ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 65 – 69 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 65 – 69 by dy9ty7

Sandra was seated comfortably on a couch in
a trance, reminiscent of
the events of the day. She couldn’t bring
herself to the conclusion that
everything was a coincidence, as far as she
was concerned, she had no
business with any group of people or hoodlum
to the extent that they’ll
be after her precious and beautiful life. She
knew she had business with
some group of blackmailers but the question
troubling her mind was the
fact that does blackmailers kill their victims?
She had no answer to
these questions but she hoped for the best.
She picked up her phone and dialled her
financial manager. Her cousin.
“Hello Frank.” She said immediately he picked
the call.
“Hello sis.” Frank replied.
“I need you to help me transfer the sum of
eight million naira into a
cayman’s account.” Sandra said without
thinking twice.
“Bad joker. Stop playing pranks here. Why will
you want to transfer
that huge amount into a Cayman’s account?”
Frank asked.
“Look here Frank, am not joking. Do this or I
do it myself. And
remember, I own my money.” She replied
angrily.
“Big sis, calm down. I know you own your
money because you worked
for it but eight million naira is a huge sum to
transfer into a faceless
account.” Frank replied calmly.
“Frank, I don’t want to talk about this
anymore. Do the transfer
and I’ll be waiting for feedbacks from my
bank.”
“Now I understand. Big sis is in a big trouble
and she has no one
to talk to. Don’t worry, I’ll be there in an hour,
then you can talk to
me.” Frank said.
“Just do what I asked you to do.” She replied
and hung up.
Frank, a graduate of banking and finance
started working with her
cousin, immediately after his youth service
and Sandra sponsored him to
do his masters programme by paying him an
exhorbitant amount per month
as his salary. Even though, Frank now works
in the embassy, he still
performs the function of finance director/
adviser to his cousin’s
modelling business.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Deoye was seated in a popular bar in the city
of Lagos, thousand
kilometers away from the school campus.
Scorpion(one of his loge mate
and member of his gang) walked into the bar.
He surveyed the whole bar
and smiled when he saw someone wave from
the far end. He walked towards
the table.
“Guy, how far?” Scorpion asked.
“I dey o. How you dey?” Deoye asked.
“I bam.” Scorpion replied.
“Barman.” Deoye beckoned to one of the men
taking orders and serving
the customers.
“O boy, you fvck up o.” Scorpion said
immediately the barman took
his orders and walked away.
“I know. But I was on a revenge mission.”
Deoye said defensively.
“Defence mission which is about landing you
into trouble. At least
you for carry us along na, not even me your
closest pal.” Scorpion
poured out.
“Ma guy, no vex, I want it to be a one man
hit. Then you all can
celebrate with me when am through with the
game. Moreso, remember, you
didn’t carry any of us along when you raped
those twin girls last year.”
Deoye explained.
“Agreed, but this is different. You’ve single-
handedly killed three
of these girls. I doff my hat for you. Deo, the
hitman.” Scorpion said
laughing.
“But come guy, what’s the situation?” Deoye
asked.
“The police are looking for you. They already
have Darasimi in
custody and am afraid she has poured
everything out. One girl claimed she saw you
when you killed Chioma. The next destination
of the police is your parents house.” Scorpion
explained.
“My parent’s house? In Minna?” Deoye asked.
“All they need to do is contact the police
department over there.”
“Dad and mum are currently in Thailand
chilling.” Deoye replied.
“Good one there. Guy in have to go.” Scorpion
announced.
“Do me a favour guy.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“That girl that claimed she saw me. Drop her
for me.” Deoye said.
“Am on it.” Scorpion replied as he shook
hands with Deoye and left.

