ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 124
Rachel finished dressing up after
she had recieved a call from her kid
sister, Chidinma announcing that
she was in town.
She was wearing a gown, sewn from Ankara, a
native cloth. She
applied a little make up and picked
up her handbag. She walked into
the living room and picked a car
key from one of the numerous
keys hung on the wall. She walked into the
garage and
pressed a button on the key
holder, a yellow Honda Element
gave a squeek. She hopped in and
drove to the motor park, where
Chidinma was waiting for her. ——-
Thirty minutes later, she was
driving towards her husband’s
apartment with Chidinma on the
passenger seat chatting happily.
“Hope the students are not troubling you?”
Rachel asked.
She was posted to a secondary
school in Ibadan to teach.
“Ibadan students are very
wonderful. They are willing to
learn but the only problem they have is inter-
school conflicts, but
aside that they’ll make you laugh.”
Chidinma explained.
“You must really be enjoying
yourself then?”
“More than enjoyment sef. Its like I’ll settle
down in Ibadan after my
service. The only problem is their
epileptic power supply.” Chidinma
replied.
“You can buy a small generator
then.” Rachel advised like the big sister she
was.
They continued their journey
amidst chatter and before they
knew it, Rachel was already
blarring the horn outside the gate.
No response came from within the compound.
“Where is this boy?” Rachel said as
she disengaged the seat belt and
opened the door.
“Let me get him. Do you still use
Akpan?” “He is very faithful and honest.”
Rachel praised him.
Chidinma walked towards the gate,
pressed the bell, knocked and
banged. Yet no reply came. Then
her eagle eye darted towards the lock on the
big gate.
“The gate is locked from the
outside. He is not in.” She said to
her sister.
Rachel removed her purse from
her handbag and gave a bunch of keys to her
kid sister. Chidinma
unlocked the pedestrian gate from
outside, she walked in and opened
the big gate. Rachel drove in.
“Where could he have gone to?”
Rachel asked as she knocked on his door but
no one replied.
“Maybe he has gone to have some
fun in town.” Chidinma said as she
took her small travelling bag from
the back seat and and pulled her
sister into the house. “Seriously, I am
famished.”
Chidinma announced.
“Get your things into the visitor’s
room while I go prepare
something for you to eat.” Rachel
said walking into the kitchen. She stopped in
her tracks when
she saw that the kitchen was very
tidy and neat. Its over a week that
they left the house and it is still very
clean. Akpan can’t possibly be
cleaning the house, he doesn’t have the key.
Then her eyes caught the waste
basket. She remembered the night
when an intruder entered the
compound, she personally
disposed the waste basket into the large bin
outside. How come a
broken mug and tea bags were
visible inside the basket.
Someone must have used this
kitchen but not certainly Akpan.
She knew Clement slept over last night, but
the Clement she go
married to won’t take tea in the
morning before going to work.
Moreso, when she asked if he had
eaten when they talked on phone,
he said he had gotten a plate of rice from a
fastfood joint.
Did he bring another lady into the
house and he lied to her?
She wanted to get on with her
cooking but her mind was not at
rest. She couldn’t do anything, she was just
imagining the scenario
where Clement would be
romancing another lady overnight.
Just then Chidinma bursted into the
kitchen.
“Rachy, come see something.” She said
grabbing her sister’s arm and
dragging her towards the visitor’s
room.
The house belonged to her and
she knew the bed in the visito’s
room was always vacant with no bed sheet
spread over it. It was
only when they have a visitor that
she spread the bed, but now a bed
spread was on the bed. That was
the first thing she saw, then two of
her clothes on the bed. “These are my
clothes? What are
they doing here?” She asked her
sister.
“That was why I called you.”
Chidinma replied.
Her eyes then caught and unusual night gown,
a jacket on the empty
cloth basket in the room.
That was the straw that threatened
to break the camel’s back.
“Clement, how dare you?”
Frank was seated on a three seater
couch in the living room, looking
dazed and suprised. He looked
heartbroken and ready to cry, but
something seemed to be holding the tears. He
wanted to cry, sob
and wail loudly, but he has to be
strong.
Isabella walked into the living
room with a bottled water and a
glass cup on a tray. She removed a stool from
beside the couch and
placed it before him. She filled the
cup with water and gave it to him.
“Am I really thirsty?” He asked.
