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

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As they drove back to the station, Kogberegbe pondered his next line of action, knowing the only way to further break the case would be illegal; and as much as he despised it, he knew that both Sangosina and Abu weren’t going to tell him all they knew just by interrogating them. Kogberegbe also decided that he was going to spend the night at the station, personally watching over the two culprits until he could find a trustworthy officer to keep watch over them pending their transfer to a proper prison as soon as they could find enough evidence to put them behind bars. Since he wasn’t sure if they still had moles within their branch, he wouldn’t would rather sacrifice his own comfort than risk another dead end…literally speaking. If he was to believe Sangosina, there were other people involved in the homicide; Kogberegbe intended to bring to the open all the information concerning them and bring them to justice or at least give the police all the evidence they would need to make the arrests.

At the station, he confirmed that Abu was still alive, though still unrepentant; then he locked up Sangosina in a cell in the opposite wing from Abu so as to bar any kind of communication between the two.

“We both know I won’t be in here for long” Sangosina said quietly to Kogberegbe

“We’ll see” He responded

“You don’t want to play this game” Sangosina said

“The earlier you wipe that smug look off your face and start telling me the names of those involved in this, the better for you.” Kogberegbe said angrily

“Won’t happen” Sangosina responded with a devilish smile

“Ronke was pregnant as at the time of her death…but you know that already don’t you? My hunch is that the baby is yours; what you probably do not know is that the paternity of the foetus can still be determined, and I’m arranging for your DNA sample to be taken as soon as possible. That at least ties you to the victim; and the already established fact that the murder was carried out by your security guard ties you tightly to the murder. You have a perfect motive to have wanted the child dead, especially since she was the daughter of an opposition politician. It would have been too scandalous and a killer to your career if the story had broken to the media. Well, here’s news for you…the information will still get out that you had illicit affairs with a minor. It will kill your political ambitions and tarnish the image of your party” Kogberegbe said through clenched teeth, not pausing for breath and when he was done, he noticed the smug look gradually disappearing from Sangosina’s face “Plus your guard made some incriminating confessions against you” Kogberegbe lied

“He could have been working on his own” Sangosina said “moreover, he won’t be there to corroborate your story will he?”

“I won’t even bother to ask how you knew about his death, but thanks for reminding me that attempted murder and accomplice to actual murder can be added to your case file while your boy Abu will go down for murder…oh, did I mention that I am going to make sure the court doesn’t hear your case for a looooong time? You won’t be eligible for bail, I will use the fact that you almost took off today against you; and in that period you’re waiting for your case to be heard, I’m going to make sure you’re locked up in a real prison where we’ll check to affirm that you have loyalists. You are going down for a really long time, that I can assure you” Kogberegbe finished and went to take a seat at a temporary desk arranged for him where he could monitor the hallway leading to both Sangosina and Abu’s cells.

He made arrangement for Sangosina’s DNA sample to be taken in the morning as soon as it can be arranged. He apologized for having to stress Dana so much, he knew there were other staff in the lab that can be used but there was no time for Kogberegbe to sift through them all to know which ones could be trusted or otherwise. Kogberegbe also confiscated the food that Sangosina brought for Sabo earlier in the night, it would also be tested for poison. Kogberegbe wanted to make sure that even if he couldn’t find enough evidence to nail him for Ronke’s murder, he would have a lot of other incriminating evidences that would give him maximum sentence. Kogberegbe stared at the phone, wondering if he should call Dr Okanlawon or not, he needed the connection that Doctor could offer, and he needed it quickly, so he decided to try his luck. Doctor picked his call on the first ring as if he’d been standing by for it. Kogberegbe moved away from the hallway.

“I’ve been expecting your call” Dr Okanlawon said, affirming Kogberegbe’s thought.

“Sorry it’s coming late sir” he said

“Was he really trying to run away when you got there?” Dr asked.

Not bothering to ask how he got the information, knowing all the players in the situation have eyes and ears all around, Kogberegbe simply said “Yes sir”

“Tell me everything detective, every single detail”
The time was already 2.A.M but Kogberegbe obliged, Dr was his client and he had every right to details.

When he was through, Dr said “He sounds guilty to me Detective. I want maximum sentence, what are you doing to make sure this happens? Should I call my lawyers?”

“Please calm down sir. That’s not the whole story sir; Sangosina is the prime suspect in the case but I have reasons to believe that there are other people involved sir”

“Others, you say?”

“Yes sir. But I am not yet privy to the information. I need to find means of breaking Sangosina, but I’m certain it’s not a thing your lawyers can do sir. He can also access god lawyers, and that is one thing I do not want him to do right now. He needs to see the insides of a real prison and he needs to be threatened, but to threaten him, we need to find his weak point, only then can he give us the information we need sir.”

“I’m well connected detective. I couldn’t  use my power to protect my daughter, I can at least use it to avenge her”

“I was hoping you’d say that sir” Kogberegbe responded

“I’ll call in favours with the Ministry of Interior and Civil Defence Board. You mentioned maximum security prison right?

Kogberegbe knew he didn’t mention maximum security prison but he wished not to argue so he said “Yes sir”

“It will be arranged. Prepare him for transport tomorrow”

“Yes sir”

“I thought he was a friend, detective…” Dr Okanlawon said, his voice trailing

“Yes sir” was all Kogberegbe could say for he couldn’t put himself in Doctor’s shoes. Losing a child is a grief comparable to none.

“We were neighbours” Doctor continued, getting himself back together “Trust me, I know one or two ways to threaten the man”

“That should come in handy sir”

Good job, detective. I am not disappointed”

“Thank you sir” Kogberegbe responded.

The first call Kogberegbe received the following morning was at 6:30 am from Dr. Okanlawon.

“Has there been any uproar there?” He asked straight up

“How do you mean sir?”

“Less is more, detective; you should know that. Anyway, I want to assume that some drama will unfold at the station. If my instincts are right, and knowing you, you’ll want to keep it under control; but allow it detective.”

“Sir…” Kogberegbe was about to argue but Dr Okanlawon was already off the phone.

At exactly seven a.m., a car recklessly entered the police station, stopping as abruptly as it had swerved in, such that the two uniformed men who were lurking around had to jump out of harm’s way. Without offering an apology, a derailed looking woman got out of the car, closely followed by another who seemed to be in charge of calming her down. Neither of them bothered to shut the car doors.

“Is Sangosina here?” she asked at the counter, obviously trying to calm herself, her left hand holding her wrapper from falling down though she made no attempt to tie it. Her “buba” was a different one from the wrapper even though her looks and carriage suggested high class. Kogberegbe was certain that something not too good must have befallen her to be reacting the way she did.

“ma’am, no one is…”

“Ha!” The woman screamed at the top of her voice, simultaneously stamping her right foot and bending her head in one direction “Ogbeni, you will feel the sting of a cobra if you don’t tell me at once where the bastard is! I have been to three stations this morning, searching for him before being directed here. Do I look like I’m here to play protocol?”

Kogberegbe suspected that this was Sangosina’s wife and that this scenario was what Doctor had called him about earlier on, so he motioned for the constable to allow them in. The constable barely finished –pointing in the direction of the holding cell when the woman stormed in without further wasting words. The hallway was dark as there was no electricity and since the DPO wasn’t around, no one saw reason why fuel should be wasted on electrifying the station.

“Kemisola, is that you?” Sangosina called out meekly and Kemi who was originally headed in the opposite direction, towards Abu’s cell, turned back towards the voice immediately.

“Ha! O o de ni s’orire iwo omokunrin yi. Ko ni daa fun e, ko de ni ye e kale…” she started raining curses on Sangosina.

“E ni suuru mummy Ewa” The second lady tried to placate her.

“Suuru bi ti bawo?” she asked, hissed and turned back towards Sangosina “Wo, Sangowande Sangosina, except I am not Kemisola, Kofoworola’s daughter in this land, I will make you regret the day you were born, gbabe! Se o mo pe omo ale ni e! if you are not a bastard and a coward, how come you didn’t inform your fellow child molesters that you call politicians, that immediately I heard about your evil acts, my children and I dissociated ourselves from you? Why are we having to pay for your sins???”

“What are you talking about?” Sangosina asked, obviously confused.

“Wo, I give you 24 hours gbako to locate the whereabouts of my children o. how you were so gullible to lead them to us, I would never understand. But ma fi ina omo jo mi o! if anything happens to either one of my children ehn, I promise you, all four children from your first marriage lo ma je Olorun nipe and I will make sure I support the lawyers in prosecuting you…” she beat her chest with the palm of her hand “emi kinni yi ni mo wi be. I have documents to put you behind bars for the rest of your life. I will finish you! You have not started!!” with those words, she turned to leave.

“Kemi, hold on a bit. None of these make sense” Sangosina said

The woman stopped in her tracks and turned back angrily “oh, I forgot, the reason why I know who they are is because they told me. They told me they gave you an assignment and you failed and that the fact that they have your children should be a warning to you. I wish they could just kill you and leave my children and I alone. After all you’re nothing but a worthless pig.” She concluded, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as her friend held her shoulders, nudging her out of the station.

Still in his vantage viewpoint, Kogberegbe watched as Kemi’s friend ushered her into the passenger seat without any resistance from the latter, as she herself took the steering.

Kogberegbe placed a call to Dana to know how soon she would arrive at the station for the DNA sample. She confirmed that she was twenty minutes out and that she understood when Kogberegbe tried to explain that he needed her to take the sample because he didn’t know who to trust.

