ALL IN A CIRCLE (A crime story) Episode 1 – 3 by dy9ty7

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ALL IN A CIRCLE (A crime story) Episode 1 - 3 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE (A crime story) by dy9ty7

PROLOGUE


TIME: 11:45AM
VENUE: CHIEF OBI PATRICK’S MANSION.


A yellow Volkswagen drove into the compound
at a very top speed of
what could be described as fast and furious
kind of speed. The gateman
made a fast getaway and ran into his
gatepost for safety. A young man in
his late twenties came out dressed in a white t-shirt
and a pair of black jean trouser and a pair black vickers shoe. Covering his eyes
was another pair of sunshade.


FULL NAME: KELVIN PATRICK
AGE: 28
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 6FT 5
OCCUPATION: HIRED ASSASSIN/TERRORIST
HOBBIES: PLAYING GOLF & KILLING
FAVOURITE WEAPON: CZ-97B; 45ACP
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE.
TIME: 12PM
VENUE: A CRIME SCENE AT ALLEN AVENUE.


It was a sunny afternoon at Allen avenue
along the North central
district. Hundreds of people were standing on
either side of the road.
Men of the Nigerian police were taking note of
strange objects and
things around the blue Mercedes benz which
has it occupant killed. A
police photographer was taking forensic
pictures of the car and its
occupant from different angles. Men of the
press were not left out as
they all seemed to be making stories for their
respective News medias.


The occupant of the car was being attended to
by the medical team who
were cleaning his blood soaked clothes. Mr
Kingsley the occupant of the
car had the bullet shot at his head. He was
the secretary general of the
Oil Price control and Regulation agency in the
country.


A tall handsome young man was talking to a
young lady in a police
uniform. He is the leader of the police team at
the scene and he was made to work hand in
hand with the medical team leader.
“Inspector Clement, we’ll be taking the body in
our custody for more tests. I need you to sign
this papers.” The leader of the medical team
said to Clement who took his pen and
appended his signature.
“We’ll get back to you.”
Kingsley’s body was put on a stretcher which
was rolled into the back of the ambulance
which drove away at once with its siren
blaring.

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“Clara, get me my phone.” Inspector Clement
said to the lady who was writing report on her
notepad and taking pictures with a small
digital camera.
“Yes sir.” The lady replied as she handed a
mobile phone to her.
The man took the phone and left the scene to
a more secluded area.


“Inspector Clement sir.” the man said.
“Hello Clement. What have you got on the
murder?” The receiver asked.
“Its a blue Mercedes benz belonging to one Mr
Kingsley. As far as I
can tell you, the man is dead and every
possible measure has be taken to
nab the perpetrator.” Clement explained.
“Get you report forwarded to area F-command
for review after which
you start the investigation.” The man at the
other end said.
“Yes sir.”
“Feed me more after the review.” And the line
went dead.


FULL NAME: CLEMENT PATRICK
AGE: 30
GENDER: MALE
OCCUPATION: POLICEMAN
HEIGHT: 6FT
HOBBIES: READING & MEETING PEOPLE.
MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED.
TIME: 12:50PM
VENUE: LOVERS MIX GUEST HOUSE


Sitting in a big spacious room was a group of
people numbering up to
eight including their leader who had her back
turned to the others.
“Vicky seriously we need to carry out our
plans and killings as from
now without leaving trace or lead.” A huge
black complexioned dude said.
A lady who turned her back to the others
sitting down in the private
room turned to face them.


“Its not about killing without trace, its about
killing everybody
involved and mind you, no one recieves any
call except on my order.
Okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” They all chorused.


FULL NAME: VICTORIA VICKY
AGE: 25
GENDER: FEMALE
HEIGHT: 5ft 5inches
OCCUPATION: HIRED ASSASSIN
HOBBIES: SEX & DANCING
FAVORITE WEAPON: BARETTA CHEETAH;
32ACP
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE.
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FULL NAME: OSELU SANDRA
AGE: 26
GENDER: FEMALE
OCCUPATION: MODELLING
HOBBIES: TAKING PICTURES & MEETING
PEOPLE
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE.