“But you asked me to get you
water.” Isabella said raising her voice. She
was not a fan of all his
‘Ramsey Noah’ stunts. Even if his
cousin threatened to get him killed,
he has no reason to be afraid of
her.
“Baby, I think you’ll have to take it easy on
yourself. Sandra
threatened to throw you out
because she got this apartment for
you and paid a two years rent. I
think you have a stable bank
account, lets move out and get another
apartment.” She advised.
“Why are you talking like this?
Moving into another apartment will
only confirm that I know about all
Janet did. I’ll have to beg her.
Remember she promised to kill me too.”
“Tell me you are scared because
she threatened to kill you? She
dare not try it, remember she is a
public figure, and unless she wants
to kill me too. Because I’ll definitely report
her. But I think we should
explain everything to my dad.” She
said.
He wanted to slap her that second
but throught against it. What is the
point boasting about your dad’s status when
it has nothing to do
about the issue on ground. Every
little thing that happens, her dad
must be involved. Even if a mug fell
on the floor and shattered into
pieces, she’ll advice that they report to her
father. What can an
ex-lawmaker do about a broken
mug? Will he re-mould it or pack
the remains?
“There is nothing your dad can do
about the issue on ground.” “Remember, he
was a senator. He
could use his connection and
protect us.” She replied.
“You dad was a senator in one of
the old republics. He remained a
senator because the title is for life. He is no
longer relevant politically,
they only mention his name
because he is an elder.” He said
angrily rising up to his feet.
Her jaws twitched. She blamed her
father for going into politics too early in his
life. Even when she was
in school, her friends will claim they
have never heard of her father’s
name in the Nigerian politics. How
she wished her father was an
incubent lawmaker. “Where to?” She asked.
He ignored her, picked his car keys
from the tv cabinet and exited the
living room.
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Benson was already dressed in his black
tuxedo suit and white shirt.
A pair of black shoe adorned his
legs and a briefcase occupied his
left hand while he held his car key
on the right. He has a case to
defend that day by eleven and he was running
late. He has thirty
minutes to reach the court. He
stood rooted to a spot and was
fuming. Seeing him, one would
think he was waiting for his wife,
but a few seconds later, his wife returned still
dressed in her nightie.
“Let me out of here.” He shouted.
“Out of where? You are not going
anywhere.” She replied as she
flashed a bunch of key on his face.
It was evident they were fighting, and she had
locked the doors.
“Give me one reason why I
shouldn’t go out today.” He said
calmly.
“I won’t give you one reason. They
are many, one, you said you’ll be home
throughout the weekend.
Just this morning you said you
have a case to defend. Its over a
year since we got married, I am yet
to concieve, I have no problem
because you married me a virgin. The highest
you ever spent with
me per day is three hours, except
at night when you are already
asleep. I suffered a miscarriage last
month, and now that I needed you
most to console me, you are always defending
one case or the
other.” She complained bitterly.
He knew he was at fault, but
couldn’t bring himself to admit it.
“Alright sweety, just unlock the
door and let me go, I promise to make things
right as soon as I
return. I have to be in court.” He
pleaded.
Hot tears trickled down her cheeks.
That did the trick, she’ll open the
door at last. “You are cheating me because I
am
a very gentle person. Only God
knows what you do with your so
called clients out there. And that
sexy secretaty of yours.” She
complained bitterly. Did she just call her
‘sexy’?
She unlocked the door and walked
into the room angrily without
another word.
Dolapo was seated in the room that
adjoins with the ICU ward 3b on
the third floor of the hospital. The
room has a total of nine chairs that
are directly facing the ICU, the only
demarcation between the two rooms was the
glass wall and the
door.
Inside the ICU was Tolani who was
in coma and two other patients
who have been on live saving
machines. The relatives of the two other
patients were seated with
her in the waiting room while
Tolani’s mother was seated behind
her.
“Dolapo.” Someone called her.
She turned to see Darasimi squatted beside
her seat. She
turned away from her and looked
absent mindedly at Tolani.
She wished she was fine but just
sleeping peacefully like a baby
with no worries. But the Tolani she was
looking at has the greatest
worries anyone could have. One
she will miss her final exam and in
turn miss the chance to graduate.
And most importantly, she was
battling with her life. She was on the verge of
loosing it, yet she was
stong willed and wasn’t giving
death the advantage on her.