Kogberegbe rallied some policemen in preparation to escort both culprits to separate maximum security prisons. Dr. Okanlawon had also ensured that some army officers would be present in each vehicle so as to avoid foul play since Kogberegbe would not move with the vans. Kogberegbe felt relieved when he heard the information, though he was also told that the men wouldn’t arrive until midday. Kogberegbe felt that was fine, since he was still expecting Dana for the sample. Kpgberegbe felt exhausted so he decided to go wash his face, certain that the stroll to the tap would do his cramped legs some good. It did. On his way back in, he noticed that there was only one constable at the counter.

“Where is Constable Gbemileke?” Kogberegbe asked

“He took the nurse to the cell sir”

“Which nurse?” Kogberegbe asked, frowning.

“For the DNA sample sir”

Kogberegbe’s frown deepened because he knew there was no way Dana would be referred to as “nurse’ and also because he wasn’t expecting her till at least twenty minutes more. Turning around, Kogberegbe doubled up towards the holding cell; he got to the hallway just as Gbemileke inserted the key into the cell’s keyhole.

“Stop at once” Kogberegbe ordered at the top of his voice. In a swift movement, the impostor dropped the small case he was carrying, stabbed Gbemileke and threw the knife in Kogberegbe’s direction. Kogberegbe docked, thankful that the man wasn’t a skilled thrower. The impostor attempted to open Sangosina’s cell but the key wouldn’t give, it must be the wrong one. Kogberegbe got back on his feet, called for help and in no time, the mass of policemen he had got together appeared in the hallway, trapping the man in there, as there was no other way out of the cell area.

The man was arrested and cuffed while Gbemileke was rushed to the hospital. Though the other constable claimed to have searched the impostor, Kogberegbe was furious because it definitely wasn’t properly done otherwise the knife would have been spotted. Further search revealed a syringe containing some fluid which Kogberegbe suspected was intended for Sangosina who visibly shivered in the cell. Every other thing in the briefcase looked genuinely like that of a lab scientist. As much as the police interrogated him, the man refused to say a word. Kogberegbe noticed that Sangosina was rattling so hard that he feared he might have an attack so he kept a close eye on him. Sangosina finally decided to sit on the floor, murmuring incoherently.

“Wickedness. Callous people” Kogebregbe heard Sangosina mumble. “It is true, so Kemi was right, they want me dead. It is done, finished”

By the time Dana arrived, all the strength appeared to be zapped from Sangosina’s body. Although he was cuffed and armed policemen lurked around as Dana took his blood, hair samples and saliva swab, Sangosina was cooperative on his own; he had obviously given up.

Dana took the food sample as well as the syringe brought by the assassin and headed back to her office.

“Please I am ready to make a confession” Sangosina beckoned to Kogberegbe “I hear your men talking about maximum prison, please don’t take me there, I will tell you all you need to know. I heard there are soldiers out there waiting for me”

“Yes,, we’re just waiting for the final go and you’ll be on your way. A few years with heatless criminals should loosen you up a bit”

“Please, honestly, I will talk. I will even give you a written statement with all the names of the people that are involved in this thing. Please just take me to a less severe environment”

“That’s not for me to decide.” Kogberegbe said to him, feigning a disinterested look.

Sangosina started sobbing like a child, mucor coming out of his nostrils. Kogberegbe mused at the irony of life; this was a man who exuded authority and scare, as fierce as a lion just a few days on, but now nothing more than a puppet.

Kogberegbe’s phone rang, he automatically picked it without checking the phone screen, as he’d done all morning.

“Yea?” He said into the mouthpiece

“Hi” said the voice that never ceased to sound sweet to his ears even at such a peak period in his investigation­ Lucy’s.

“I’m in the middle of something babe” He said softly

“Oh, ok. Sorry for disturbing, I’ll call later then”

“Alright then. Thanks”

Kogberegbe got the signal that the transportation would be set in twenty minutes; he gave a nod and told the policemen in charge to get ready.

“You can at least find my children?” Sangosina said desperately “You heard my wife, they don’t deserve to pay for my sins”

“Why should I help you?” Kogberegbe shrugged

“Please detective. I beg you in God’s name, this is not what you think it is. I didn’t kill Ronke”

“Yea, but you gave the order; and your boy did kill her”

“It is the devil’s handiwork, I swear!”

Kogberegbe laughed “That convenient statement again? It never ceases to amuse me”

“Honestly, Sabo wasn’t supposed to kill her. It was just supposed to be a threat” Sangosina continued; Kogberegbe stylishly switched on his recorder.

“You’ll be transported in ten” Kogberegbe said in an attempt to sound uninterested.

“Please help my kids!”

“You have nothing to offer me. As far as I’m concerned, the work I’m paid for is a wrap. I nailed the girl’s killer and the person who gave the direct order. That’s good enough for me”

“If you give me a pen and paper, I’ll write a full testimony. My wife has proof to substantiate all I will write.”

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COIN…..there are two sides to every story y @obasatemitope (Episode XV)

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“What madness is this I hear about? Why would you arrest an innocent man?” The DPO said

“Sir, I have reasons to suspect…”

“We don’t make arrests based on suspicions detective. We investigate suspicions!!!” He shouted

“Yes sir” Kogberegbe simply said, knowing it was fruitless to argue with the DPO

“Now I want you to release the boy without further ado. And when I return from my journey, I want a full report and letter of apology duly addressed to the young man and the entire family he is associated with. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” Kogberegbe simply said, not having any intention of letting Sabo go. As he dialed Dr. Okanlawon’s number, he saw Mr. Sangosina storm into the station, his agbada flying around all over the place. He gave Kogberegbe a killer look before proceeding to the constables.

“Sir” Kogberegbe said when the line connected “I would like you to pull your strongest strings to keep Sabo locked down for at least twenty four hours.  I know he will break, I just need more time”

“Is anyone causing trouble concerning him?” Dr. Okanlawon asked

“Yes sir, the DPO just got off the phone with me; I believe Mr. Sangosina called to request Sabo’s release”

“He’s a gateman!” Dr. Okanlawon said and even though Kogberegbe didn’t believe that anyone should be referred to as a lower human, he understood that Dr. was confused as to why Mr. Sangosina was so concerned about his gateman that he would pull his connection strings. However, Kogberegbe could argue that off that if the gateman got arrested, one way or another, this would tarnish Mr. Sangosina’s image if the news should get out.

“He’s a gateman sir, but for whatever reason, some people don’t want him behind bars for too long”

“I’ll call the commissioner of police right away and get back to you”

“Thank you sir”

A few minutes  later, Dr Okanlawon called to tell Kogberegbe that the DPO would be out of the picture for a while and that if Kogberegbe should need further assistance, he should not hesitate to call.

True to his words, the DPO’s phone became switched off, a fact that was made known when, a short while later, Mr. Sangosina broke all hell lose when the office informed him that they had higher order to retain Sabo in custody. Mr. Sangosina  tried to contact the DPO who didn’t respond the first two times, after which his phone completely went off.

“You have stepped on the tail of a cobra o!” Sangosina threw at Kogberegbe as he stormed out of the station, pointing a finger in Kogberegbe’s face “I will show you that in this land, you have crossed the wrong line!”

Kogberegbe left instructions that the officers watch closely over Sabo and that when Musa gets brought in, he should be taken care of. He also told them to contact him immediately if anything should come up. As he drove away from the station, he wondered who tipped off Mr. Sangosina so fast about the arrest.

Back in his office, Kogberegbe scanned through Ronke’s bank statement and noticed some huge transaction inflow and straight outflow of same. The inflows were of phony names but the outflows sounded familiar. When crosschecked with his notebook, he realized that some of the outflow went to cult members whose names he had gathered from the interviews he did earlier in the day. Kogberegbe’s theory was that Ronke needed protection from whoever was bugging her. So she turned to the cult guys who demanded money which she couldn’t raise from her parents so she turned to the club. She must have met with some really influential men who either enjoyed her service so much as to pay her such huge sum of perhaps she blackmailed more than one man.

Not long afterwards, Kogberegbe’s phone rang like it had been doing all evening.

“Sir, you wanted to know immediately if there was any development?” The constable who called said.

“Definitely. Go ahead please” Kogberegbe said

“It seems like this man is ready to talk. We realized that food is more of a weak point for him than torture. His boss brought him food but we didn’t allow him to eat it” said the constable.

“Good, I am on my way. Thank you for this information” Kogberegbe said, already half way out of his office. His earlier experience during the day had taught him not to waste valuable time in getting to a suspect.

When Kogberegbe arrived at the station, there was commotion everywhere; on getting inside he realized that CPR was being done on Sabo. The claim was that he suddenly slumped probably from dehydration or lack of food. One look however at Sabo’s visibly green veins and cracked lips, Kogberegbe knew he had been poisoned and  that the poison must have been a very strong one to have acted so fast. Not long afterwards, an ambulance arrived.

“Did you at any time leave this post? Kogberegbe asked

“No sir” They responded

“You said Mr. Sangosina brought food for Sabo?”

“Yes sir, but we decided among ourselves that he shouldn’t be fed. It even angered Mr. Sangosina that we didn’t give him food and he reported us to ASP Abu” They brought out the food to corroborate their story, it seemed intact.

“And you saw Mr. Sangosina leave? Kogberegbe asked, baffled

“I am certain sir, I was at the door all through” One constable said

“And no outsider had contact with the suspect?”

