The Complete Assassin Episode 3

The Complete Assassin Episode 3

written by kayemjay

The whole room smelled of fresh blood and corpses. Steven tugged at his mother’s hand continuously; tears free falling from both eyes as he glanced round the house. His father lay lifeless on the floor just a few meters behind him. In front of him was his beloved sister Sharon, in a pool of her own blood.  Still, he continued to tug and call his mother who had passed out on the floor.

After a few minutes, there was commotion in the house as Stella walked in with a handful of neighbors. There was crying and wailing and shouting. Some began to curse the men responsible, some just walked round in circles with hands on their heads, and while some others who were more courageous went to check the lifeless bodies on the floor. More people came in through the front door and the noise amplified. One of the neighbors came to Steven and tried to pull him away from his mother. He would not let go.

“I think Mama Stella is still alive o. Bring water! Bring water, fast!!”  The man said after feeling Dorothea’s fading pulse.

A bucket of water materialized from nowhere and they poured it on her. She didn’t budge.

“Jesus Christ.  Please wake up Mama Stella. More water please!!!”  The man shouted.

Stella was crying profusely. She was in the arms of one of the neighbors who had some sort of close relationship with her mother. Another neighbor carried Steven from his mother’s side, taking him away from the room.

“I want to see my mother. I want my mother!!! Leave me alone. I want my mother.”  Steven screamed, kicking his legs and flailing his arms.

The man who held him did not let go. He held Steven tight and carried him downstairs to his flat. Steven kept on crying and asking for his mother until he slept off.

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Samson and his team sped through the small road that led to the area where they suspected that the gunshots came from. They had to go past three streets to get to the suspected location. As they cut out from the second street, they met with huge traffic on the minor road that led to Jeffery’s street.

“What? What kind of traffic is this at this time of the day and season?”  Samson said angrily to the members of his team.

“I think we should go back. Maybe it was just a firecracker sir.” Raphael replied.

“Raphael! You disappoint me! I know you are a veteran in the field. How can you say that what we all heard was just a firecracker?!!!” Samson retorted.

“I am sorry sir. But as it is, the road is blocked. We cannot cut across traffic because both lanes are in a standstill. The only logical thing we can do is find our way back.” Raphael said, trying to convince his commander.

“No Ralph. The Only logical thing we should do is find how to get to the place and now!”  Samson commanded.

Just then another gunshot was heard. The sound was even louder than the ones they heard before now.

Furious, Samson barked orders.

“Sheriff, man the car! Raphael and Tunde, we are going there on foot. I will not have armed bandits terrorize people in my vicinity and on my watch. Move it ladies! Let’s go! Move, move, move, move, move!”

They got out of the police vehicle and zigzagged across the street with assault rifles in hand.

“Give way, give way, coming through, excuse me…”  Samson barked as they half ran, moving between pedestrians and motorcycles to get to Jeffery’s street.

As they got on the street, they stopped jogging and walked slowly; trying to decipher which of the buildings the gunshots could have come from.  A few minutes later, Tunde who was looking backwards saw some activity about four houses behind. A man was being carried into the back of a car. He looked lifeless and was covered in blood. Tunde quickly brought the attention of the others to it. Just as they began walking towards the scene, another group of people carried a young girl from the building and tried to put her into another car. She too looked lifeless and was covered in blood.

Samson and the other officers rushed to the scene with their guns. At that time, a crowd had begun to gather.

“Hey, you. What is happening here?”  Samson asked, pointing to an elderly man who was directing the neighbors on how to properly handle and place the corpses in the back of the car.

“Me?” The man asked pointing at himself

“Yes, you. I am Lieutenant Samson. I work with Divisional Headquarters for this district. We heard gunshots from the police station four streets away as we were turning in for the day. What happened?” Samson queried.

A middle-aged woman from the crowd burst into tears as they brought Dorothea out. They put her in yet another car directly behind the first two. The man, who had earlier taken Steven to his room, held the woman by the shoulder and rocked her gently, pleading with her to be calm and to stop crying.

“They call me Papa Junior. I am a close friend to the deceased. Armed robbers attacked us and killed a neighbor and his daughter. The gunshots you heard were the ones that killed them. The wife is in the last car over there. She is still alive but barely conscious. We are trying to get them to the hospital for professional evaluation.” Papa Junior replied.

“Oh my God!” Samson lamented and continued,

“Let me see them.” He finished.

They opened the door of the cars and Samson inspected both corpses one after the other. He shook his head after each examination, with a gloomy look on his face.

“This is wicked! Here is my card. Take them to Kingston Hospital. The doctors should attend to you immediately you show them this. Take the other side of the road, the normal route is blocked. Two trucks collided and have caused a lot of traffic, so the alternative route is your best option. I will join you shortly.” Samson said.

He turned to Raphael.

“Raph, go with them. I need to inspect the murder scene. Maybe we can get any clues that would lead us to the killers.” Samson finished.

Raphael nodded and went into one of the cars. Samson waited until all three cars had driven off, and then spoke to no one in particular.

“Can someone please show me the residence of the victims?”

“Wetin you wan do now ehn? Wetin? Where una dey when dem kill Papa Stella and Sharon? God will judge you! God will…” The middle aged woman who was wailing began to shout and curse when her husband forcefully put a hand over her mouth and took her inside.

Another neighbor volunteered to show them the flat where Jeffery and his family lived. Samson thanked him and went with him up the stairs closely followed by Tunde. The neighbor who volunteered pointed to the entrance of the flat and went back. He did not go along with the police officers into the room. Samson side stepped the blood and other evidence and just looked around. After walking around for about three minutes, he brought out his handkerchief and asked Tunde for his. With one handkerchief on his left palm, he used the other handkerchief to pick up the bullets on the floor. He also found a few drops of semen but he could not take the evidence.

“Call the forensics team. Tell them we have a code blue situation and give them every detail. You know the drill. I must have the report by the time I open my email tomorrow morning.”  Samson told Tunde.

Tunde took out his phone, dialed a number, and passed on the instructions.

Samson was still crouched, trying to see if there were any more clues he could salvage from the scene when they heard a voice from the door.

“Where is my mummy?”

Both officers turned.

A red eyed Steven stared them in the face, ready for another deluge of tears if they gave him an unsatisfactory answer.

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