“Dolapo, I am talking to you.”
Darasimi said tapping her lightly.
She wanted to scream that moment but she
was afraid she might be
disturbing the three patients in the
next room. Even though she was
sure the glass wall and doors were
sound proofed. Such that no single
sound penetrated but we are in Nigeria and
those things are very
scarce.
“Dolapo, talk to me nau, don’t
make me look like a fool.” Darasimi
continued.
“Can’t you just get it? I am not talking to you.
Now get out of my
sight.” She said half screaming and
half trying to keep her voice low.
Darasimi wanted to scream or slap
her but she needed at least
someone to trust her. And the perfect person
was Dolapo.
“I swear to God, I know nothing
about Tolani…” Her voice trailed off.
“Did I accuse you of knowing
about it? Your conscience is
pricking you right? Now you are playing a fast
one before you are
summoned by the police.” Dolapo
asked not minding the pair of eyes
peering at her from behind.
“Dolapo, any problem?” Tolani’s
mother asked. “No problem mum.” she replied.
Darasimi could hear her heart
shatter into pieces just like a
breakable plate that fell on a tiled
floor.
“Dolapo, are you saying I know about Tola’s
fate? I am
disappointed in you.” Darasimi said
trying to sound strong but her
voice gave her away.
“Be disappointed in me for all you
can. You threw away your dignity and liased
with a bloody cultist
who paid you fifteen thousand
naira to lure all your friends out to
be killed. Am waiting for that day
when you’ll do the same to me, I
bet that will mark your end.” Dolapo said
angrily.
“But I thought we’ve settled this..”
Through the glass, they could see
one of the the other two patients
who shared the ward with Tolani
fight for his life. He was gasping and shaking
violently, his chest
was rising and falling, his ribcage
visible as the cloth covering him
has slid off.
Tola wanted to scream, she wanted
to faint, she wanted to close her eyes, she
needed to hold unto
something. She held something
soft and clutched to it crying.
Immediately, two doctors and
three nurses arrived at the scene.
How they got to know something was going
wrong was a suprise to
her. Maybe there is a camera
somewhere, she concluded.
The doctors tried to revive him, but
things seemed to have gone a little
bit out of hand. One of the doctors was
screaming instructions to the
nurses and the other doctor, he
was the most senior and he
wanted to save the patient’s life.
The guy breadthe his last and
dropped dead on the bed. One last check on
his heartbeat, the senior
doctor shook his head sorrowfully
as his countenance changed. He
instructed the nurses and walked
over to Tolani and the other living
girl. He shook his head and walked out, tears
in his eyes.
Dolapo was suprised at the
Doctor’s reaction, why is he crying?
But doctors are said to posses a
lion’s heart.
She wanted to see more of the guy, but the
nurses blocked her view by
putting a curtain on the glass wall.
“Is this how Tolani would die too?”
She asked herself. Because she
could see the senior doctor
shaking his head at the other two patients
before going out. Maybe
either of them was the next to die.
Then her eyes went to what she
was clutching unto, Darasimi’s
hand. Like she was stung by a
snake or scorpion, she dropped her hand and
ran out of the
waiting room.
“Tolani must not die.” She
screamed as she opened the door
and started descending the stairs.
Was she loosing her mind? She wanted to ask
someone, maybe
Doctor Kolade would be willing to
run a test on her state of mind, if
there is a test for that.
Clement just took a break from
talking to Viktor who just kept
demanding for amnesty before he
helps the police in their
investigation. “I think it is high time I
informed
the superior officers.” He thought
as he walked towards the SP’s
office.
With a gentle knock on the door
but got no replies. He placed his ear on the
door and heard soft
moans of Intimate ectacy. He
thought the SP was in a kind of
distress or pain. But the last time
the SP spoke to him, his voice was
a deep baritoned one, but the voice he was
hearing was a
feminine voice. He just hoped it
wasn’t what he was thinking. Can a
who police supritendent be having
sex in his office with a cheap girl,
why not go to a hotel and do whatever they
wanted to do.
The anger in him swelled to the
limit and it bursted. He pushed the
door open angrily and he could
see the Supritendent on police
standing before his table and a female police
officer seated with
her legs opened. Giving him the
room, the space and direct assess
to her private.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Clement asked. It still beat his imagination
why a
police boss will throw his dignity to
dogs and resort to bedding female
officers, what do they stand to
gain?
“What are you doing here?” Clement asked the
lady who was
still backing him.
She dreaded looking at him in the
face, for the fear of what his
reaction would be like.
“Are you deaf? Get out of this office now or I
pounce on you.” Clement
screamed.
“This is my office and I want you
out of it.” The supritendent said
angrily.
“Thank God you know it is an office. Tell me,
where was it written
that a police officer has control
over an office assigned to him? I
this a brothel?”
The lady wanted to sieze the
opportunity that Clement was talking and may
not notice her
sneal out. She tip toed towards the
door, head bent. Just as she
wanted to bolt, Clement pulled her
back.
“Where do you think you are going?” He
asked.
The girl was forced to look at him.
“You?” Clement asked suprisingly
and at the same time disappointed.
He released her arm and turned to
face the supritendent. “Clement, seriously I
don’t like the
way you do at times. Tell me you
have no girlfriend out of this
numerous sexy girl we have here.
Stop pretending to be a saint.” The
SP said trying to make Clement laugh or spill
it out that he also
indulge in immoralities with the
female officers around.
“Shut your mouth. What nonsence
are you telling me?”
“How dare you tell me to shut up? I am your
boss.”
“Position-wise, you are the boss,
but in terms of morals I am the
boss. Anyways, that not why I am
here.” Clement replied sitting
down. “I can command you to get out of
my office.”
“Yeah! You have the power to do
that, but I bet you won’t try that,
now with me. Abeg take a sit.” He
said hitting him on the arm. The Supritendent
sat down and
was looking at Clement like he
should just strangle him.
“What are you doing in the force?”
Clement asked.
“When the country is in fire, you are always in
this place called an
office. Policemen are dying
everyday, you are putting on
weight. People like you should be
at the war front. Where is you
dignity? You thrown it to the dogs or a
Hyena?” He wanted him to feel
guilty about what he was caught
doing and he just achieved it.
Because he could see the sobber
look on his face.
“Now, to the reason why I am here. There is a
man in custody, he
was a former khal corp member,
he wanted amnesty before any
other thing. Do the needful.”
Clement explained.
The Supritendent gace him a look of hatred
but who cares.
“So you mean you have this man in
custody and you didn’t tell us
about it? None of the superior
officers knew about him or his
presence.” The SP asked. “Like you told
anybody before you
started bedding that girl. Consult
the superior officer and foward his
papers to Abuja. Get it submitted to
the IG and the office of the
president.” Clement said standing up.
He walked towards the door.
“Clement.” The SP called.
He turned back to face his boss.
“Don’t say this to anyone. Please.”
The SP said. “I know better.” Clement assured
and walked away.
ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 124
Dolapo bumped into her friends,
Tokunbo, Charity and Tokunbo’s
cousin.
“where are you going?” Charity
asked. Even though she has been having
difficulty talking to Dolapo
since the night she sent her away
from their room.
“Welcome.” Dolapo said ignoring
her question.
“How is Tola?” Tokunbo’s cousin asked.
“She is fine, still in the ICU.” she
replied.
The three of them sighed as their
hopes seemed lost.
“Is she gonna make it?” Tokunbo’s cousin
asked.
Dolapo gave her one kind look
that could make a snail withdraw
into its shell.
“The doctors said it is 50-50. But
first she has to be treated out of coma.”
Dolapo explained.
From the pavement into the top
floor, they could hear struggles
outside the gate.
“What’s going on?” Dolapo asked.
Her friends all looked on with confusion
written on their faces.
The struggles finally died and
about twenty students walked
towards them. Dolapo could
recognise some of them as Tolani’s
course mates. “Good morning.” A guy stepped
forward.
Dolapo bent low as a sign of
greeting.
“We want to see Tola.” He said.
“Please who are you?” Charity in her ever rude
manner asked.
“We are all her course mates. I am
the rep.” The guy replied.
Charity looked at Dolapo to reply
them.
“Am sorry, you can’t see her. She is in a
critical condition, but….” Her
voice trailed off.
Tokunbo hugged her and
whispered “You have to be strong,
she’ll make it.”
“I can help you get her mum. You can drop
your messages.” She
continued.
“But, I think I can follow you in
there to see her.” The course rep
said.
Dolapo wanted to refuse him but the pleading
eyes of the other
members of the class and
Tokunbo’s expression changed
her mind.
