The Repenter

The Repenter- Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

They pulled in the tiny driveway. Glen heavily made his out of the car. Zikwiche followed after gathering his tools. They press the intercom. It went unanswered. They pressed again. And unmistakable voice answered.

It was much to the joy of Glen, his face lit up immediately with happiness. He accomplished the task. The gate slowly opened.

The interior of Kamo yard was breathtaking. A neatly done lawn- and a few huge jacarandas trees that almost obscured the door of the house. He was sitting in one of the rocking chairs under the jacaranda as he watched Glen and the young cop, proudly marching towards him.

He smiled at their approach.

The smile was much of an annoying to Glen. It pissed him more than before. How can he proudly sit so proudly? With all the things around him, those are not legitimate? What does he think he was? Untouchable? He will rot in jail this time around. A fury of thoughts wandered in his mind.

“Gail…” Kamo called top of his voice. A young lady - maybe in her mid twenties - appeared on the doorway.

“Can you please bring two more chairs for Glen and his friend here?” He happily ordered his young assistant.

To him, it was the pleasure of the most high to have Glen on the yard. Finally, his forensic skills were noticed by the likes of Glen. It wasn’t at all that surprising; a few in Botswana has done that kind of course, especially homicide forensic.

Gail blushing - she offered the two cops the chairs. A tray with some juice followed the chairs. Glen reluctantly accepted the courtesy. Zikwiche accepted the juice with a wink and a huge grin.

“Well… well. You are very welcome, Detective Glen.” He took a long sip to the already finished juice of his. He nodded to show his gratitude to the famous detective. Glen was somehow still caught in his own sea of thoughts. Why is he not jesting at his presence? Was he trying to play a professional now?

“Pleasure is mine, Kamo. It has been years since our paths crossed.” He returned the glass into the tray.

“How have you been, Kamo?” That was a sort of question that almost suggesting “I know you haven’t been to good course.”- Statement.

Having done human psychology as the fundamental of his forensic course. He has forehand seen that Glen was not there for an official visit. Something was amiss.

“I have been frankly well Detective, as you can see.” He opened his arms in a gesture. He ignored the bitterness Glen’s approach. He called Gail and whispered something to her. She nodded as she hurried into the house.

“Since this visit seems not all together cozy- can we go use my boardroom? I suspect it needs some high intact. Is it not so detective?” Without any further words, Glen followed him to the boardroom. They went past what looked as the reception. The front desk lady smiled at them. A smile that was not returned. She was used to such kind of coldness. More clients of Kamo come here in bitter situations. She suspected another murder. After all, money will be reported.

A lazy but yet attracting graffiti writing- welcomed Glen and his young companion. “The best forensics in the country.” The words read. Glen marched slowly behind the retreating back of Honorable. He was heavily digesting what he had just read. What the heck was going on? Who was doing the forensic? Kamo or the young lady he just saw? That remained to be answered. Mercy.

The boardroom was quite spacious. A few testing apparatus were nicely lined at the rear table. Glen eyes took a long and steady tour of the room with his eyes. He read every poster, every note. He basically read anything readable. Finally, his eyes rested on the forensic credentials of Kamo.

He took his time reading them. In fact, he was establishing if they were not fake. Yes! Fake they were not. What a surprise? So the great thief is now a very important member of any security in the country. How come he didn’t know of him? He wondered how many jobs he has pulled for the government and perhaps private ones. I am looking at what he has - a couple of such jobs. Forensic is a high paying trade- especially since he was a private one.

He lazily pulled a chair. He half seat, as much as he half dropped on the chair.

“The mercy of the Lord has found you? Or you found the mercy?” He teased, still struggling to comprehend to what he had just witnessed.

“Amen Detective. It is a nice thing to hear you say those holy words. I have been found by mercy, and I, too, have found mercy.” He found pleasure in answering the detective. The table has turned; the situations are no longer like in the past. In the past where every single he had to utter was forced through a police rod.

“God love us all, Glen. And I guess we owe him the same love.

One wrong footing doesn’t define us.” He added. Well. What can he say? His joy has been ruined. He totally didn’t expect such a turnaround. It is even worse looking at the fact he has to deploy Honorable in the death of his old friend. In more contrast, it will be good for honor to investigate the death of Gijko.

It will be like paying a last respect to his old friend.

“You seem very troubled, Detective. Are you investigating a bad murder or it was it me you were hoping to find on the wrong side of the law?” After all those years of staying clean, it wasn’t surprising to see guys like Glen sniffing on him - with a hope that he is on the wrong and a good CV to themselves.

He swallowed hard - a disappointment kind of a swallowing. Honorable smiled to that. It is joy to hit those who wish you ill with a clean display. As for young Zikwiche , he stopped noting down. He has been lost in the way. In fact, there was nothing to note down. The two old friends were having a rationale conversation, and it was not worth noting down.

“I am dealing with both your claims, Kamo. And I am very disappointed you’re this clean. With that said, it means I am left with one thing. It's a terrible double homicide.” He gave a huge sigh, which went off with a tiny whistle. He produced two pictures from his pocket. Slid them across the table to honor. He recognized Gijko.

“Good heavens. What’s wrong with Gijko? He just can't stay away from trouble. So he is our main suspect? Who is this other guy?” He was referring to the second picture. Indeed, it has been a long while since he saw Millie, and he hardly recalled him.

“That other fellow is Millie. Milikani. You sure must recall him.

He was on your then nasty crew.” Kamo gave a frown to his thought. Eventually, things started to piece up together. So Millie and Gijko have always been together. What a drab?

In the mist of his thoughts, the voice of Glen sounded. It sounded more of an echo to him - it took him a long while to process all of them.

“They are not our suspects- they have been murdered.” He threw two more pictures at him. He took a long look at the pictures. A mist of tears blinded his view. So Gijko and Millie have been murder. By the pictures in the photos- the killer was out for revenge. He was a very angry guy he was.

The most striking question was - didn’t Glen know he was doing homicide forensic? Why did he come over to him? Does he suspect him of killing his two buddies? God has mercy.

“There are a lot of things, Glen, that I was capable of doing back then. Killing was never among that least. Believe me, I did what I did because of a bad rough patch I was going through - hence, I wasn’t long in the game”? He tilted his head, a bit high, almost staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes momentarily and engaged in a quick prayer.

“Let the past rest. You know it well that it is in the nature of policing that the first suspects are those close. I got a trial on hand. Help get to the bottom of it.” The guilty somehow engulfed him. He should have done a proper Intel before coming here. If this reaches the commissioner, the consequences will be there.

They said their byes- and showed themselves out of the room. Like a scared rabbit, he rushed out the yard.

The question lingered. The question that was seemly a mystery - a puzzle of undetermined sized. An unsolvable one. Who killed Gijko? Who killed Millie?