—-


FULL NAME: ABDUL MALEEK
AGE: 39
GENDER: MALE
OCCUPATION: TERRORIST
HOBBIES: NIL
MARITAL STATUS: WIDOWER.

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—-
FULL NAME: JANET
AGE: 21
GENDER: FEMALE
OCCUPATION: HOUSEMAID
HOBBIES: BLACKMAILING
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE.


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ALL IN A CIRCLE (A crime story) Episode 1 - 3 by dy9ty7

Episode 1

Kelvin a 28 year old young man came down
the stairs into the living room to see his elder
brother, Clement talking to their father, Chief
Obi Patrick. Clement who got married last
month had to cut his honeymoon short by
coming back to Nigeria when the crime rate
increased.
“Morning bro.” Kelvin greeted his elder
brother.


“Hey kelv.” Clement greeted smiling.
“Morning dad.” Kelvin greeted their father.
Chief Obi smiled happily at the relationship
between his two sons.

Even though they both
had different characters. Clement is an easy
going person who will only talk when spoken
to. He is an advocate of peace and is ready to
die fighting against corruption, crime and
other social vices which was why he studied
criminology in the university while he was in
the United states.

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Kelvin on the other hand is an advocate of
terror, a hot tempered human, he studies
Biochemistry in the university of Lagos. He
was made to study here in Nigeria where his
father, a total disciplinarian will be able to
monitor him. But despite his bad boy attitude,
he still remain the apple of their father’s eye.


“Dad, I need to go. My attention is needed at
the station.” Clement announced.
“Is it about the killing along Allen avenue?”
Kelvin asked.


“Yeah. I’ve gotten the lead on it and we’ll do
the briefing today then we proceed to nabbing
the man. I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”
Clement said picking up his car key.
He proceeded to give his younger brother a
hug and off he left the house.


Kelvin left the living room deep in thoughts.
“This guy is good at what he does. I pray my
track is covered. I killed Kingsley with no trace
left.”
He entered his room where he knelt down to
say his prayer.
He brought out his gun and held it close to
his nose.


“You’ve been keeping me and you continue to
keep me. On my life I pray.” He said the short
prayer and kissed the weapon before going
into the bathroom.


Chief Obi on the other hand was left in
thought with Clement’s revelation.
He picked his phone and dialled a number.
“Hello Maleek. You are doing the wrong job.”
“How sir?” Maleek a notorious terrorist
reported to have come from Sudan asked.
“You know my son is a policeman and he is in
charge of Kingsley’s murder. He is almost
through, all that is left for him is to nab the
suspect.”


“Keep your calm sir, my boy who did the job
is the perfect man for the job.” Maleek replied
assuringly.
“What’s his name?”
“Danger-kelv is the name.” Maleek replied.
“I’ve heard so much about the boy but am yet
to meet him.” Chief Patrick said.
“He is faceless.” Maleek replied.
“I got it.”


Chief Patrick heaved a sigh of relief as he
picked up the television remote control and
tuned in to a news channel. Coincidentally,
Kingsley murder was being said. Chief Patrick
gave a short laugh.
“We got it covered. Yot got a wrong lead.” He
mocked.


———–_

Inspector Clement drove into Area F-command
police station premises at exactly 9:55am in
company of two other policemen, Sergeant
Mike and Detective Okoro.

A policewoman
approached the three men.
“Inspector Clement?” She asked.
“Yes. You must be?” Raymond tried to
recollect as he looked at her not too large and
not too small chest but there was no name
tag on it.


She was dressed in a police vest which has
the word POLICE inscribed on it.
“Ngozi.” She helped him out of his misery,
“Oh! don’t mind me, I forget things easily
these days.” Clement
replied.


“And these are your men I guess.” She said
ignoring his proposed humour reply.
“Yeah! This is Detective Okoro, bronze
clearance and this is
Sergeant Mike, level four clearance.” Clement
replied.
In the police force, clearance level is very
important and it is
measured from level one to five and Bronze to
Diamond.