“Come with me.” She said and led
him into the first reception where they climbed
the stairs to the third
floor and took the first turning by
the left towards the ICU.
Dolapo quickly took her eyes off
Darasimi who was still squatting
but this time in front of her chair and sobbing.
A group of people,
about three were crying at the
extreme of the waiting room. They
are the relatives of the guy who
died a few minutes ago.
“Mum, he came to check on Tola, he is her
course mate. The rest are
downstairs.” She explained
pointing to the guy who by now
was standing very close to the
glass wall and staring at Tola as
tears rolled down his cheeks. “Thank you very
much my son.”
Tola’s mother said, but he was far
away.
He came round after a minute and
announced his departure. Dolapo
volunteered to see him off. And silently, they
descended the stairs.
“Please our regards to her. We’ll
come back.” A girl in her
department said. “This is a token
from all of us.” She gave her a get
well card and a bunch of flowers. “Thank you
very much.” Dolapo
said.
They all left in the manner in which
they had come, struggling to get
past the gate and making jest of
the security men. How she wished she could
be this
happy all day. With none of her
loved ones dying or she afraid of
death.
“Some people came to pack you
things.” Tokunbo announced. “Who are they?”
She asked.
“A man who called himself Akpan
and some policemen.” Tokunbo
continued.
“I knew about it.” She said trying
to smile but instead, tears rolled down.
“But how do you intend to write
your exams?” Charity asked.
“Exams? I am less concerned. All I
want to see is Tola getting back to
her feet.” “It will be double celebration by
God’s grace. Tola will be fine and
we’ll all pass our exams.” Tokunbo
assured.
Dolapo nodded her head slowly.
How she wished God grants every of our
wishes and prayers.
“I want to see her.” Tokunbo’s
cousin said and Dolapo led them all
up the stairs to the third floor.
Clement had more than enough on
his plate and he has a limited time
to empty the content of the plate.
He would have thrown in off at
once, but for the sake of his job, its sensitivity
and the issues at hand,
he had to go steadily.
After a third try, Sylvester picked
his call.
“Sly, aren’t you coming to work
today?” Clement asked checking the time, it
said 11:56am.
“I am currently in Benin. I recieved
a tip on a guy and I felt tracing him
all down will be instrumental to our
investigation.” Sylvester explained.
Clement was begining to like Sylvester all over
again. He believed
that being relieved of his official
head duties has really being
helpful. Now that he works
indirectly on someone else’s lead,
he had the time to work extensively on cases
unlike when
he was the boss and the pressure
on him was enormous.
“Who is the guy?” Clement asked.
“I was lucky to intercept a call from
inside the khal corp and the guy. He is called
Jay and the caller from
Khal corp is Danger something
something.” Sylvester replied.
If there was something he loved
about Sylvester, it was his ability
with computers. He could sit down for five
hours combining codes
upon codes, dialling codes,
network provider then come up
with the live phone chat, provided
he has had a working connection
with the corp. Unknown to the Khal corp, they
had mistakenly
dropped their number when they
came looking for his wife and he
had acted on instinct. Afterall his
instinct and predictions were right.
The name Danger rang a bell in Clement’s
head but he knew better
not to jump into conclusion.
“Are you alone on it?” Clement
asked.
“I have my FBI team with me, as
well as some policemen from Benin. But the
problem now is
getting a direct system from which
I can get the location of Jay or that
of his phone.” Sylvester explained.
“You know what? Send the
combinate to me, I’ll get someone to work on
it.” Clement said
hanging up.
He checked the file before him,
Danger-kelv was bodly written on
it.
Now, he has promised Sylvester that he’ll help
him look for a grand
surveillance provider in Benin or
any neighbouring city. He was not
good with computers, his next
available option was Ngozi, and
time was not on his side. He decided to go to
the ICT control
room and give the assignment to
some of the experts there.
But first, he needed to know more
about Danger-kelv. He picked up
his phone and saw about twenty missed calls.
Who could be calling
him at this time of the day. He was
far from guessing right. Twelve
calls from his wife and eight from
her sister, Chidinma. He decided to
call them later, but first he has to speak with
Habeeb.
While he was awaiting Habeeb’s
arrival he took his time to scribble
some things down. Then a knock
sounded on the door.
“Come in.” He said even though he knew it
wasn’t Habeeb. Because he
won’t be resuming duty until
twelve noon. The door was
pushed open and a young female
officer walked in.
“Excuse me sir.” She said shyly. He ignored
her and continued
writing.
“Excuse me sir.” She repeated, this
time tapping the table lightly.
He flared up.
“How do you expect me to excuse you? Stand
up and hug you or
what? Excuse me sir. Its not until
when I replied will you state your
mission here.”
“Am sorry sir.”
She went down on her knees as she started
talking.
“You don’t need that.”
“Sir, it was a mistake. The devil’s
handwork.” She said.
He wanted to laugh, but thought
against it. Devil’s handwork indeed.
“If you’ll permit me. I have an
assignment to carry out now.” He
said picking all the necessary files
and headed for the door.
He stopped in his tracks when he got to the
door.
“In case of next time, learn to say
no. Sleeping with your boss
doesn’t guarantee you of getting
promotion.” He said and walked
out.
Habeeb walked into the hidden cell
finding his way with the help of his
flashlight. He unlocked the iron
bars and with on click on the
switch, the light flickered on. He stopped in
his tracs when he saw
the criminal seated on the chair.
“Habeeb!” Viktor said raising his
swollen face up.
“Viktor! What are you doing here?”
Habeeb asked in low tone, almost a whisper.
Viktor wanted to reply him but
decided against it.
“I thought you already left the
corp. So, how come you are
arrested as a corp member?” Viktor took his
time to explain all
that Habeeb needed to know. How
they went to release a harmful gas
in one of the largest shopping
complex in West Africa. How his
pictures were taken before they were granted
entrance, how
orders came from the corp that he
be killed. How Danger-kelv shot
him, thinking he was dead, but he
managed to escape. He was on a
revenge mission against Danger- kelv when he
was arrested by the
soldiers and handed to the police
for further investigation.
Habeeb was caught in a web, has
the option of illegally releasing
Viktor and risking his life or alerting the
corporation and they’ll
know how to get him out of the
cell. The later seemed to be the best
of ideas and he was ready to do it.
“So are you here to question me or
help me?” Viktor asked. “Remember you are no
longer a
member of the corp.” Habeeb
replied.
“But you still are. Be prepared for
your arrest then.” Viktor
threatened. Habeeb’s jaw twitched, he knew it
will definitely come to this. Even
though he had concluded that he
will alert the corporation and they’ll
in turn device a means of esacape.
But they are both aware of the fact that Viktor
will be killed once taken
out of the cell.
“I want you out of here or I won’t
hesitate to give out your name.”
Habeeb walked toward the door,
clicked the switch and the light went off.
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Clement was standing behind a
young police woman who worked
in the ICT hall.
“Amaka, have you gotten the right
combinate?” He asked the lady.
“Not yet sir.” The lady, Amaka
replied.
He walked away from the lady’s
station and walked towards a guy
who wore a spectacle. “Edgar, have you gotten
a base-
line connection?” He asked.
“In ten seconds please. Amakah,
what combinate are you using?”
Edgar, who was widely regarded
as the wizard of the computer world inside the
station.
“Alpha-charlie-zero.” Amakah
replied.
Edgar used the combinate on his
computer and smiled broadly.
“Listen everybody.” He said. Everyone working
on the
assignment paused and faced him
expectantly.
“Combine, Charlie-Alpha-zero
three times. Atk-36ph-
gf44-333mmph that’s the surveillance base.
Two location
would be displayed. You could
either get one or the two.” He said.
The other listening to him did as he
instructed on their respective
system. “Amakah, you should get two
locations.” He said minimizing his
computer page and standing up.
He walked towards Amakah’s
computer. “Here it is.” He said as
Clement came around and bent down to see
what the computer
was displaying.
“St Battaihas hospital around
Akoka and Gaol five star hotel,
Benin city.” Amakah called out.
Clement jotten the two locations. And
removed his phone to dial a
number.
“Sly, the Jay of a guy is currently in
Gaol hotel in Benin city.” Clement
explained.
“Room 65.” Edgar added. Clement hunged up,
gave some
instructions to Edgar and Amaka
before he exited the hall.
He summoned a team of five junior
officer and drove off towards the
hospital. Maybe they are after Ngozi. He
concluded.
Sylvester and his team approached
the Gaol hotel, Benin city. They
walked into reception and
approached the receptionist.