Episode 66

Barrister Benson was on the phone making a
call with only God knows
who. He was visibly angry but he was trying
hard to keep his anger in
check by keeping his voice low. Even though it
seemed herculean.
“Look here girl, I can’t because you have my
pictures, then start
worshipping you. A man first called me and he
requested for five million
because of this same pictures. Now you are
here calling me and asking
for a sum of two million naira. Where on earth
do you want me to get
that?” Benson asked angrily as he walked into
the kitchen.
He turned immediately he saw his wife
cooking.
“Am not disputing that. But tell me why you
want to destroy my
home? You know I love my wife and issues
such as this will destroy the
relationship we have struggled to build over
the years. I’ll pay you but
not now. I need to sort some things out first.”
He succumbed.
“Thank you very much.” He said and hung up.
He wiped his sweaty face with an hankie and
he made to return into the
bedroom he met an obstacle. His wife,
Amarachi was standing with arms
akimbo.
“Oh baby.” He said and made to walk away.
“Who was that?” Amarachi, Amara for short
asked.
“Just some business partners.” Benson
replied.
“The last time I checked, Ben, you are a
lawyer. Tell me, when did
you become a business man? And if you’ll be
sincere with me, what’s the
nature of your business?” Amara asked.
“I don’t mean business in that sense. I mean
my client, they have a
case with the government and they want me
to do it for them”
“So, if they are your clients, who is the one to
pay? You or they?”
Amara asked.
“They of course and that’s what we were
discussing.”
“With pictures? With your marriage? With your
wife? Steady
realationship? Baby are you hiding something
from me?” She asked.
“How do you expect me to answer these
questions? They are way too
many to be answered by one person.” He
replied tactically.
“Tell me the truth. Who are you talking to on
phone?”
“Look here woman! You are begining to dig
into something that
doesn’t concern you. I am a lawyer and you
are not. You know nothing
about the job. So please leave me alone and
let me do my job.” He said
angrily.
Amara sighed.
“Fine. Anyways, am sorry.”
“Whatever.” Benson said and made to walk
out of the living room.
“Your food is ready.” She announced.
“Take it to the dogs.” He replied and walked
out of the living
room.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chief Patrick walked into the hospital just in
time when Kelvin drove
into the premises. Everywhere became dead
silent and no one moved about
immediately Chief Patrick walked in. The
director of the hospital
descended from the top floor to welcome the
top politician.
“You are welcome sir.” The DG(director
general) said.
“Where is my son?” Chief Patrick asked.
Just then the door reopened and Kelvin
walked into the reception.
“Dad, what really is the matter?” He asked.
“Hold it son. Don’t ask questions.” Chief
Patrick replied.
The DG led father and son out of the reception
into the ward where
Clement was being treated. The ward is a
typical example of what could
be described as a royal ward or executive
ward.
He was sleeping by the time they entered and
a young policewoman sat
on the chair by his bedside.
“Welcome sirs.” She said greeting the three
men.
“Yeah thank you Miss Ngozi.” The doctor
replied.
“Was she the one who brought him here?”
Kelvin asked.
“No, but she called his line exactly when he
was brough in. Some
men of the LASTMA brought him in.” The
doctor replied.
“For how long will he be here?” Chief Patrick
asked.
“He’ll be discharged as soon as possible,
maybe tomorrow. All he
need to do is come here occassionally for
check up. You know to
ascertain how his wonds heal.” The DG
replied.
“Okay. Kelvin, am off.” Chief Patrick
announced.
“Okay daddy.” Kelvin replied.
Chief Obi Patrick walked out of the ward with
the Director General, leaving a handsome
Kelvin with a pretty Ngozi and a cute sleeping
Clement in the ward.
“Kelvin is my name.” He said stretching his
hand.
“Ngozi.” She replied taking his hand.
“So, you are a cop?” He asked.
“Yes, any problem with that?”
“No, not at all. You see, am just suprised that
there are beautiful ladies in the force.” Kelvin
replied smiling. He knew her type. Always
playing hard to get.
She kept quiet and focused on her phone.
“You are beautiful you know?” He said.
She raised up her head and smiled. The kind
of smile that could make one shiver in fear.
“I’ve known that since I was eight.” She replied
shocking him.

