She Did It - Episode 8

 

Tola picked up the phone and it read, "Bimpe" on the screen. She pressed accept, and placed the phone by the side of her ear.

"Good afternoon", Bimpe said.

"Same to you", Tola replied.

"I am so sorry for my behaviour yesterday, I'll be with you guys this night", Bimpe said.

"Okay", Tola replied with a sneer. Tola, used her hand to scatter her rumbled hair more . Sheila had dozed off on a sofa. Tola was bored and didn't have anything to do. She picked up her phone and checked out her whatsapp messages. She proceeded to instagram and was liking random pictures on her explore page.

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At Detective John's office, a car drove into the compound. He had his office at the first storey building. The building was two storied with a spacious marbled compound. John was still looking from the window, after she opened the Louvre. A young athletic built lady came out from the car. It was Bolanle. She had a fitted trouser and T-shirt on. Her unplaited natural hair was packed backward, while she wore six inches high heeled black shoe. John had stopped looking from the window, as he concentrated back to his files. He flipped them from pages to pages

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. There was a knock twice, and Bolanle entered.

"Whew, Welcome", John said and ushered her to a seat. He went to a refrigerator that stood by the side of his office, brought out an alcoholic wine with two shiny glass cups. He popped it and poured them in the two glass cups. They made a toast.

"So, in details, can we get into the main point of this whole crime case?", Bolanle said rhetorically.

"From what I got. Autopsy showed he was shot for days because his body was found floating in a stream after some days", John said.

"What could he have been doing there?", Bolanle queried.

"My exact thoughts. That's a far village", John replied.

"Ehhh, did he tell anybody where he was going?", Bolanle asked.

"Yes, He was in his friend's house, before he told him he was going to his girlfriend's house", John said.

"Good, and when the girlfriend was queried, what did she say", Bolanle asked.

"She didn't deny, he was coming to see her, but she said she didn't see him afterwards", John said.

"Shit!!!!" Bolanle said and hit the table with her hands. Her glass cup filled with wine shook, and fell from the table.

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. John stared at her displeased.

"I am so sorry", Bolanle said.

"It's Okay", John replied. He called a cleaner through a telephone call and she came to clean up the place.

"It's just that this case is more complicated but we have to do everything to get to the root" Bolanle said assuredly.

"That's why I like you. Idea never runs dry", John teased her.

"But I know for sure that those two's or one person out there are the main suspect. Do you have any of their details or more information?", Bolanle said and asked.

"I don't think I have their details", John replied.

"Maybe you should put a call through the bereaved, so we can get their details afterward", Bolanle said, picked her bag and left the office.

John picked up his phone lying opposite him, and called Dominique. She accepted the call, and John directed her to come to the office whenever she was ready. The inspector General of police had acquainted John with the Coker's, so they would feed him with information and he informs them how things are going on anytime.

Dominique arrived Detective John's office around 5PM. He normally closed the office by 8PM. 

"Good day", Dominique said, as she entered the office after exhibiting office manners.

"Good day, Dominique", John replied.

"I am here", Dominique said.

"Welcome and have a seat", John ushered her a seat. He continued, "so, I invited you because you seem more calm and won't overreact like your parents until the whole stuff is sorted". Dominique nodded with a go ahead signal.

"After our careful observations, your brother's friend and Girlfriend plus X; meaning any other person are the main suspect", John said.

"Demilade and Sheila? That can't be, especially Sheila", Dominique blurted. John quickly penned the names down.

"You can never say. But why do you think Sheila can't?", John asked.

"Sheila was nice to me, my parents and still stuck to my brother though he still beat her", Dominique said and bowed her head.

"Beat her?", John asked.