A newly employed police college
graduate gets level one clearance on his first
day at work and after his first year he gets the
level two provided he/she was involved in
some memorable field work but if he/she is
not a field operative he’ll get level two
clearance after his second year or at worst
third year if his work rate progression is low.

On promotion to the post of a constable, he
gets level three and coporal gets level four, a
detective gets level five something he shares
with a segeant even though few sergeants
have bronze level while the Inspectors and the
DPO(divisional police officer) as well as the
Public Relation Officers are entitled to the
Bronze clearance. The SP(supritendent of
police) and his assistant are entitled to the
silver level, the state commisioner of police
gets the Gold clearance and the Inspector
general at the federal level gets the Diamond
clearance.


Detective Okoro is a thirty year old policeman
filled with intelligence
and several years of experience close to a
decade. He has this
distinctive ability to scrutinize with his eyes
and suspect an
individual and if interrogated, he is either the
wanted criminal or he
has a skeleton inside his cupboard. One thing
about him is his pride, as a result of his
wonderful track downs he has done over the
years and the commendation he has recieved,


he felt he was the best policeman in the state.
Sergeant Mike on the other hand is a young
policeman, humble and a perfect gentleman
that he is. He has been commended for his
wonderful service since he joined the force five
years ago and has been tipped for a post in
the federal police office.


“You are welcome sirs. This way.” Ngozi said
and led them into the
police station building.
Clement loved working with these tow men
because they make his work
easy. Instead of handling a case and going
one at a time they go three
at once each of them playing different roles
and arriving at the same
juncture.


“Lets go in guys.” Clement said to his men
and they followed Ngozi.
As the four police officers walked along the
corridor young police
officers were throwing salutes at Clement who
once served in this
particular police station as a young police
sergeant before he was
transferred to the headquaters shortly before
he became an inspector.
Ngozi turned left and opened a door and the
three visiting policemen
filed into the room.


“Weldone Ngozi.” The man commended.
“Thak you sir.” Ngozi saluted and the man
eased her with a wave of
hand.
“Who am I seeing?” Clement?” The man
dressed in his complete
police uniform exclaimed.
“Burahimo?” Longest time pal.” Clement said
as the two men
embraced eachother in excitement.


Burahimo and Clement joined the force at the
same time and their
progression over time was uniform. At the
time they both got their
sergeant badges, the then DPO of the Area F-
command recommended Clement
for a transfer to the headquaters and the
transfer was effected two
months before he got his inspector badge. The
headquaters has since been
enjoying Clement’s expertice as one of the
finest police officers in
the state.


“We are all working together on this case and
I strongly believe
we’ll get to the root.” Burahimo began shortly
after exchanging
pleasantries.


“Most definitely.” Clement replied assuringly.
“Ngozi, you’ll work with Okoro here on the
detective aspect of
this case while Clement will work with his man
Mike and you all report
to me directly on progress made. Understood?”
Burahimo explained.


“Yes sir.” They all replied with the exception of
Clement who is on
the same level with Burahimo but working
under him because Area F is
spearheading the case.
“Ngozi, fill these men in on how far we’ve gone
on Mr Kingsley’s
murder.” Inspector Burahimo said

Episode 2

“Ngozi fill these men in on how far we’ve gone
on Mr Kingsley’s
murder.” Inspector Burahimo said. “Yes sir. According to our preliminary
investigation that was carried
out immediately we got to the crime scene we
saw a finger print on the
passenger side window and that has been sent
to the laboratory at the
headquaters for test.

We are made to
understand that the result will be
sent back to us latest by 11 o’clock this
morning. Also we found out
that Mr Kingsley was making a phone call at
the time he was shot.

The phone is in our custody herne is in our
custody here and investigation
has kicked off fully as
we try to know who he was speaking with once
we get the phone back to
its proper condition.