“No sir, it has been a quiet evening at the station, we haven’t had much incidence tonight”

“I see” Kogberegbe muttered “You said he was beginning to talk? What about?” He asked

“He said if he was left to spend the night in jail, he would be killed anyway and that we should please feed him before ‘they’ get to him. He said he would say no more till we give him something to eat”

“They?” Kogberegbe questioned the officer’s statement

“Yes sir, he kept saying ‘they’. That ‘they’ would think he talked and would have him killed in no time”

“Hmmm” Kogberegbe said, looking in the direction of Sabo’s body. The Doctor that was examining him confirmed that he was dead, though Kogberegbe knew right from when he stepped into the station that he was. He also confirmed that the cause of death could be attributed to poisoning but that they would have to run further tests to be able to make a conclusion. Kogberegbe thanked him.

“Do you have a syringe doc?” Kogberegbe asked

“Sure, why” said the Doctor

“Would you mind getting me a blood sample of the corpse?”

“No p” The Doctor said and proceeded to do so. Abu rushed in at that moment, looking bewildered.

“One of the men on duty just called me, I came right back, I haven’t even got home yet”

“He’s dead” Kogberegbe said simply “Poisoned”

“What!” Abu exclaimed “How is that even possible?”

Kogberegbe shrugged “Excuse me please” He said and moved to a quiet corner where he could place a call to Dana.

“Hi Dana”

“Hey you” She responded

“I know I owe you a lot of favours already, but I need to add to it”

“Make my fav bank bigger then. Fire”

“I need you to run a test for me tonight please. I have to have the result like yesterday”

“How soon can you get the sample to me?” Dana asked

“Ten minutes”

“I’ll be here” she said.

“Thanks Dana” Kogberegbe said heartily. There was a mole within their branch of the police force and he had his suspicions about who it might be. He collected Sabo’s blood sample and headed for Dana’s office. Two hours later the result came back as a perfect match with the sample found at the original crime scene. Kogberegbe hurried back to the station as fast as he could, glad that he had previously given the order for all officers to remain on duty till he returned. On getting there, he placed Abu under arrest immediately.

“I bet if I have your blood tested, it would match the sample you swapped with the  original one I gave you of Sabo to test” Kogberegbe accused but Abu just remained defiantly mute “I should have known! I saw that soft look that Sangosina sent you that day at the Okanlawon’s residence. I should have known that you both had history. And this would explain how you got to Kemta’s house so fast today, Sabo must have called you to come clean up his mess; you told him the best way he could frame the murder to look like suicide. I bet you didn’t know Musa would have called me, you didn’t bargain that I would be there when you arrived. And it was you who alerted Sangosina this evening, that’s how he got here so fast. You have been in the loop all along”

“You can’t substantiate any of your claims” Abu sneered with his hands cuffed.

“True. But I could at least charge you for obstruction of justice, it is a criminal offence” Kogberegbe said, showing him Sabo’s blood test “Lock him up please” Kogberegbe ordered a Constable. Arming himself with five police officers, Kogberegbe drove into the heat of the night, headed for Sangosina’s house thinking how naïve he was to have allowed the police search Sabo’s apartment without him being present. Knowing what he now knew about Abu, there was no saying that he didn’t cover up evidence at the scene. He called Dr. Okanlawon’s number.

“Sir, I am en route Mr. Sangosina’s house. In lieu of the fact that the DPO cannot be reached, could you please inform the Commissioner of Police that we plan to make an arrest under suspicion that he was an accomplice to murder. I will need a warrant sir” Kogberegbe said.

“Sangosina ke? Do you know what you are toying with? Are you sure?” Dr. Okanlawon said

“Sir, we found a mole within the police department and I have reasons to believe he reports to Mr. Sangosina. Mr. Sangosina’s guard died in holding this evening sir, and new evidence placed him at the scene of Ronke’s murder. If only for that, we need to bring him in for questioning”

“Wow” Dr. Okanlawon said “I will make the call immediately and the warrant will be sorted out. Please be sure that you know what you are doing, some waters are unsettled enough I won’t want you to cause further ripples”

“Yes sir” Kogberegbe said in perfect understanding, touched a single button on his earpiece that disconnected the call and resumed full concentration on his driving. Mr. Sangosina belonged to an opposition party and though he wasn’t as popularly known as Dr. Okanlawon, he had potentials which was beginning to draw attention to him nationwide. There was absolutely no way Kogberegbe would arrest him without it becoming a public sensation once the news agencies caught wind of it. And Kogberegbe knew the news people would twist and turn the story till it was made to look like a political war…Kogberegbe could find hard evidence against him.

Sangosina’s pedestrian gate was ajar so Kogberegbe and his men made easy entry into the compound, the reason for it being ajar soon obvious as they saw Sangosina loading his Cherokee Jeep with boxes and briefcases. He was obviously hurrying somewhere, somewhere he had no prior plans of going because everything looked haphazard.

“Going somewhere?” Kogberegbe asked in a tone that made Sangosina jump out of his skin; he wasn’t prepared for this visit and he visibly quivered. Kogberegbe was amused considering how confident and scary Mr. Sangosina had previously portrayed himself.

“What are you doing here?” Mr. Sangosina demanded

“You are under arrest for aiding and abetting in the murder of Ronke Okanlawon” Kogberegbe said

“You are insane” Sangosina laughed but when the police officers moved close to cuff him, he became erratic “You can’t arrest me based on presumptions! I have rights!!”

“Yes” Kogberegbe said “You do have the right to remain silent, as anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law”

“You don’t know what you are dealing with!” Mr. Sangosina said angrily.

“I intend to find out” Kogberegbe responded as they led Sangosina to the car like a ram who knew for sure that he was headed for slaughter.

 

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

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Truly when Kogberegbe tried to call the number again, it was switched off. Who could this be, he wondered. According to the message, the person had the sim card for only one reason- communication with Ronke or with a small sect of people at the most whom he could cut himself off from easily. Kogberegbe’s instincts told him that there was a high possibility that this was Ronke’s killer . and he was now certain that the person was an influential one, maybe a politician or a successful businessman. At the same time,  it could be a high ranking cultist. But whoever it was, he was influential in his world. In his summary, Kogberegbe knew he now had to look deep at three places: UNILAG, the political world and the clubhouse, where he suspected would be the link between Ronke and businessmen if it was a businessman involved. None of the three would be an easy crack.

Musa sat with his friends; they played draft and ate ‘goro’ as usual but Musa wasn’t really interested. He was far more excited about his new possession- his Nokia phone. His friends had also advised him to buy ‘momory’ which would enable him save songs on the phone. This, he did with the help of his friend, Sabo. Musa often wondered how Sabo quickly caught on with technology when it was he, Musa who brought him into civilization in the first instance.

Musa found it quite interesting that he didn’t need to depend on his transistor radio to listen to his favorite station- BBC. He so much loved to listen to BBC news even though he didn’t understand a word of what was said. Amongst them though, they usually found a way to interpret the ‘white man’s news’.

As Musa fumbled with the station, he heard a familiar sound; he didn’t know where he knew the sound from or what he associated it with but a part of his mind kept wandering towards the sound until he was forced to take his concentration off the radio and investigate the sound. He realized it was someone’s phone, Kemta; and he noticed that Sabo was also staring at Kemta, annoyance registered on his face. Kemta, one of his friends had missed his call because he was serving his turn of the game; now he fumbled through his pocket for the phone, a contented smile on his face regarding the beautiful game he just played. Musa turned back his concentration on his own phone.

“Aaah, Ayi” Musa heard Kemta say, referring to his wife. Kemta’s phone started ringing again and this time, Musa’s head jerked up; not just because the ringing tone was totally out of their circle, but because he now remembered whom he associated the ringing tone with- Ronke. One look at the phone and he knew it belonged to his late madam. Musa’s heart sank, but he knew he had to act immediately, and that he had to be wise about it. He allowed Kemta to finish his call and announce that his wife had just delivered “Mata na ta aiku yaro”. They all rejoiced with him and started up a chatter which Musa’s heart was detached from. He found the perfect moment to excuse himself and he did so. Back at his designated duty post, Musa dialed Kogberegbe’s number, just as he had taught him.

Kogberegbe was within UNILAG premises when Musa’s call came through. His communication was a mixture of Hausa and the little he could muster of English. The rant was totally confusing, but he knew Musa not to be a man of many words so he was sure something had unsettled him. He told Musa to calm down and that he would make his way over as soon as possible.

Kogberegbe was making headway in the school and had no intention of leaving anytime soon. From the many students he interviewed, he confirmed his hunch that Ronke’s clique consisted of no less than two known cult members, emphasis on “known”. This was only enough to base his assumptions on, not make any arrest since he couldn’t place any one of them at the murder scene- yet. After gathering as much information as he could for the day, which included names of known cultists in the school, Kogberegbe made his way to the bank, armed with Ronke’s cheque book and a court order giving Kogberegbe full access to the account details. The bank manager was surprisingly cooperative and after two painful hours howbeit laced with VIP treatment, Kogberegbe left the bank with statement of account that dated a year back. It was quite bulky.

Then Kogberegbe made his way to the Okanlawon’s residence where he found Musa pacing  within the premises. He looked relieved when he saw Kogberegbe and hurried to him. He explained as best as he could that he’d seen Ronke’s phone with one of the guards and that he thought it might be useful to Kogberegbe’s investigation. Kogberegbe couldn’t believe his ears.

“Who is the phone with?” Kogberegbe asked

“Kemta” Musa responded

“And he dared use the phone in public?” Kogberegbe said, wondering at the guts “Take me to him at once” Kogberegbe hurried Musa on. He wished he had known the urgency of Musa’s call, now he hoped he hadn’t wasted valuable time. Kogberegbe scanned his head for the list of guards he interviewed on the day of the incidence; whoever this Kemta character was, definitely didn’t make his list.

