TEMI 2 Episode 11
Written by Anthony Temiloluwa Kenny (Saintkenz)
Inspector Lance swerved his vehicle to the tranquil street with a perturbed mind. The street looked calm and free from early bustling and flurry of the day. His eyes skimmed around in effort to pick any passer-by or resident but he found none. Then it dawned on him that he was in a only God knows desolated area. But why will this informer ask him to meet him in a danged place like this ? Lance cogitated.
He kept on moving his wheels with his eyes roving about the environs to pursue the description sent to him. Then it hit him as he bumped into looking a marooned building staying wayside. If the description given was anything to go by then he had reached his destination.
He sloshed a sigh as he groped for something in his pocket then later in a compartment of his car to confirm the instruction aligned. Damn! He forgot his cell phone in his hurry to meet his deadtime.
He yanked the door open as he climbed down his car. He stood akimbo with mind straying why a deluxe building like this was built in what look like a proletariat derelict area. Well that’s not his problem at the moment, his stress should be on how he is going to waft out all the needed infos and evidences to collar the son of a B***h in embroil of taking Mirabel away from him into death sentence or preferably life imprisonment. He would enjoy watching him living to testify their afterwards conjugation.
He was about to punch the buzzer staying glue to the gigantic wall, when the strider side of gate flew open. Lance halted his hand index finger as he mumbled “good morning”. The guy that flew the gate open didn’t respond to his greeting, with him only posting a quizzical stare on Lance.
“Are you Lance” the voiced echoed like it’s a respond to the ‘good morning hauled’ at him.
“Yes i am” Lance answered him. While trying to read his appearance. He was sure his outlook was not a friendly type. He looked like some sort of a matured fiend. How can someone who intended to sift information for him be related to this monster and ogre looking buster ? Hope he is saved ? Lance thought.
“Boss is waiting, come in” the gent announced beckoning to Lance to come in. “So he is even a boss” Lance cerebrated while he scanned through the whole environs. The environs smelt friendly with luxury exterior decor, the well trimmed grass and the tiled floor but Lance knew something somewhere was odd but he just couldn’t momentarily decode.
For a second, he blamed himself for his niggardliness that debarred from calling for back up. How on hell was he not expecting a fishy or shady outcome from an eerie meeting as such. The so called niggardness or probably his primitive mindset had made him yield to the informer instruction that asked him to stave off from bringing in an accomplice.
“Welcome Lance, hope you are prepared for the outcome of this your heroic , or let me say your inquisitive or more less your selfish desire that brought you here” a deep steep voice boomed out staunching his motion in the overly large sitting room. He made to peek at the talker but couldn’t found none.not even his first host he met outside that led him in had. He was all alone.
Lance fear became grounded as he noticed a snag somewhere. He knew something intense was about to happen. He braved himself up like an officer he was and and stylishly rubbed the holster tugged in the belt holder of his black-blue jean. The holster that kept his 22-calibre pistol. With anticipation for any shady flinch, he swore he was prepared to make everywhere go gory…
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The silence between Dami and Pizzarow was earsplitting as they stared at each other. The countenance Pizzarow edged out to him had spoken millions unsaid words already. Well, he wasn’t expecting Eliza to be quickly discovered like that, it should take like a week or more to find her, and atleast Pizzarow had only gone for barely 3 days before informing him that he information about her.
“What is that your feeling uneasy to tell me ? See Arrow, i know you’ve not found her right ? I’m expecting such too, so you don’t have to panic okay ? Dami muttered in attempt to ease him off the look of disappointment resting on his face.
“It’s not like that boss” Pizzarow retorted. Feeling chagrin as he always did to his boss, Dr.Banji.
One thing about Pizzarow was that though he knew the age difference between him and Dr.Banji could not outstrip 5years still he had always been loyal, committed and respectful. At age 42, he still remained patriotic and fast like when he was still young. And though he had senesced ruefully on all his villanousness, but still didn’t have any regrets even for a second working or doing them all for Dr.Banji.
“The woman you asked us to seek had been murdered” Pizzarow belched out making Dami’s turn to unveil the incredulity on his face.
“He was killed weeks ago by a gunman for yet unknown reason. We gathered that she was shot while she just returned from her begging routing that day. I’m sorry boss” Pizzarow lied like a professional fibber.
To say Dami was devastated and pained was just and understatement. So he finally lost Eliza and his only son for life. What a cruel world! Everything about Eliza started playing back on his head, he remembered the first they talked, how he helped her pick up her cell phone, fix it from debris it splattered to. That smile of hers that enchanted him ? How she took responsibility of there first date ? How her mother dumped him inside the police dungeon for days because of her ?. He recalled the time she transferred all her bequeathment that undoubtedly turned him to a millionaire, how she confessed to her she was barren, and he reassured her of his love hence giving her his most valuable neckline he got from his late mom. And lastly the last time they shared a kiss and snog together while Eliza snivelled she was scared of something. How he prenamed their unborn baby Temi! All because he thought both and mother and son were his for life.
So he’s not going to see them again ? No way he is going to meet his son while his mother is dead!
What a cruel world! And brutal life! Life always had this way of displaying and hauling his wickedness sometimes at him. He thought.
“Who is that forsaken that killed my wife?” He finally mustered up to ask tearily, with venom in his voice.
“This is him” Pizzarow said revealing the picture of Temi on his ipad. “We already pulled a trail on him sir. And as we talk we already have a snitcher on him, and bugs are being planted all around him too to monitor his movements. In a matter of one week more, we will strike him at our best but down to his worst time. Because the stalker we have on him would manipulate her way to drugging him to stupor making him so weak and fallible” Pizzarow further explained.
“Plss Arrow. I want to ask the,goddam soul that took away my woman away from me, before strangling him to death.” Dami growled out with pain with a painful gesture…
To Be Continued