Episode 67

Rachel and Onome have been hooled up in
their conversation for almost
an hour, they discussed on every topic they
could lay their hands on.
The only topic they had problem was the
fashion aspect, because the two
women are not fashion or social persons.
“I think I should go back to the kitchen, Chief
would be back any
moment from now.” Onome said standing up.
“No, please stay behind a little. You said he
went to the state house
right? He’ll stay out a little late.” Rachel
pleaded.
“I have a lot to do. You can never predict
Chief, he may decide to
cancel the journey and turn back home. I don’t
want to face his wrath.”
Onome replied fearfully.
“I am here for you, nothing will go wrong.”
Rachel assured.
Onome returned to her seat and picked up the
book she was glancing
through.
Rachel opened a drawer attached to the big
mahogany desk. Shw saw a
diary with the name ‘MEMORIES.’
Her curiousity got the better of her and she
opened the diary. The
sight that greeted her heightened her
curiousity.
She could see a picture of Chief Patrick in his
youthful age with a
gun, handling a machine gun. Words were
scribbled beneathe the
photograph. ‘The eagle team at the porto novo
boarder.’
She flipped to the next page, she saw a
pictured of Chief Obi patrick
in action, an inscription at the base of the
photograph, ‘The eagle
team’ against the custom officers in PN(Porto
Novo)
Even though, the name eagle team rang a bell,
she couldn’t place the
name but she was sure the team was an
illegal group. She drew the laptop
which layed on the table closer and swiched it
on. She connected the
system to the internet and decided to search
for the name ‘eagle team.’
What she saw suprised her and at the same
time, increased her fear.
The ‘eagle team’ was a group of bandits,
hoodlums and hooligans. They
perform so many illegal things during their ten
year action in the
country. They killed innocent souls, caused
political and social unrest
within, the state and above all threatened to
take over the governances.
“My father-in-law, a bandit?” She asked
herself almost speaking
aloud.
“Any problem? What are you doing with the
laptop?” Onome asked her
with a concerned look.
“I saw something, so I decided to search for it
on google.” Rachel
replied.
“What is that?” Onome asked curiously.
“Its nothing serious. Its just the name of an
organization.” Rachel
lied.
She flipped to the third page and got to know
more about the ‘eagle
team’ because, here, the member all took a
group photograph and the
names of everyone of them was written on
each person. Though most of the
then ‘eagle team’ members are dead now, but
the few who are alive are
top political leaders or business tycoon. This
is surely the greatest
revelation of the year, but thank God, they’ve
all turned a new leaf.
She flipped to the second to the last page and
saw a picture taken in
not more than three years ago, Chief Patrick
was seated in a round table
meeting with the secretary to the federal
government representing the
president and some other top government
officials, both past and
present. But above all was the inclusion of
Abdul Maleek in the
photograph, this time, he had no mask and
she recognised him, thanks to
the inscription on his arm and vest.
“So, chief Patrick is one of the sponsors of the
terrorist?” She
asked herlself.
Onome noticed her disturbed look and decided
to ask.
“What’s the problem? you look distrurbed.”
She asked moving close to
her.
“Its nothing.” Rachel asked quickly putting the
diary in the
drawer and shutting down the computer.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes am sure. Lets get out of here please.”
She said standing up and half dragging Onome
out of the room but not after she packed the
glasses and the bottle of wine.
The two women walked out of the study and
entered the living room.
“Please, I need to take a shower.” Rachel
pleaded. Thinking the shower will put her in a
more relaxed state.
“No problem. I’ll be in the kitchen. Take your
time and rest. You know.” Onome replied like
the elder sister she was.
Rachel walked into the room allocated to her
and five minutes later, Chief Patrick returned.

Episode 68

Inside the police headquarters:
Sergeant Mike and Sergeant Habeeb were both
seated on the two chairs
opposite Darasimi’s chair.
“You told us, Deoye paid you fifteen thousand
naira to get Chioma
out of the hiding which you did. But now we
can’t find him. What’s going
on? On getting to his hostel, the occupants
said, there is nobody with
the name Deoye.” Mike asked.
“I know its hard to believe but I have
evidences with me.” Darasimi
replied.
“For the past one week, you claimed to be
having evidences. Every
new day comes with at least an evidence. Do
you think you can play
pranks on us by tricking us day in day out? Or
is it because you are
allowed the freedom to go home and report
here everyday?” Mike asked
angrily.
“Its not as if playing pranks on you will
guarantee my release.
Moreso, it is unheard of to say I killed my
friends. We’ve been together
for many years, we’ve been through a lot. Why
will I want them dead?”
She asked rhetorically.
“The only thing that I know can cause quarrel
between us is the issue
of boyfriends and for two years now, none of
them know I have a
boyfriend. They all though I am single. I can’t
think of hurting them,
not to talk of getting them killed.” She said
tearfully.
“Am less concerned. Where is the evidence?”
Habeeb asked.
“She picked up her phone and scrolled to the
message inbox. There,
they saw a message she recieved from Deoye
the night, Chioma was killed.
“He sent this message just when we alighted
from Stephanie’s car.
And I told her about the proposed meeting.
Just when I dialled his
number to ask of his whearabout, I heard the
gunshot.” She explained.
“This doesn’t lead us to anywhere. He sent
you a message demanding
for your presence, you made to call him and
you heard the gunshot. It
may all be coincidence.” Habeeb replied.
“You are right but in a situation like this, we
have to act and
forget about coincidence or anything.” Mike
said and paused.
“We have to device a plan. You can go for
now.” Mike said to Darasimi who picked up
her phone and left the questionig room.
“What plan do you have?” Habeeb asked.
“You just watch me.” Mike replied standing
too.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
ONE HOUR LATER.
Deoye was lying down in his hotel room,
thinking about the events of the last few
weeks. Just then his phone vibrated.
“Hello Scorpy, how far?” Deoye asked on
picking the call.
“O boy trouble dey o.” Scorpion replied.
“Wetin happen?” Deoye asked.
“The school authority is organising a seminar
for final year students. And registration is on
right now.” Scorpion said.
“Which kind of seminar?”
“It is a very compulsory seminar guy. The
registration is an automatic registration for
the final exams.” Scorpion said.
“You can do it for me can’t you?” Deoye
asked.
“I’ll do it.” Scorpion replied, little did he know
that he was about acting like a bait.
Deoye hung up and walked into the bathroom.
His life seems very complicated right now.
How he wished he said no to cultisim in his
early days in the university.
But a man dies just once. He’ll do it till the
end and if things get out of hand, he is ready
to face tht music. He thought as he opened
the shower.