“Have I seen this Kemta before?” Kogberegbe asked

“Aaah. Kemta he come from home yesterday yesterday” Musa said raising his hand in explanation. Kogberegbe had an idea of what he meant and that was all that mattered.

Musa enquired from his friends of Kemta’s where-about, they simply shrugged their ignorance so Musa decided that they should check the house he guarded but he was still nowhere to be found. Kogberegbe nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that Sabo had crept up behind them. Together, they searched the compound but didn’t find Kemta. Musa and Sabo started towards the gate, concluding that Kemta  was on the run. Kogberegbe however paused to assess the gatehouse because he thought he could make out a silhouette behind the curtain. Adrenalin pumping and obvious alarm in his eyes, Kogberegbe kicked down the fragile door, coming to face with what he feared he had seen. Hanging limply from the ceiling was Kemta’s obviously lifeless body. Musa gasped and Sabo murmured “Alah- Akbar”

As he took in the scene, he heard police siren and was momentarily shocked. “Did you call the police?” Kogberegbe asked Musa.

“Ah ah” Musa responded, shaking his head, palms up.

“Who else knew that you called me?” Kogberegbe asked

“Oga no anybody, walahi” Musa said, raising two fingers for emphasis.

Kogberegbe was furious as he only managed to snap a picture of the corpse before the policemen swarmed the room. This further made Kogberegbe wonder; how did they know where to come, when the incidence had barely been unveiled. The policemen were quickly followed by Musa’s friends and then news-seeking locals. Kogberegbe watched as the policemen lousily carried out their duties, the perimeter wasn’t even sealed which allowed for scene contamination, and in a flash the corpse had been brought down.

“He’s dead” He heard one of the officers call out, this made him smile because he knew that was a medical error since only a Medical professional could declare the death statement, even if the body was already showing signs of rot.

Abu rooted himself beside Kogberegbe, dishing out orders. He must enjoy it, Kogberegbe thought barely seconds before Abu smugly announced to him that he had just been promoted.

“Good for you” Kogberegbe said with a smile. Sabo muttered something that Kogberegbe didn’t understand so he turned to Abu for explanation.

“’Nemesis; Conscience’. That’s what he said. He obviously believes that when someone does something wrong, it gets to a  point where either nemesis catches up with you or your conscience causes you to admit your guilt”

“So Kemta suddenly started feeling guilty and decided to hang himself after showing his phone in public?” Kogberegbe asked, and from the surprised look he gave in response, Kogberegbe was sure he knew nothing about the phone. Abu however shrugged and left Kogberegbe’s side to carry out his high rank duties. Kogberegbe stooped beside the corpse, assessing it. Something seemed fishy about the whole set up but he couldn’t place a finger on it. The body felt cold to the touch and a bit stiffened which meant that Kemta hypothetically hanged himself barely minutes after Musa called Kogberegbe. Why would he bother to bring the phone out in everyone’s presence, jeopardizing his cover only to kill himself because of it. Why didn’t he sell the phone or simply toss it? On assessing the rope with which he theoretically hanged himself, Kogberegbe realized it wasn’t tight enough around the neck to have caused him to die so fast. He then checked the picture he had taken, Kemta’s head tilted in an awkward angle inconsistent with the rope pattern. It seemed as if Kemta’s neck had been snapped- just like Ronke’s.

Kogberegbe motioned for Abu “This doesn’t add up”

“How do you mean? The case has been wrapped, I just called the office to give preliminary report. The DPO should call Dr. Okanlawon soon with the news that we solved the case. It’s a wrap detective”

“This man didn’t kill himself” Kogberegbe said.

“With due respect detective, I understand that you are trying to impress Doc but I have been ordered to wrap up this case”

“How did you get here so fast?” Kogberegbe asked him now

“Anonymous tip” Abu responded

“It was barely five minutes after I discovered the body that you arrived, it means the ‘anonymous tip’ must have known about the body even before it was discovered” Kogberegbe observed.

“If you want your name recorded in the report as having found the body, that can be arranged. If you’ll excuse me please…” Abu said and started walking  away.

“One minute Abu” Kogberegbe called after him

“Yea?”

“I need a favour” Kogberegbe said, eyes fixed on Sabo who stared right back at him as if monitoring his every word and move “I need you to take Sabo in for questioning”

“Why’s that?”

“Let’s just say I have a hunch”

“Detective, that is against the law. The Nigeria police does not operate in barbarism!”

Kogberegbe rubbed his temple, trying to suppress his annoyance “When I got this job, I realized I may have to work through brick walls like you, so I carried out some digging into the background of some officers, you inclusive. I have a copy of the transactions you authorized last June” Kogberegbe said “If it is made public, I can assure you that you stand to lose your job. I am sorry I have to stoop so low as to blackmailing you, but you leave me no choice”

Abu’s eyes widened “That was an authorized operation”

“I also have the list of your superiors that authorized it covertly. I promise you I will leave no stone unturned in getting it out to media houses, it will be far beyond your control. You will have to be looking at a federal case”

“You wouldn’t” Abu said, lips slightly trembling.

“Try me” Kogberegbe said, meeting his gaze

“Arresting him on no grounds can still cost me my job”

“That’s a probability, blackmailing you is a certainty. You have a choice to make”

“But I have to take permission for every action I take” Abu said

“You were swarmed with the suicide case, I ordered Sabo’s arrest” Kogberegbe offered

“I hope not to work with you ever again” Abu said through gritted teeth.

“I won’t  look forward to it” Kogberegbe responded.

Abu beckoned on two of his men “Do as he says” he ordered them eyes still fixed on Kogberegbe

Kogberegbe led the men towards Sabo, who was weaving his way through the crowd, obviously in on the plan to have him arrested. He glanced back, saw that Kogberegbe and the men were gaining grounds and he picked up pace.

“After him” Kogberegbe ordered. The policemen caught up with Sabo in no time and had him handcuffed.

“Thank you” Kogberegbe said to them and walked towards Abu

“Walahi you go pay for this nonsense wey you do. Why you wan talk say you arrest me now???”

Kogberegbe stopped short in his strides, turning round sharply to look at Sabo who communicated beautifully in Pidgin English. Even Musa appeared shocked. Now, more than before, Kogberegbe was certain that Sabo wasn’t who he pretended to be. All the while, he fooled everyone into believing he was one of the proper Hausa clan who only understood English sparingly.

“Sabo…” Musa called, then followed up with some local dialect

“Shut up you fool!” Sabo responded menacingly and Musa visibly flinched.

“Interesting” Kogberegbe said, taking in Abu’s surprised look. “Can I take him ahead to the station with one or two of your men?” Kogberegbe asked Abu

“Sure” He responded “I just have to wait here for forensics”

“Hmm” Kogberegbe said, ignoring the urge to criticize the fact the Abu and his men put the cart before the horse once again, as they always did in their investigations. He simply smiled and made his leave.

Talk about torturing, Naija police definitely knew their way around that! Within the short while Sabo arrived at the station, he’d been shown the other side of the law. No one bothered to ask Kogberegbe what basis he was holding Sabo on. The fact that he was arrested and brought in handcuffed could only mean one thing- he was guilty. Actually though, Kogberegbe still had no solid proof against Sabo and if only he had a good lawyer or knew his rights, he would know that the police couldn’t hold him beyond twenty four hours unless they find substantial evidence against him. Kogberegbe could only hope that they could make him believe they had evidence, and as such force a confession out of him. Sabo’s little apartment had been swept by the police after Kogberegbe left, nothing was found there that could incriminate him- or so they said. Kogberegbe knew it would have been best for him to be there while they searched but he had too much on his plate to handle at once. Kogberegbe browsed through the phone that was confiscated from Sabo, it was wiped clean. However, Kogberegbe observed that it was an expensive Sony Ericson, wondering how Sabo could have managed to afford such or why he needed it in the first instance. Kogberegbe decided to call Abu to check if he was still on site, he was.

“Could you please go to Musa, I want to ask him a few questions and I’d like you to kindly interpret”

“Sure” Abu responded, obviously still pissed off with Kogberegbe. A few minutes later he was with Musa, his phone on speaker.

“Musa, remind me how you found out that your betrothed disappointed you?” Kogberegbe questioned and Musa went into a frantic Hausa correspondence, obviously glad that he didn’t have to respond in English. Through Abu, Musa confirmed that it was Sabo who suggested that they call home, the message had come through Sabo and Musa had been too distraught afterwards to make a follow-up call.

“And afterwards he started getting you drunk while he kept watch over the house?” Kogberegbe asked further and Abu affirmed. “Ok Musa, here is what I want you to do for me ok? Call home right now, find out about your wife. I will call right back ok?” Kogberegbe waited for Abu to get back on the line “Thanks Abu. Please call me back immediately he’s made contact with his people. And please bring him back to the station with you; I worry for his safety out there.”

“Ok I will” Abu said and got off the phone.

Kogberegbe was certain that Sabo was involved in the murder; he found a way to get Musa in a sad state so as to introduce him to drinking. He probably even laced the alcohol with pills that ensured that Musa was knocked out long enough to prepare for his evil act. His physique would also match the suspect profile and also perfect for Kemta’s framed suicide. He had plenty of time to set the scene, plus easy access to all the houses that his friends guarded on the estate. Kogberegbe believed that Sabo either committed the crime with Kemta who felt he had become a loose end that needed to be tied up, or Sabo committed the crime on his own then gave Ronke’s phone to Kemta to sell but the latter held on to it. Once Sabo realized the slip, he knew it was just a matter of time before Kemta pointed him as the source. A problem however remained…Sabo’s blood didn’t match the sample taken at the scene. That either meant Sabo was not the killer or there was more than one killer; but then also, the sweep of the scene didn’t suggest there was more than one killer that entered Ronke’s room.