A message has been sent
to the network provider to
get us his last conversation and if possible
voice recording of the
murder operation.” Ngozi explained to the
three visiting police officers
as Sergeant Mike jot down somethings in his
police inscribed notepad.


“Working on the fingerprint leaves us as
clueless as ever. As well as
the fact that it leads us to no one in
particular. And listening to the
recordings for the next twenty years and we
are still counting. I think
a more professional approach should be
deviced.” Okoro faulted Ngozi’s
well laid plan.


“Will you at least let me finish talking?” Ngozi
asked angrily.
“What is there for you to finish? Fingerprints
and recordings?
Building castles in the air.” Okoro replied
laughing.


“Answer me. Am sure you’ll advise us to get
the bullet shot, know
the kind of gun that uses it and go the arms
and amunition licensing
commission to know who has the gun.” Okoro
spite further.
“You don’t criticize my opinions destthe
right to say something, you can only correct
me or say yours.” Ngozi
warned.


“Opinions indeed…” Okoro was saying when
Clement cut in angrily.
“Will you two keep quiet and think of how
these recent insurgence
can be stopped. You are here making noise.”
“Sorry sir.” Ngozi apologised while Okoro only
mumbled some
incoherent words to himself. This was why
Ngozi hated him with passion,
his pride and ego.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Sandra Oselu a twenty six year old model
came out of the bathroom
with a towel tied around her chest. She walked
towards the dressing
mirror and let the towel fall to the ground, she
admired her wonderful
figure.

She stood at 4ft 5inches from the
ground level with her medium
sized bossom and not too big behind. She
walked towards her closet where
she picked her clothes and began to get
dressed for the day’s
activities.


“Am sorry for keeping you waiting.” She said
to a man seated in the living room. Them man was dressed in a white
shirt and a black touser
with his suit hung over his right shoulder. “Shall we?” The man who was later introduced
as Barrister Benson(Ben for short) asked. “Yes sir.” Sandra replied the 5ft 6inches tall
man, dark in complexion, chubby with an oval face.

Sandra was clad in a pink knee length gown
and a white short jacket with pink pokal dots all over it. Her cleavage
was visible from and Barrister Ben was having a hard time taking his eyes off it. But come on
he is married for Christ sake. He called himself to order.


The two of them walked out of the house.
“Are we going in my car?” Sandra asked.
“Yes.” Ben replied seeing this as an
opportunity to come back an
pick his car and then have a cup of coffee with
her hopefully.


Tina drove out her white Lincoln navigator.
They are headed for
Levis&Paige and shoe, cloth and bag
production company for a
contract extension.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++


A masked man was addressing dozens of men
in a big hall. The man had
his name inscribed on the black vest that he
was putting on and tattooed
on his arms. His name is Abdul Maleek, a
notorious Sudanese terrorist.
Everyone seemed to be listening to him and
everytime that he stopped
talking the silence that engraved the room was
frightening.


“There is only one way to save Danger-Kelv’s
as5. We snatch the fingerprint result.” The
man said in his not so fluent englsh.
“And how impossible is that?” A man who
stood beside him asked.
“It is very possible. Our in built personnel from
the headquaters has promised to help us and I
need five able bodied men to get ready and
storm the place.” Maleek explained.


Unlike Kelvin Patrick, every other member of
the Khal Abdul rebel corp lived inside the big
corporation building located on the outskirt of
the town. Kelvin is the only one living outside
the corporation and that explained why he is
the main hitman.


“Give Habeeb a call once you are close by.
He’ll tell you what to do.” Maleek explained
further to Kelvin who already picked out the
five man who’ll accompany him.

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Episode 3

“Will you two at least keep quiet and think of
how these recent
insurgence can be stopped. You are here
making noise.” Clement said
angrily.
“Sorry sir.” Ngozi apologised while Okoro
mumbled some incoherent
words to himself. This was why She hated him
with passion, his pride and
ego are always getting better of him.


