The house which they later learnt was rented property stood in a gated compound. Jackson rang the bell and waited. Two minutes later the gate was opened by a young girl of about twenty years who welcomed them to the main house.
Jennifer watched the two cops entering the house rooted in her seat in the living room. She sensed fear; fear borne out of the fact that whenever one sees such people coming to their homes it is always about bad news. She knew without asking that the visit had to do with her husband. What could he have done? Was he in some danger? The more questions she asked herself the more she became paranoid.
“Good evening madam,” Jackson greeted her before continuing, “My name is Chief Inspector of Police Jackson Papa and with me is Corporal Nelson my colleague. I presume yo