Just then, Abu called him back “He wants to speak with you” Abu said simply

“I’m listening” Kogberegbe said.

“Eeeh, Oga my wipe eee, mpchew heeee” Musa struggled with the English for a while and decided to let Abu worry about it so he went into a frantic Hausa, ending it will “Sabo e not my priend at all at all, he wicked flinty! Kai mana!!”

Abu informed Kogberegbe that none of the things Sabo said about Musa’s betrothed was true and that they were expecting Musa back at home for the marital rites. Musa was excited about the whole turn of event, and Kogberegbe now had something to go on. Moments later, his phone rang; it was Dana.

“Hey D” Kogberegbe said

“Your fetal test is ready detective. We however need a sample to match it against” She said, going straight to the point. Kogberegbe could imagine that she was swamped with work.

“Wow, that’s good news. Let’s start with the boyfriend”

“Cool, I’m on it. I’ll get back to you” Dana said

“Thanks Dana” Kogberegbe said and got off the phone. He was just following protocol, he was almost certain that Dapo’s test against the fetus would come back negative.

His phone rang again, this time it was Dr. Okanlawon sounding quite excited.

“I heard you’ve got the murderer” Dr said, going straight to the point as if he had no time to waste.

“How did you hear this sir?”

“Well done detective. I knew you would crack the case” Dr Okanlawon said and Kogberegbe could almost hear a laugh in his voice.

“Sir…”

“Do I need to come over?”

“Sir, I haven’t yet found enough evidence to tie him to the scene”

“Then find it” Dr said impatiently

“Yes sir.”

“Good” Dr. Okanlawon said

“And sir, if Sabo did kill Ronke, I am certain that he didn’t work alone. I don’t believe a common gateman would have any motive to murder the girl sir”

“Well, he was no ordinary gateman from what I hear right?”

“Yes sir”

“So find the motive. I want the bastard to rot in jail.”

“Yes sir”

“And Kogberegbe, don’t let my information always come from outside source”

“Yes sir”

“Good work” Dr. Okanlawon said and the line went dead.

Next, it was the DPO’s call the came through to his phone

“What madness is this I hear about? Why would you arrest an innocent man?” The DPO said

“Sir, I have reasons to suspect…”

“We don’t make arrests based on suspicions detective. We investigate suspicions!!!” He shouted

“Yes sir” Kogberegbe simply said, knowing it was fruitless to argue with the DPO

“Now I want you to release the boy without further ado. And when I return from my journey,  I want a full report and letter of apology duly addressed to the young man and the entire family he is associated with. Do you understand?”

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

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Kogberegbe wondered how rude these kids have become, lips pursed. But he was thankful for the timely jolt. How could he have been drowning in such silly thoughts about women? The first thing he did was delete his ex-wife’s number from his phone. He knew that for him to be able to move on, he had to shed some of the weight he carried. He took the picture which he had kept dear over years, and carefully laid it in the waste basket, his secretary would throw it away first thing in the morning. It was difficult for him, but he knew that if he had to face the future bravely, he had to let go of the past which held him captive for so long.

He picked up his phone, recorder, notepad and headed out of his office, switching off the lights as he left. He secretary closes at 6pm, he made it a rule for her to leave the office, whether or not he was back from field work. She had a lovely family and Kogberegbe encouraged her to keep it intact; the least he could do was send her home to them in good time.

Kkogberegbe would have loved to go in his own car, but he didn’t want to spook Fadekemi. His car was an old model, the colour unique and hence it would stand out. If anyone didn’t want him to find the killer, they could go an extra mile to permanently keep someone else quiet if that someone else posed a threat. Kogberegbe didn’t want to risk another innocent life. He flagged down an empty cab. One of the good things about Lagos is that you’d hardly ever find a shortage of cabs. Even private car owners sometimes shuttle their cars to earn extra cash.

“Shoprite” Kogberegbe said through the window.

“#2,500” The driver said

“What!” Kogberegbe frowned in the darkness. Exploitation! The distance from his office to shoprite wasn’t more than 10 minutes; with traffic perhaps twenty “#2,000” he negotiated.

With a simple nod of his head, the driver agreed to the price and Kogberegbe hopped into the passenger seat. Luckily, traffic wasn’t as bad as Kogberegbe had envisaged, though that also meant he arrived Shoprite five minutes early.

“Oga, you no talk say I go wait o…” the driver started lamenting immediately Kogberegbe told him he would wait while he talked with Fadekemi, and then take him back to his office. Even before the driver finished his lamentation, Kogberegbe thrust #5,000 in his face. That should keep him quiet for a while.

At two minutes to eight, Kogberegbe decided to call Fadekemi. “Just pulling into the car park, slight traffic. I’ll be at the second entrance in three minutes, you need to pick me up. I have an unmistakable red scarf tied round my neck” she said.

“Cool” he said and four minutes later, they were in front of the entrance. Though the red scarf stood out like she’d said, Kogberegbe was confused with the rest of Fadekemi’s outfit. She had big goggles on, in fact, massive; a very short skirt, heavy wig and really high heeled shoes. Kogberegbe told the driver to stop. She saw him immediately and made her way gracefully inside the cab. You’ve got to give it up for these girls, they are classy, Kogberegbe thought, smiling.

“You’re looking at me like you’re judging me det…” Kogberegbe  gave a fake cough to cut her short. He gave her an eye signal, directed at the driver. “well, Kogberegbe”. The driver obviously found the name amusing, for he tried hopelessly to control his laughter, glancing towards Kogberegbe for a brief second.

He cleared his throat as a cover up “Where to now sir?”

“Just find a good spot in the parking lot” Kogberegbe responded.

“So?” Fadekemi looked at him defiantly.

“So what?” He gave her a surprised look. She gave him a matching look and he said “well…you look…dressy. That’s all”

“I mustn’t look different from the other nights when I go out.”

“You dress like this every night?” Kogberegbe asked.

“If you have a problem with it, I could leave”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude” Kogberegbe apologized.

“Can you excuse us for a minute?” Kogberegbe asked the driver.

The driver glanced at him in a ridiculous way “Leave you in my car? My car??”

Kogberegbe showed him the complimentary police badge which he usually carried for such occasions. “Go with your key. And you need not go farther than a few yards” He handed him an extra #5,000 “And that includes taking me back to the office” Kogberegbe gave him a menacing look. He knew the man had already made from him, more than he could probably expect for the whole night.

“I will just be by the bonnet sir o” The driver said.

“That’s fine” Kogberegbe responded, moving from the passenger seat to the back seat for proximity.

“ehn ehn” The driver said, getting out with his keys and rooted himself firmly close to the door, arms akimbo.

Kogberegbe slid forward to switch on the car radio, not because he cared for the music but to ensure the cab driver stood no chance of listening in to their conversation. Even if he wasn’t a direct threat, he seemed to like money enough to make Kogberegbe careful. For all he knew, the man could head straight to a news company to share all he heard.

“Ok, it’s safe to talk now Fadeke” Kogberegbe said.

“Just before the ASUU strike, Ronke seemed excited about something. Before then, she had been acting strange, sometimes totally off, as if something was bothering her that was beyond her control, but she wouldn’t share. She confided in me that she was doing something that could potentially be dangerous. But she wouldn’t tell me much, she said she could take care of herself. I guess she was wrong” she paused “My thinking is that someone had treated her badly and she’d been finding a way to get back at the person. She probably found a way. Her excitement was quite scary.”

“Tell a about this change in attitude, please be as explicit as possible” Kogberegbe said. He had switched on his recorder before changing seats, careful not to raise Fadekemi’s awareness.

“I am not sure if this part is relevant. But sometime last year, Ronke was very sad. Something apparently bothered her but she wouldn’t share. She must have been afraid of something or someone. She gradually sank into herself, blanking out at times, not corresponding coherently and seemingly distant most times. We had to assume it was something to do with her family because all seemed to go well in school. So we all decided to help her stay strong through it, have enough fun to drown the sorrow. After some time, she seemed to find her strength back, she became lively again. But I’m sure this doesn’t have anything to do with the murder, it was a long time ago” she said.

“You never know which little bit of information would be helpful in getting to the root of an investigation. Please go on” Kogberegbe urged.

“There isn’t much to say. About a month ago, she said she found a way to get even”

“Did she tell you who or what she was talking about?”

Fadeke shook her head “She said it was better if I didn’t know the details but she promised to tell me as much as she could as soon as the situation was dealt with. I didn’t push her because I’m sure we all have parts of our lives that we’d rather keep private”

“Sure.” Kogberegbe said, looking up from his writing pad

“I hope you didn’t put my name in that pad of yours?” Fadeke asked frowning.

“Why do you ask?”

“You know, just in case they catch up with you and kill you, I don’t want anyone getting any links to me. I don’t want to die yet”

Kogberegbe was bewildered, but one look at her face and he knew she wasn’t joking “Fadekemi, no one is going to get killed”

“How are you sure of that? Just three days ago, I was with my friend and I could have said the same thing you just said”

Kogberegbe sighed, showed her his writing pad in assurance that her name wasn’t there. There were scary movies everywhere and he was certain that she watched more than a fair share of them.

“You watch a lot of CSI movies don’t you?” Kogberegbe asked.

She laughed boldly “They’re actually my favorite”

“It’s obvious. But you need to slow down yea? Lagos isn’t as bad as L.A or Miami”

“Yea right. I’d rather be safe than sorry. Ronke isn’t safe” Fadekemi said.