Just then Clement’s phone rang.
“Excuse me please.” He said cutting Burahimo
who was about saying
something short.
The other four police officers couldn’t make
out what was being
discussed on the phone but they knew as
soon as he ends the call,
they’ll catch up with the gist.
“Take it.” Clement threw his car key to Okoro
who caught it mid-air
even though he was caught unawares. He
gave his colleague an askance
look.


“Your attention is urgently needed at the
headquaters. Get the car
and go there at once with Ngozi. Its likely you
get the finger print
results too.” Clement explained.
Clement explained to Okoro who stood up and
made to exit the room
much to Clement’s suprise. Okoro was known
for his inquisitiveness and
questioning ability. He won’t go on an errand
unless he ask certain
questions that has been answered to his
satisfaction.


He unlocked the car and hopped into the
driver seat while Ngozi sat
beside him. He drove out of the Area F
premises.
Five minutes into their journey, Ngozi has
busied herself by burying
her head into her phone doing only God knows
what. While Okoro was
shaking his head to an imaginary music. The
silence that ensued inside
the car is killing and Ngozi was forced to
break the silence when she
couldn’t bear it anymore.


“Am sorry about what happened the other
time.” She said
apologetically.
He smiled to himself, he just achieved his
goal. All his life he has
never said sorry to anyone. Not even his
disciplinarian of a father.
He’ll rather die being punished than say sorry.
Fifty yards away from the headquater’s main
building Okoro matched
the car brakes and it came to a halt.


“What’s this about?” Ngozi asked angrily as
she picked her up phone.
“You don’t see what am seeing.” Okoro
replied.
“Fill me in please.” Ngozi pleaded.
Okoro picked his binocular and looked
towards the police station
building, Six armed men walked into the
building with guns hung on their
shoulders.
“There is fire on the mountain.” Ngozi said as
she opened the door.
“Where to?” He asked.


“Those people inside are in danger. They need
our help, you know
they would be caught unawares.” Ngozi
replied.
Okoro shut the car door forcefully from her
grip and pressed the
central lock which got all the doors locked
firmly.
“What’s this all about?” Ngozi asked.
“You still have a pretty bright future. Don’t get
yourself
killed.” Okoro warned.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++


INSIDE THE POLICE STATION
“You guys stay here while I go in to get this
business transacted.”
One of the men who was dressed coporately in
a white t-shirt and a pair
of black jean trouser.
The man walked into the police station and
got the the counter post.
“Good morning. Please am here to see
Sergeant Habeed.” He said to
the constable he met on duty.


The constable picked the intercom and
punched in some numbers.
“You may go in.” The man walked into
Habeeb’s office, an office he
shared with other sergeants like himself.
Few seconds later, the constable at the
counter was hit on the head by
a bullet and he fell down.

Every other
policemen in the premises at the
time of the gunshot all trooped out to attack
the unknown gunmen but
while a few got shot and died, few other were
injured and a considerable
amount weren’t hit.
The gentleman who asked after Habeeb took
the emergency exit and
landed behind the station fence where his
colleagues were waiting for
him. Together they all drove away rejoicing.


++++++++++++++++++++++++++


“They went this way.” Ngozi who saw the men
drive out of the police station said to Okoro
who ignited the car engine and drove towards
where Ngozi pointed.
Ngozi’s phone rang as the got to the main
road from the utarred road that linked the
police backyard to the main road.
“Hello sir.” Ngozi said to Burahimo.


“The headquater just got attacked. Report here
immediately if you are safe.” Burahimo said.
“We are currently on the trail of thos men as I
speak with you.”
“You and who?” Burahimo asked.
“Okoro.” Ngozi replied.
“With no backup? Get yourselves here in the
next ten minutes.” Burahimo ordered and the
line clicked dead.


“What’s next?” She asked Okoro who was half
listening to her conversation with her boss.
“We’ll get to the end of this one.” He said as
he stepped on the accelerator and the
terrorist’s van came into view from afar off.

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Jidda mj
Jidda mj
3 months ago

Wow, really all in a circle, lets see how it goes..a very nice beginning

Omowunmi
Omowunmi
3 months ago

Wow wow wow.