The night was cold and windy, it
was a good night to kill. He had
watched her for two weeks and
he knew she was coming, she
always did. The road was
straight and clear, he would see
her long before she came close.
He held his palms against his
cheeks, holding his trembling
lips with his thumbs. He was
standing under a tree just after
the bridge he was sure she was
going to cross. He smiled, it was
very cliché; the boogie man
always came from behind a tree
in the dark. No cars were
passing, he did not expect any
to, he could not afford any
witnesses and he would have
A shadow crept into the
horizon, his heart skipped a
beat; she was coming. The cold
was gone and he began to
sweat. His lips still trembled and
now his teeth were joining in
the freak-out party. Calm down,
she’s just a woman – a girl. He
pulled his hood lower, he could
not make any mistakes, it had to
be that night, he had waited
long enough.
She was getting closer. He
shoved his hands into his
pockets to keep them from
falling off, he could not scare
her away. She was getting
closer. He inhaled deeply as the
wind blew the scent of her
cheap perfume on him. She was
very close now, her heels clicked
as she moved towards him.
She was four feet away when
he stepped out from behind the
“Hello babe.” He whispered
trying his best to hide the
tremor in his voice.
She jumped when she saw him.
“Hey, why na? You scare me,
wetin you want?”
“You know what I want, the
question, do you have it?” He
answered, moving closer to her.
His heart was racing. It is
“See you, do I have it?” She
staggered backwards, he could
smell the alcohol. It did not
matter, she would do. “If you
get the money, you fit get
anything you want.”
He brought out a wad of cash
and waved it, she stumbled
forward to take it but he pulled
“Nope, not until your job is
done. Let’s go.” He held her by
the arm and led her to the bus
he had packed not far away
from his pick up point. She
climbed into the bus and
slumped into the seat. He closed
the door behind her and locked
it. He went round the vehicle
and climbed into his seat.
It had taken many years, but the
night had come; Diana would
have her sacrifice.
The light stung his eyes as he
opened them, Adam Ademola
shielded his eyes with his right
hand and pulled himself up from
the sofa with his left. He rubbed
his temples, they banged in a
way he had never experienced
before. He was used to waking
up with headaches, but the pain
he felt at the moment
threatened to split his head. He
reached for the television’s
remote control, the sound
coming from the television was
going straight into his head. He
put the television off and threw
the remote on the table.
He stood up and knocked over
an empty bottle as he staggered
towards the refrigerator. There
were a number of empty bottles
around the sofa, the splintering
head was not a surprise. He
reached for the top of the
refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of
aspirin and popped three
tablets into his mouth. He picked
a bottle of water from the
refrigerator and gulped the
whole bottle.
He had promised himself he
would not wake up like this
anymore, but he had kept the
promise for all of three days
before he picked up the bottle
neatly tucked away in his car.
Idiot! He had no idea what time
it was but it did not matter, he
was going to bed.
His phone rang and he jumped,
stumping his toe against the
table. He cursed and snatched
his phone from the table.
“What?” he screamed into the
“Sir, you need to come to the
office now!” Who is this fool?
“I don’t need to do anything.
Who is this? Whoever you are,
know that you have lost your
“Sir, this is serious, you need to
be here.”
“Look here, nothing serious
happens in that office. Whatever
it is, it will have to wait.” He
ended the call.
He sat heavily on the chair
making it squeak. He placed a
finger on a vein that was
threatening to pop on his neck,
it was probably a foolish idea
but he needed some scotch.
His phone rang again.
“Why are you disturbing me so
early in the morning?” he said in
a barely audible whisper.
“Adam Ademola, it is Eleven
A.M.” What! “Are you hung-over
again? Anyway, you need to be
in the office. You have any
doubt, well turn on your TV.
Your girlfriend is on.”
He threw away the phone,
picked the remote and switched
on the television.
“This is the first murder of this
kind that this city has seen.” She
was still pretty even when she
was reporting a murder. She
was not his girlfriend, they had
had a brief relationship but it
had ended for years. “It looks
like a ritual killing but the police
are yet to comment on the
murder. We will come back with
an official police statement in a
few minutes.” The reporter said
and her pretty face gave way for
a bank commercial.
He switched off the television
and headed for the bathroom,
he really needed to be in the
One hour later he drove into
office of the Crime Investigation
Bureau of the newly formed
Kwara State Police Department.
The guards saluted as he drove
past the gate, he ignored them
and pulled into the carport.
Reporters had gathered and
were waiting for him, they
identified his car and were now
rushing towards him. He had
taken a couple more of aspirin
pills before he left his house. His
head still throbbed and he had
difficulty looking at anything for
more than five seconds before
he felt dizzy. His sunglasses
covered his sunken red eyes, he
had to hide them, the journalists
would have a field day if they
knew he was hungover.
He stepped out of his car,
supporting himself with the
door of the car. Immediately
microphones were shoved in
his face.
“Mister Ademola…” a journalist
“Detective please, Detective
Ademola.” He corrected the
She smiled and continued.
“Detective Ademola, do you
think this is a ritual killing?
Should the people of the city be
worried about this?”
“I would normally not comment
before full investigation has
been conducted but I would like
to say this, the fine people of
this city have nothing to worry
about. Whoever did this will be
found very soon and he… or she
will be brought to justice. We
don’t care if it is a ritual killing,
we will put an end to this soon.
Thank you very much.”
He turned, picked his I-pad from
the car and closed the door.
A ritual killing? He had not had a
serious case of murder since he
became head of the CIB. He
would take his old job back with
a huge ‘thank you’ but no one
was offering it to him. His head
still ached, he had planned to
drop in, make his appearance
for the sake of the press and
pass the case to the nearest
deputy. It did not look like he
could walk so easily.

He entered into the office
building feeling like a stranger.
People were huddled in offices,
the murder was making the CIB
agents go bonkers. Adam
smiled, at least they were going
to work for their pay. He
removed his sunglasses as he
entered his office, followed
immediately by his assistant. He
had reassigned four assistants
before he had found the perfect
combination of angel and devil
he wanted in Tola Dosumu
“Are you crazy Ademola? A
murder like this happens and
you decide to sleep in?” She put
her balled fists on her waist like
a mother scolding her ten year
“Dosumu, you do realize I’m
your boss right? I can fire you
anytime I want.” He answered.
He set his I-pad on the table and
sat on the edge of the table.
“Who got killed? Why is
everybody going crazy?”
“You know what Ademola?
Maybe you should fire me, I can’t
put up with this. You realize I
am not your secretary, I am a
cop who is unfortunate to be
your assistant. You are the head
of the CIB, yet you come to work
anytime you want, usually

“I’m not drunk.” He replied
looking away from her. His head
still pounded, the sooner he was
done with the murder
nonsense, the sooner he could
return to his house and his sofa.
And my bottle. “Okay, I had a
few drinks yesterday, I’m sorry
Mom. Can we move on now?”
“Yes, we can. That file…” she
pointed to the blue file on his
table. “is a summary of all we
know about the murder. I’ll be
in my…”
“Dosumu I said I’m sorry.” He
jumped from the table and
grabbed her hand. “Come on,
why are you so angry this
morning?” They had a weird
relationship, he knew they did
but he was content with it. She
had saved his butt more than
once, while he had done all that
was humanly possible to drive
her crazy. “You know it’ll take all
day to read that file, just give me
the main points.”

To be continued


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