“Back to Ronke, did it ever cross your mind that it could have been any of your friends that put her in the scary state? Or a fellow student?” Kogberegbe asked. He noticed the same scared look he observed in her eyes earlier on.

“No” she simply said, avoiding his gaze.

“There’s someone that you’re afraid of within your caucus isn’t there?” Kogberegbe voiced his concern.

“I’m sorry I cannot be of further help detective. I’ve told you all I know though right now it sounds futile to me. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” She tried to open the door.

“No, not at all please” he placed his hand gently on her arm “I’m sorry if that’s a path you wouldn’t like to thread”

She looked stern “It is”

“Then I apologize” Kogberegbe said. “Would you mind if I asked a few more questions?”

“Sure, go ahead” she removed her hand from the door knob.

“What do you think of Ronke’s boyfriend?” Kogberegbe asked

“Dapo?” she asked, surprised “He’s a cool guy, cute too” she said, her eyes betraying envy “They made a fine couple and I’m certain that if Ronke hadn’t met her death, they would have been crowned the couple of the year by the end of this session” a teardrop rolled down her cheek.

“Did Ronke mention her pregnancy?”

Fadekemi looked surprised “What are you talking about?”

“Autopsy showed that she was pregnant as at the time of her death”

“Oh dear! How devastated Dapo must be” she said

“Come on! He’s a kid!!” Kogberegbe said

“What do you mean?” she questioned “If I know of a couple who loved each other truly, it was those two. Dapo would have been excited about it, they would have found a way to make things work.”

“Yet you weren’t aware of this little information?”

“You are honestly not suggesting that Dapo killed her?” she looked angry

“I am not suggesting anything. I am just trying to find a murderer, that’s all”

“I understand your skepticism about him being a Pastor’s son and fathering a child out of wedlock but if they weren’t ready for it, there are ways of going about it; he definitely wouldn’t resort to killing Ronke! That’s ridiculous”

“But you’re certain the child can only be his?”

She looked from side to side “What on earth are u suggesting? First that Dapo is a murderer and now that Ronke was a slut? She was anything but! Of us all, she was the easiest going and I think this is an insult to her memory. And at this point, I don’t know what lunatic put you up to the task of investigating this case”

“Her father did”

“He’s made a grievous mistake” she said, getting out of the car.

“We could drop you close to your car” Kogberegbe called after her

“That won’t be necessary” she tossed over her shoulder, not bothering to look back.

Kogberegbe looked on as she walked away with finesse. She was a refined and intelligent lady but her dressing depicted something demeaning. He wondered how one could dress like this every night, taking in her extremely tight jeans which hugged her buttocks uncomfortably. He knew she dared not bend down. The driver peered in “Would you like to go to Allen sir?”

Kogberegbe was confused only for a second, then he burst out laughing. The driver must have assumed that Fadekemi was a pick up girl and that she did not agree with his negotiation. He laughed loudly and told the driver to take him back to his office.

 

Kogberegbe picked up his car, deciding he still had time to make one more stop which he would have deferred to the next day. He got the name of the club which Ronke and her friends visit, from Dapo. When he made a quick scan of the club and saw no familiar faces, he was a bit relieved. He had pondered on whether he would meet the friends there or not. Kogberegbe caught sight of a couple of mid-age men coming out of where he assumed was the VIP lounge, followed by some pretty girls. The club also had a hotel at the back, he mused at how convenient that was. He sat at the bar, slowly sipping his iced tea. He however noticed the bar man eyeing him suspiciously, sure that not many men showed up at a joint like this and paid so much to gain entry, only to sip iced tea. So Kogberegbe beckoned to him and ordered a bottle of rosé. The man nodded, finished folding his napkin and fetched the drink. Kogberegbe didn’t like alcohol, his system could barely take it down. But his job sometimes warrant that he indulge. The bar was thinning as the barman placed his drink in front of him. As he made to open the small bottle, Kogberegbe touched his arm, slipped him his card and quietly asked if they could meet after his shift. The barman looked from the card to Kogberegbe with hard eyes, not uttering a word. Kogberegbe feared that the man would call bouncers. He couldn’t read his expression at all.

“How much for the drink?” Kogberegbe asked audibly.

“#5,000” The barman answered coldly.

Kogberegbe fringed inside at hearing the cost of a small bottle of rosé, his brows arched for a second but he managed to pull himself back together quickly, reaching inside his pocket. He counted ten notes of #1,000 and slid it towards the man.

“Out back. Ten minutes. Name’s Jack” The barman said, still with the stern look. Kogberegbe thought the man would do better as a bouncer!

Ten minutes later, Kogberegbe’s rosé sat a few sips down at the bar while its owner stood in the hot windy night, waiting for Jack. Ten more minutes, Kogberegbe heard “Yo!” to his right and walked towards Jack.

Thanks for meeting. Name’s Kogberegbe”

“Really?” Jack asked “Thought it was a joke on your card” He still wasn’t smiling “So, your cash’s counting, what’d you want?”

Kogberegbe produced the radiant picture of Ronke which had been used to place her obituary “this girl used to frequent this place. Do you know her”

“Yea. Not so well though, club’s got boundaries. But yea, she’s always here. Haven’t seen her in days though, maybe cos of ASUU strike. I’m sure she’s a student.” Jack’s communication was impressive. Kogberegbe assumed he’s one of the numerous educated Nigerians who had to make a living anyhow for lack of suitable jobs.

“No” Kogberegbe said.

“Excuse me?” Jack said with a confused frown.

“She’s not been here because she’s dead”

“Oh yea?” Jack asked “I’m sorry to hear that”

“I was hoping you could tell me about her”

“Like I said, there are boundaries here so I didn’t know her that well. I believe she was one of the club’s freelance strippers and I know a few of the older men took interest in her. She was pretty”

“Stripper you said?”

 

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“Which part don’t you understand huh? You didn’t think we were going to find out?”

Suddenly, Dapo smiled “there’s been a mix up somehow”

“Really?”

“She wasn’t pregnant; there was no way she could be”

“The autopsy can’t lie”

Dapo’s face dropped “You’re not kidding right?”

“Do I look like a clown?” Kogberegbe said angrily as he slammed his fist on the table that separated them. Dapo jumped and kept quiet

“Good thing your conscience caught up with you. So you freaked out and got someone to knock some sense into her right? Perhaps you didn’t mean so much harm but whoever you sent knocked more sense into her than was necessary. Am I right so far?” Kogberegbe’ anger reached the peak but Dapo kept quiet through his rant “Was it enough to kill her? If you knew you couldn’t face the responsibility, why weren’t you more careful? You are old enough to know the repercussion of having unprotected sex damn it!”

“There was no need to be careful detective Kogberegbe” Dapo finally said in a small voice

“Really?”

“I didn’t do it”

“Save me the sentiment, half of convicted felons have the same thing to say for themselves”

“I didn’t do it!” he screamed to gain Kogberegbe’ attention “we’ve only had sex once, and that was because I insisted. But it was more than a year after we started going out that she agreed to have sex with me and since…”

“But you did have sex right”

“Once detective, I swear, and it was a protected sex. I really can’t understand why she agreed to have sex with me in the first instance because after that first time, she wouldn’t agree to do it again. She said she only did it to prove to me that she had no problem having sex, not that I believed her. After then, she insisted we wait till we get married. I loved her, she capitalized on that and I agreed”

“Probably your protection wasn’t strong enough? She was pregnant, someone got her pregnant and you were the only one she dated!”

“I agree that someone got her pregnant but that someone wasn’t me”

“You said yourself that you had sex, even a one night thingy can result in pregnancy, you cant say you don’t know that”

“I know that however I put this, it will keep looking like I am a suspect but the only explanation is that she must have been seeing someone without me knowing”

“How can you be so sure”

“That only time we had sex was five months ago sir” Dapo said, looking up at Kogberegbe

Kogberegbe grabbed a chair and sat “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure there is a way you can determine the paternity of the foetus. You can test me or do whatever it is you people do, it will come up negative against me”

“Oh no” Kogberegbe said, covering his face with his hands “but if indeed you are innocent like you maintain, like you said, no matter how we look at it, you will always look guilty. Even from this point of view, you still have a motive”

“I know detective. But like you said earlier, I am lucky that you are on this case, you will do your best to nail the real killer won’t you?”Dapo pleaded “if I planned to kill her, I didn’t have to take her out that night, and even if i did decide to take her out, I didn’t have to bring her back, I could have done something along the way. If it was about the pregnancy, I didn’t know about it and even if I did, I could have resorted to drugging her, I wouldn’t go as far as a well planned murder, that’s not the kind of thing that a regular student does, and I assure you I am a regular student with no record of cultism. I never stopped loving her sir, and even now with the knowledge of her betrayal, I love her still. The only hurt I feel is knowing I will never see her again”

Kogberegbe looked at Dapo for a long minute and turned to leave

“Thank you detective” Dapo said

“I’m not helping you” Kogberegbe threw back over his shoulder, irritated “For all I know, you may warm the cell bed for a year.”

“It’s difficult to investigate matters in Nigeria because we don’t have records. But I know you’ll find out the truth”

 

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On his way out, Kogberegbe pondered about what Dapo said. Truly, it took twice the normal effort to get to the root of a crime in countries such as Nigeria. There was a particular case he remembered which the police screwed up before his arrival. Some amateurs robbed an office, leaving foot and finger prints at the scene. When the police first arrived, they questioned the local security men who claimed that it was an insider that did the job and that it wasn’t done at night. Kogberegbe knew they only cooked up this story so as to cover their own lethargic attitude to work, often times they would be found sleeping on duty. The police took their words and immediately started investigating on the assumption that the robbery didn’t take place at night and that a staff committed the crime, thus neglecting important links such as the footprints and the fingerprints. Some staff were immediately arrested and the police took off to the office. They were soon called back by some staff who pointed out the clear footprints on the fully rugged floor of one of the robbed offices. The perpetrator even took off his shoes and the prints were of the person’s bare foot. The police discarded this, saying that it was planted after they left the scene. When the finger prints on the window was shown to them, an officer attempted to wipe the finger prints, asking if it truly was a fingerprint and wondering aloud why the office window was so dirty! There was not much to work on by the time Kogberegbe arrived and he found it difficult to respect the Nigerian police ever since.

Kogberegbe drummed the steering wheel impatiently as he waited for Dana to pick up his call. She did on the third ring.

“Hey pretty. Can you please schedule a DNA test to be taken of the foetus? I need to determine the paternity”

“Let me guess, boyfriend in trouble right?” she chuckled

“They’re always the first suspects”

“I’m on it boss”

“How long will it take to have the result?

“Wouldn’t count on you having that anytime soon. It may take a month, the results you had today was rushed because of its urgency”

“I understand Dana. But can this also be pushed?  I don’t expect to still be on this case in four weeks!”

“Not much I can do boss”

“But I heard there’s a new lab in town and that you no longer have to send samples abroad for results right?”

“Yea, and that’s why it’s going to take four weeks. You know how long things used to stay when we depended on labs across the border”

“Dana, please think up something”

“Criminal samples take priority, but we even have loads of that in the lab. I’ll find a way to push it up the list. Despite that, don’t expect a miracle, it will definitely take days”

“You’re a darling, Dana. Days sound more promising than weeks. Bye” Kogberegbe put the phone in the glove box. In Lagos, you don’t just leave your phone lying around- or anything of importance for that matter. Valuable things had a way of disappearing when you do. His head was throbbing again, and Kogberegbe knew it was because he was out of leads. He would like to wrap the case as soon as possible but the only link he seemed to have would take ‘a few days’ at the minimum.

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“You miss road sergeant?” Sabo asked now.

“Do you know Musa well?” Kogberegbe said, choosing to ignore Sabo’s reference to him as a sergeant.

“My brother Musa be”

“Tell me what’s been happening between you two for the past two weeks”

“Haffen? Nothing haffen”

“Have you been drinking with Musa?”

“Yes sergeant, Musa not haffy. Me I helf him”

“You help him by getting him drunk while he was supposed to keep watch over someone’s house?”

Sabo gave a little laugh “ Musa drunk because he just starting. Later, he be like me, nothing, just okay”

“So, when you drink, you don’t get drunk?”

“Drunk, not me, except fle-enty” he described this, spreading his hands wide

“So, Sabo while your friend was drunk, what were you always doing?”

“Me let Musa sleef” Sabo said proudly “he sleep and he be okay. Me I watch the house and my oga own. When Musa he wake, me I come back, enter my house and work”

“While Musa was drunk and you watched over his house, did you ever hear sounds?”

“Sound? Sound what?”

“Noise, like someone breaking glass” This, Kogberegbe described by smashing an invisible bottle against concrete

“No o” Sabo’s lips slopped “no noise, no”

“Try to think about it Sabo, the killer didn’t do all the preparation to get in in one night. So my guess is that while Musa got drunk and slept, someone…”

“Sabo!” Someone called from inside the house and soon, the owner of the voice, who also happened to be the owner of the house appeared. Kogberegbe met Mr. Sangosina earlier and knew the man didn’t like detectives…or maybe he simply didn’t like Kogberegbe for whatever reason.

“Detective, you’re back so soon. Hope there’s no cause for alarm?” Mr. Sangosina said. He was one of the few men that went to work whenever they felt like. He swung his briefcase, looking immaculate in his well cut three piece suit. Mr. Sangosina was rather short, with a pot belly and a slightly balding head. Kogberegbe guessed he didn’t look too handsome even in his youth.

“I just had to ask your gateman some questions” Kogberegbe said

“You might have considered informing me?”

“My bad sir” Kogberegbe responded

“Bad indeed, because this doesn’t portray a good image of my house. How manymore gatemen in the neighbourhood have you interviewed in seclusion of their bosses?”

“Your gateman was…”

“Exactly, none!” Sangosina said, not waiting for Kogberegbe to make his point “I don’t want you to start giving my neighbours ideas like we house a murderer here”

“I wasn’t suggesting that sir”

“Good, cos you should be spending more time in the Okanlawons’ house before your trail gets cold”

“Pardon me sir?”

“Go ask him” Sangosina said, his eyes bulging “He can’t say he doesn’t know who hates him so much to kill his daughter”

“But you said earlier that Mr. Okanlawon can’t possibly have enemies”

“It shouldn’t be my business to tell you now, should it? Afterall, I’m not the one with a dead daughter and if the grieving father isn’t giving you all the information that should help your investigation, what should my business be in it?”

“What exactly are you suggesting sir?”

Mr. Sangosina raised his briefcase, signaling Sabo to take it to the car. “Since he got to this estate, our peace packed up and left with him. For Christ’s sake detective, he’s a politician! Politicians are bound to have enemies. In case it slipped his memory, ask him to tell you about the most recent uproar – at least the most recent one”

“Sir…”

“I’ve said more than  I should really, you see, Segun- er, Okanlawon is my friend and I shouldn’t go leaking his secrets”

“If you’re helping him unravel the mystery of his daughter’s murder, I wouldn’t think you’re doing him any evil sir”

“I’m running late detective, I hope I have been of help to you. You wont find your murderer here and I sincerely want you to find him but you’re wasting time” With this, Mr. Sangosina headed for his car, Sabo turned diligently beside him, heading for the gate. The driver picked the queue and started the car engine. Just then, Kogberegbe noticed Sabo’s heavily plastered left arm. Kogberegbe had a brief flash of the blood on the windowsill, to the left; they had guessed that the murderer cut himself on his way out. This wound might be consistent with the shape of the glass shard. Excitement flooded through Holme’s system as he asked boldly “How did you sustain that injury, Sabo?”

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Sabo stopped in his tracks, he looked shocked for a brief moment then followed Holme’s gaze on his left arm “ok,this- I one?”

Sangosina stepped out heavily out of his Toyota Camry 2008 series and said coldly “ Show him Sabo”

To this, Sabo removed his shirt to expose other parts of his body which was tattered and heavily bandaged as well. How could someone have so many injuries without being in an accident?

“Were you in an accident?”

“Sabo does more than gate- keeping in this house and happened to fall off a ladder while installing a pipe. There were lots of debris where he worked”

Kogberegbe peered at the wounds, unsure. Sabo could have sustained these wounds long before or after the murder, and there wasn’t enough evidence at the crime scene to account for so many wounds. Nevertheless, Kogberegbe thought he would have Sabo’s blood sample if only to clear his mind of doubt. He noticed Sangosina’s burning glare and said his apologies, then excused himself.

Kogberegbe sought out Musa “How close are you to Sabo?” He asked after exchanging pleasantries with the gateman.

“Kilose?” Musa  responded, confused by the grammar as usual

“Sabo is your friend right?” Kogberegbe simplified

“Priend yes”

“Good friend?”

“Ah, gaskiane, good priend, Sabo, pamily even. Ah, I like Sabo well well and he like me back”

“Is Sabo always injuring himself? He seems to have a lot of cut” Kogberegbe said, demonstrating

“No. no” Musa  said with a downturn of his lips “Sabo serung well well”

“I see, Sabo is very strong right? You don’t see him as a man that should go injuring himself” Kogberegbe interpreted Musa’s statement and Musa  just smiled, his eyes almost closed. “But did he tell you he fell”

“Sabo he pell? Ah me oga, I no know” Musa  said, turning his head from side to side. Just then, a sergeant arrived, Abu, going by the tag attached to his uniform.

“Morning sir” Abu saluted Kogberegbe who responded alike “Glad to catch you here. I was asked to drop this report with you”

“It’s alright. Thank you” Kogberegbe replied, collecting the sealed manila from Abu. Kogberegbe was working closely with the police department on the case and they promised to give all the support they could “I wonder if I could add to your task?”

“I don’t have much doing here really, just to question Doctor further. So if the task isn’t going to take much time sir, I could take it up”

“Please get a med to take a blood sample from the gateman next door, his name is Sabo. When you do, run a match with the sample taken from the windowpane at the crime scene” Kogberegbe hoped to God that Sabo, like many other Nigerians would not know his rights. Since Kogberegbe didn’t have any proof that could put Sabo on the crime scene, he didn’t have any reason to take his blood sample

“Is he a suspect sir?” Abu asked

“I can’t say for sure that…” he couldn’t finish his statement because Mr. Sangosina drove by just then, eyes cold as ice fixed on Kogberegbe. Kogberegbe wondered why the man wouldn’t understand that he was simply doing his job. Mr. Sangosina’s gaze left Kogberegbe and rested on Abu who bowed to the man. Mr Sangosina’s expression softened for a brief second before resting again on Kogberegbe and he drove off, winding up his tinted glass as he did so. Musa  just stood there, his teeth out, eyes squinted, and hands on his hips as his gaze went from one man to another like he was taking in the full details to gist his friends later, howbeit confusing.

