded his comprehension.

Kogberegbe went to the gatehouse where Musa and his friend claimed to have spent the night and called out “Now”

Musa hit the glass as quietly as possible but strong enough to break it. Though faint, Kogberegbe heard the sound, and it was daytime. Even if Musa slept off, the other occupants of the house would have heard. He concluded the glass wasn’t broken the previous night. Through Musa, Kogberegbe learnt Dr. and Mrs. Okanlawon’s room was at the back of the house, away from the traffic noise that never ceased, even at night. This explained why the culprit chose the side fence to break in. and it showed the perpetrator had a lot of time to study the house with its occupants. Kogberegbe rubbed his forehead. How could the suspect be an amateur but know enough to study the family well, as well as know when exactly to carry out bits and piecesof his plan?

Advertisements

22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thirdpart365
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 07:55:10

    What now becomes Adamu and Musa’s fates? Saturday, please come again.

    Reply

  2. amaeze
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 09:44:23

    Inspector kogberegbe. I guesd this comes out every Saturday. Nice work, , it’s 2 days to boarding tales.

    Reply

  3. tosin
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 09:59:54

    Aaah,may God deliver us from evil,Musa and Adamu are in trouble o,even if they will eventually be vindicated, can’t wait to know the end. Well done tope

    Reply

  4. seyishode olaifa
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 10:31:49

    Cant wait for the next episodes uhmm make God deliver us o cant wait to see the end of this story o

    Reply

  5. Ijilola
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 15:39:51

    Thumbs up Tope really enjoyin d story

    Reply

  6. ustyn
    Jun 08, 2013 @ 21:27:18

    I dnt knw bt smtg tells me Adamu knws smtg abt it,might b wrng,nice piece of work frd.kip it up

    Reply

  7. Yetunde
    Jun 09, 2013 @ 07:14:48

    May God deliver us from enemies watching us while we’re unsuspecting!

    Reply

  8. Lucy
    Jun 09, 2013 @ 12:20:43

    Good job girl! I loved it and I’m looking forward to reading the next episode. I hope you are able to compile them cos from what I’ve read if it is this consistent, would make a very good page turner.

    Reply

  9. Dennis Agyeman
    Jun 13, 2013 @ 11:15:32

    This is more than CSI Miami. We’ll call this one CSI Eko.

    Reply

  10. biddie
    Jun 13, 2013 @ 12:27:41

    Nice job
    Just like watchin a serial
    Like readin a Charles Dickens’ weekly

    Wetin I dey talk sef; a greater than Dickens is here

    Reply

  11. adedotun
    Jun 15, 2013 @ 16:16:55

    Saturday be here quick..can’t wait

    Reply

  12. temitopeobasa
    Sep 27, 2013 @ 06:31:06

    Reblogged this on temitopeobasa's Blog.

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Moskeda Lounge

Relax, Read, Chat and Maybe even Toast

One Word More

one word at a time

theinkheartblog

letting the ink tell the tales conceived in my mind.........

HaroldWrites

The Pen Whisperer

Malcolm's Blog

My vantage point laced with acerbic muse of experiences, events and people. I am responsible for what i write; not for what you understand. Welcome to my world...

Farafina Books

Telling Our Own Stories...

Kayode Faniyi

literature. life. guff.

Newnaija's Place

...a peep into the future...

Seun Odukoya

Your Stories. My Stories. Our Stories. Please forward all enquiries to seunodukoyaofficial@gmail.com.

Word_smith

Illusionist

Tobi Olowookere's blog

...that I may know Him

Untold Stories

'There Is No Greater Agony Than Bearing an Untold Story Inside You' ~ Maya Angelou

Ikhide

Father, Fighter, Lover

Nzesylva's Corner

A repository of my thoughts

Chris BAMIDELE

Scattered Thoughts, Opinions and African Stories.

soulcaste

...from Soul to Ink

OSCARPOEMS

Welcome to Oscarpoems blog, a combo of my musings and poetry

Deniz blog!

An imagined perfect place...

tlsplace

A Beautiful Mind

Iconsnest's Blog

Love. Culture. Food

%d bloggers like this: