Chapter Eight
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"What! Where is all this s**t coming from?" Daniel snapped raising his voice.
"You have seen the man’s life. You know he won't leave you anything, not especially now that you lost all your shares," John said, his voice echoed back and forth the room, "you just couldn't let him die of a natural cause, you decided to end it yourself."
"I did not know all these shits until y’all just mentioned it now. What makes y’all think that I will have this kinda s**t in my head?"
"Stop all these pretense." John slammed his hand clenched into a fist on the table. "Why would a d**g addict want to miss an opportunity like that? Why would an irresponsible spoiled duffer miss out on an offer to take over his father's sweat and blood without earning it?"
"You knew he was drunk, you and your boys then left early so as not to be a suspect, then came back when Adamu slept off to finish up the business," Susan said with dashing confidence in her voice.
"You think that me being rascal has gotten into my head? Y’all think my head is messed up? Y’all must be kidding," Daniel fumed at them, "I am not insane man. I know I do some rough stuffs but I am so sure I am no bad guy.
"Besides, y’all do so many dirty shits all in the name of being cops but me and my boys are clean. We also got drunk at the party. We just wanna be happy and that’s all! No one is killing anybody."
John and Susan knew they were only trying out their luck. They had no strong evidence against him, so they were against the wall. The fact that he mentioned of them doing dirty things had weakened them also. But that is what they see while discharging their duties.
The atmosphere in the room got tense: for Daniel, it was how they know so much about him including his horrid not so long past. The shock on his face could have been taken for guilt but he controlled himself. For the inspectors it was the fear of what will happen if they failed at making Daniel admit the crime or at least breach his defense. Both sides maintained their composure; neither of them ready to yield to one another.
"Okay, we will let you go for now, just know we're watching and expect our call at any moment," Susan said, finally throwing in the towel.
"Not happening."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You can contact my lawyer as from now on if you have any business with me." Daniel rose from his seat and straight for the door.
Susan and Daniel were now a suspect down.
"How is she? Your little girl." John said, tilting his chair back and forth like a rocking chair, with a dirty smirk on his face. Daniel's ears twitched. He froze before he could open the door. But he didn't say a word.
"You must really love her. What is her name?"
Daniel turned back at him filled with rage, he was about to go hit John but he took a second thought and turned back.
"We're watching!" John yelled as Daniel stormed out of the room.
The inspectors went back to their drawing board, thinking and racking their brains on what they would do next, who their next display would be, who they need to add to the squad in order to achieve their result.
Mike brought up the idea of introducing Nate to the team.
"Never!" John retorted. "Not on something so delicate like this."
"Why not?" Susan went on, "he is smart and intelligent, he will be a good addition to the team."
John walked towards the suspects board, "that is what you think," he says, "Nate is just an augmented version of this duffer here." He points at Daniel's picture.
"I think he's right," Jones said, with his arms folded, "if a drop of all these gets to Nate, we are all screwed."
"What would you have us do then? Since we are a suspect down and we need to keep an eye on the suspects and at that on a professional level," Mike said, looking haggard in his oversized pullover.
The existing tension in the room grew stronger than before as the police channeled through different options but non yielding effortive. Susan's phone rang, she didn't pick it up. It rang over and over again. She looked at the screen for a while, then withdrew away from it, ignoring the call.
John looked at her, knowing something was wrong, "who is that?" he asked inquisitively.
"Not important."
The phone rang again and they all fixed their eyes on her as she fixed hers on the phone. John knew it was the same person who called her at the estate. Jake? He wasn't sure, but he knew something was off about her. The phone rang again.
"Pick it up if it's nothing," John said with an expectant gaze upon Susan. Susan didn't yield.
"I said it is nothing!" she snarled, "just mind your business and let us concentrate on the issue at hand. You got something or not?" Her unusual raised voice tripped Mike and Jones, but not John. He wasn't moved a bit, rather he was more interested in knowing what is happening with her.
Mike and Jones looked at John expecting him to say something.
"Okay, chill. I have a friend," John said, walking back to the table.
"You always have a friend on every matter, just go straight to the point," Susan said still in the angry mood.
Mike and Jones could not help but notice Susan's unusual state. She has never been like that to them, including John, until the day she picked that call in the estate.
"He is a private detective. His name is Shola," John said, resting his weight on the table, beside Susan. "He has his office located in Wuse."
"How is this friend of yours going to help us?" Susan asked. Her mood has started changing, but was still irritated by John beside her.
"Shola is an expert at framing. He is world class. He blends in easily with every environment which is what we will need if we are to know out killer."
"We have a week and three days left, how sure are we he is going to meet up with such time," Mike said. Jones listening studiously.
"Shola has solved an even more complicated case than this in three days," John said boastfully, "we can meet up with him if we leave early tomorrow morning."
Jones was in support as long as it has not to do with Nate. Susan and Mike had no option either. So they all agreed.
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