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“I’ll see you around then searg” Kogberegbe said, putting on his sunglasses and heading for his car. Kogberegbe’ next stop was Ronke’s boyfriend’s house. Dr. Okanlawon supplied a phone number, which belonged to Ronke’s closest friend who in turn gave him Dapo, Ronke’s boyfriend’s address. The boy’s neighbourhood depicted as much wealth as Dr. Okanlawon’s. This made Kogberegbe smile, the rich almost always want to be acquainted with the rich- a natural phenomenon. Kogberegbe tracked down Dapo’s house number and alighted from his car. At the sound of the door bell, a uniformed maid appeared, bending her knee a fraction, she greeted Kogberegbe politely.

“Good morning” Kogberegbe responded “Er, is Dapo in?” At this, the maid gave a confusing expression which was a blend of alarm, surprise and sadness so Kogberegbe introduced himself as a detective and said “May I see Dapo please? Or does he not live here?” Kogberegbe asked again when the woman still refused to talk

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Another aspect of the story he couldn’t shake was the double life the girl lived. That could be an important lead he was omitting.  What if she and not her father had made a strong enough enemy to get her killed?

Kogberegbe double checked his house security system and drove out of his garage. His car, like his favorite jeans, was well used.

As he sped along the deserted road, he leisured in the cool breeze and absence of traffic jam. The car stereo was blaring a rock song that helped to get him in the swing of things. Anyone who saw him at this time would not have the faintest idea he was a detective. This suited Kogberegbe fine, the more his true identity remained hidden, the better his chances of penetration during tough cases.

By the time Kogberegbe got to the Okanlawons’ estate, his mind was clear and set to analyze the task at hand. His first few stops were to the Okanlawons’ neighbours. He needed outsiders’ view of the family as there could be things Dr. Okanlawon wouldn’t want Kogberegbe to know, because of his reputation. When he got to the first house, he was glad he’d decided to set out early.

Making a living in Nigeria, especially in some densely populated cities, meant leaving the house before day break, and a surety of not making it back home till very late at night. Kogberegbe watched as the mom scolded the older of their two children to move fast as they were running late. It was just 5:45am. The father gave Kogberegbe a look that said he wasn’t welcome at this time at all. He shook hands with Kogberegbe reluctantly and his wife checked the time while the two children looked sleepy and cold. Kogberegbe assured the man he would only take a while.

“Sure” The neighbour, Mr. Adamson said.

“I assume you’re aware a murder was committed in this neighbourhood yesterday” Kogberegbe said

“Yeah, heard. It’s unfortunate but I’m sure if there’s a way we could be of help, we will”

“Did you hear or see anything out of the ordinary in the early hours of last night?” Kogberegbe asked

“Not at all. Judging by the number of hours I put into my work, you wouldn’t blame me for sleeping like a log, which is what I do. Moreover, the Okanlawon’s house is two houses away. There’s a low probability I hear an occurrence in my own house, much less theirs” Adamson said, smiling humorously.

“Understandable. Do you have a night guard?”

“No. we just moved in and still trying to get our own footing” Adamson said

Kogberegbe surveyed the building “How well do you know the Okanlawons?”

“I’m afraid, not much” Adamson sighed “Almost everyone in this estate work hard and barely notice one another. We’re all hardly ever at home- with the exception of some housewives. But from what I know, Dr. Okanlawon and his family are a polite bunch. They were really warm and welcoming when we moved in and though we don’t see much of one another, I know them to be a good family”

“Do you think Dr. Okanlawon might have some strong enemies?”

Adamson gave a weak smile “Don’t we all have enemies?  As for strong ones, you’ll have to ask him because I’ve not seen or heard about him getting on many people’s wrong side- not Dr.”

“What about Ronke, Dr Okanlawon’s daughter?”

“She was a warm girl. Pity she got unlucky with fate, whoever did it must be insane. The girl would never hurt a soul. She was easy going, smiled radiantly and would greet from afar, even if you didn’t see her. We’ve heard people say they would want their children to have her kind of spirit. She mostly stayed indoors and if she had to go out, must get back home before eight pm. That’s about all I know of her, mostly gathered from what others say about her in the estate”

“Thanks, you’re been of great help” Kogberegbe lied.

“Glad I could” Adamson said, shaking Kogberegbe’ hand again before Kogberegbe passed him his complementary card

“Just in case anything comes to your mind which you have omitted, or you see anything unusual, please give me a call”

“Sure” Adamson said, walking Kogberegbe to the gate and opening it wide for his car’s passage

“Sorry I took your time. Bye” Kogberegbe said.

 

Kogberegbe interviewed some more families but didn’t get any new information. Everyone believed Ronke and her parents didn’t keep late nights. No one thought Dr. Okanlawon could have an enemy that would hate him so much as to hurt him. This left Kogberegbe retracing his steps to his starting point- Dr. Okanlawon’s gateman. Musa looked like his world had fallen apart. Kogberegbe doubted that he had his bath or even slept at all.

“Oga, that one, not froblem” Musa responded when Kogberegbe pointed it out to him “I no haffy”

“Well, you shouldn’t be. You were sloppy with your work and someone got killed” Kogberegbe said bluntly

“Thank you oga.” Musa replied with a smile, apparently without comprehension “Madam no well again. Oga carry  madam go hosfital por morning. Oga sep pit no stay again. To kill me right”

“You shouldn’t talk that way Musa” Kogberegbe said, trying to calm him down “You don’t deserve to be killed, even though you made some mistakes. What you can do now is to help me find the girl’s killer”

“Ah, oga, I want now!” Musa said as if he was offended that Kogberegbe thought he wouldn’t help “Me not haffy”

“So, let’s start from here” Kogberegbe said, leading Musa to a bench even though Musa was bent on punishing himself to death. “Musa, I want you to relax okay?”

“I okay” Musa said unconvincingly.

“Now Musa, I want you to think deeply” Kogberegbe said.

“yes sir” Musa replied

“Was there any time during the day that you left the house?”

“Lept?me I no lept the house anytime. Pood sep, na when pood seller come to me, I buy pood, chof am por oppice there” Musa said, pointing to the gatehouse that now housed a new gateman

“Okay, so tell me about yesterday, starting from the morning, what did you do all day?”

“I not do flinty. I not even chof” Musa said miserably.

“Then you must have heard when the glass was broken” Kogberegbe prodded and Musa looked even more miserable, silent and not catching Holme’s glance. Kogberegbe’ heart started beating faster. “There’s something you aren’t telling me right? “ At this, a tear rolled down Musa’s face “Talk to me Musa, help me find this killer, then at least Ronke can be avenged and you can find some peace”

“I drunk” Musa said in a small voice

“You got drunk?” Kogberegbe asked, to which Musa nodded. “Why and how? Tell me about it”

“I not know how to drunk bepore. My wipe por billage I want marry, they marry her to give another ferson” Musa stated feebly

“Okay, go on”

“I not haffy. My priend not like me not haffy and say to helf me”

“So, your friend helped you by getting you drunk?”

“It do good. I drunk and I sleef and I wake and only headache, I not thinking flinty about my wipe again because apter I wake, not long, oga or madam come and work start again”

“So, you got drunk and slept off all through the day till when your boss got back?” Kogberegbe said bewildered

“Yes oga”

“While you were drunk, do you realize anyone could have sneaked  in to lay all the pathway that made the murder easy?”

“Sir?”

“Never mind. How long have you been doing this…drinking to stupor I mean?”

“I not drunk to anywhere o oga, na just here por my oppice”

“Ok, how long have you been drinking? When did this start? Yesterday? Last week?”

“Not last week, another week”

“You mean week before the last?”

“Last last week?”Musa said nodding

“So, who’s this friend that introduced you to drinking?”

“Sabo, na Sabo. He gateman there” Musa said pointing at their neighour’s house, separated by bush “My priend, Sabo is. Me I bring Sabo prom home por North, tell oga there” He pointed again at the building “I gibe am gateman, Sabo good strong man prom my billage. He come and he become gateman, we good priend”

“I see. So you have a close relationship with this Sabo. Ok, on the night of the murder, where was Sabo?”

“Aah, me no know. Sabo always inside por night”

 

“Alright then. I guess I’ll have to talk to your friend. Musa, when was the last time you ate?” When Musa continued to look at him blankly, Kogberegbe added “food”

“Oh pood? Me no want pood. They hang me, kill me”

“No Musa, you don’t deserve to be hanged. I want you to find something to eat. You’re good to me alive than dead okay?”

“Me no want pood” he insisted

“But I want you to okay? Please” Kogberegbe stood firm and Musa kept quiet, averting his face. Kogberegbe headed for the neighbour’s compound. He’d been there earlier that morning but didn’t learn anything different from what others had to say. Though Kogberegbe greatly doubted that the murderer lived in the neighbourhood, it was his job to explore all possibilities. The killer might have had some help which could be anyone in the neighbourhood. Or at the least, Sabo might have been awake and witnessed something while Musa was in drunken sleep.

Sabo didn’t look too pleased at the sight of Kogberegbe.

“You come bepore” Sabo said, in the same adulterated English with which Musa spoke, not masking his displeasure to see Kogberegbe.

“I know I have been here before. There’s been a recent development and I’m afraid I have to question you again if you don’t mind”

“Oga e not like disturb. He want to go out not long now…”

“Never mind, I’m not here to see your boss” Kogberegbe cut in, studying Sabo’s features while he spoke with him. Sabo was very dark skinned like the other gatemen in the neighbourhood, typical of northerners; but he didn’t look half as fragile as the other men. Sabo was averagely built and about 5’9. He also carried a cool expression that convinced Kogberegbe that Sabo drank regularly. From his facial features, he also smoked a great deal.

 

 

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