“Good morning.” Sylvester greeted. “Morning
sir. How may I help you?”
The lady recpetionist asked.
“I am Agent Sylvester from the
FBI.” Sylvester replied.
On mentioning his name a guy
who was also dressed in the same uniform
with the lady receptionist
came around to face Sylvester.
“Yes? State your mission here.” He
said.
Sylvester smiled, Nigerians are so
proud and full of themselves. “There is a man
here, he is lodged
in one of your rooms. He has a
connection with the Khal corp and
we are here to question him.”
Sylvester explained.
“What’s his name?” The guy asked. “I don’t
know his name, but I think
he is lodged in room 65 or so.”
Sylvester replied.
The lady receptionist clicked her
computer and scanned the room
and their occupants. “Room 65 is occupied by
a woman
from Dubai.” The lady replied.
One of the FBI agents who came
with Sylvester approached the
counter.
“Sir, I think the guy is making another call.”
He said dropping a
device which looked like a phone
but performs a function which is
thousand time bigger than what a
phone could do.
The following conversation takes place.
Jay: Hey Kelv.
Danger-Kelv: You called back?
Jay: yeah! There is a problem.
Danger-kelv: what problem?
What’s going on? Jay: our last conversation
was
intercepted by our enemies. Get
away from wherever you are this
minute, they are coming for you.
Danger-kelv: Come to think of it,
the call was intercepted from Benin and traced
from Lagos, meaning
we are both at risk…
The interception got disconnected
and it was replaced with humming
sound.
“Gosh! We need to find where this call was
made.” Sylvester said to his
boys.
The people waiting to be attended
to in the reception stood up in a
bid to run away.
“Nobody moves.” Sylvester said to them.
With the help of his phone he was
able to pass some information
accross to Clement.
“Get this building on a lockdown.
No exit and no one enters.” He instructed as
he matched off
towards the elevator while some of
his boys took the staircase.
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Chidinma walked into the living
room from the kitchen where she was cooking.
She sighed when she
saw her sister in the same state she
had left her.
“Rachel, why are you acting all
up?” She asked.
“Don’t you understand what I am saying?
Clement cheated, he
brought a lady home, slep with
her, gave her my clothes.” Rachel
cried.
“Agreed! Uncle Clement cheated,
but we need tp hear him out. I have a feeling
something else is
happening. Where is Akpan? He is
nowhere to be found, what of your
own car?” Chidinma asked.
Rachel continued sobbing as
Chidinma tried to console her. “Remember the
baby in there. Its
not good for her, be cheerful even
in times of difficulty so she can be
healthy and happy after birth.”
Chidinma said walking out of the
living room. “But Clement must pay for this.
That useless girl will regret the day
she was born.” She muttered as
she fell into a deep sleep on the
couch. Chidnma later dished the
food and ate her post breakfast in the dining
while Rachel slept on.
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Sylvester pushed the door into
room 65 opened and found a
young woman probably in her
early forties sprawled to the ground, blood
ozzing from her
nose. A mobile phone was blinking
red beside her. At once he knew,
Jay broke into this room and
knocked out the poor hapless lady
lodged in it, used her phone without thinking.
But his question now is, did he
know his call was being
intercepted from the start? The first
call he made to Danger-kelv
showed Gaol hotel, room 65. Meaning, he was
in this room then.
There are more mysteries to be
unraveled.
Sylvester tried giving the lady a
mouth to mouth, but it didn’t come
to fruition. He walked towards the front door
and removed his phone
to call Clement.
Suddenly, his mission became blurr
and he fell on his knees.
“What next?” The lady asked
cleaining her nose with tissue paper.
“He will lead us out.” Jay said
dragging an almost passing out
Sylvester to his feet and pointing
his gun on his head.
The three of them walked into the elevator
which came to a halt on
hte ground floor. Immediately,
about ten different weapons were
pointed at them.
“Drop you weapons or I kill him.”
Jay threatened. The lady with a gentle and
innocent eyes pointed her gun at
the receptionist.
“Exits should be unlocked now.”
She said.
The receptionist made a call to the security
men outside and
instructed them as told.
Jay dragged Sylvester with them
until they got outside the hotel
premises and Immediately he
hopped into their car with the lady behind the
wheel, he released his
grip on Sylvester and allowed him
to fall.
ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 124
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