Episode 69

Kelvin left the hospital late in the night
around 9pm in company of
Ngozi who was given a compulsory day off
just to be with Clement.
“So you stay around where?” Kelvin asked as
soon as he drove out of
the university’s gate.
“Do you intend to drive me home?” Ngozi
asked.
“And what if I do?” Kelvin asked smiling.
“Then, I’ll be happy to disappoint you because
you’ll be dropping
me in the next bus-stop. My husband works at
Access bank.” She replied
smiling.
“Are you saying you don’t like wearing your
wedding ring?” He asked
tactically.
“I love wearing it, but am not yet married. He
is only my
fiancee.” She replied.
Kelvin smiled as he brought the car to a halt.
The traffic seems not
to be moving.
“What’s funny?” She asked.
“I didn’t laugh. I smiled.” Kelvin replied.
Ngozi smiled knowing he is trying to play on
her intelligence.
“But something must have amused you.” She
said.
“Not at all. Am a regular smiler.” He replied.
“Smiler?” Ngozi asked as she bursted into
laughter.
“Is there anything like smiler?” She asked
amidst laughter.
“Since there is something like crier, as in ‘town
crier’ then I
see no reason why we shouldn’t have a word
like smiler.” He replied.
“There could even be something like laugher.
who knows?” She said
laughing.
Kelvin smiled, at least he just achieved his
aim. He has been trying
to make her laugh since but she just kept a
straightface as she gave
smiles.
“Abeg drop me as soon as you have the
chance.” She said, this time
cars have started moving thanks to the traffic
policemen.
“Okay. Guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
Kelvin said swerving off
the road.
“And why will you think like that?” She asked
half smiling and half
frowning. Just like she’s been doing since they
met.
“Won’t you come and check on your crush?”
Kelvin asked.
“My crush? Clement is only a colleague and
mind you, he is married
and as far as I am concerned, his wife Rachel
is a friend. So forget
it.” She replied hastily.
“I hear.”
She opened the passenger door and made to
get out of the car.
“That’s my fiancee over there.” She said
pointing to a man who stood
resting against a Nissan murano.
“Lemme say hi to him” Kelvin said opening the
driver door too.
They both walked towards the man who was
talking to one of his banker
friend.
“Hey baby.” He said hugging Ngozi.
A pang of jealousy hit Kelvin in the face but
he shrugged it off.
“Baby, meet Kelvin. Clement’s brother.” Ngozi
said to her handsome
fiancee.
“Good evening sir and how is Clement doing
now?”
“He is doing much better now. And I’ll like to
correct something. I
am her driver for tonight and so you have to
thank me.” Kelvin said
still holding the youngman’s hand.
The three adults bursted into laughter.
“Okay. Sorry sir and thank you for driving my
queen down here
safely. My name is Tobiloba.” He said.
“Meeting you is the greatest thing that
happened today. Lemme take
my leave now.” He said shaking hands with
Tobiloba(Tobi for short)
“See you some other time dear.” He said
winking referring to Ngozi
who was smiling.
They seemed happy together. He thought as
he hopped into his car and
sped out of the bank premises.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Victoria was dancing with her spirit and the
whole passion in her as
she wriggled and twisted to the rythm of the
song being played in great
abandon. That she failed to notice when her
mother walked into the
living room.
“Victoria.” The elderly woman called for the
upteenth time.
Victoria noticing her mother’s presence
reluctantly walked towards the
music player and turned it off.
“Yes? What is it mum? I thought you are
sleeping already. What are
you doing here?” She asked.
“I need you to explain somethings I saw in
your room to me.” The woman said wearing a
frown.
“What is it that you saw in my room?” Victoria
asked.
“Inside your wardrobe, the inner
compartment.” Her mother replied giving her a
hint as to where she was driving at.
Victoria felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
Inner closet? That’s where most of her secrets
are concealed. There are no two ways about
it, she has been bursted.

ALL IN A CIRCLE
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–to be continued–

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