The Voice - Episode 15

 

Detective Cole arrived the crime scene in a matter of seconds to meet a small crowd of people already at the scene. He made his way through the curious crowd shoving his ID card in their faces as he screamed “Make way. Excuse me, leave the road please”

He had an intimidating figure which was more than enough to make way even if he doesn’t have his ID with him. He had broad shoulders with rippling biceps . He was 6ft tall and always wore very tight black shirts. He bent and got into the yellow tape area. The medics were talking to a few pressmen and some other officers where huddling around the crime scene looking for more evidence. There was a body by the lagoon in white cloth. He moved closer to the body, bent down and pulled away the white cloth.

The white, lifeless and decaying body of Bamidele Williams stared back at him in the face. He looked at the body closely, there was no gunshot wounds, no marks, no fracture nor bruises. It looked like a suicide, but why would he kill himself?

The question was eating him up and he needed answers. If Bamidele Williams was innocent as he had claimed but why would he take his own life?
 
Was there foul play? 

Did somebody kill him and make it look like a suicide?

This and more of the questions throbbed his worried heart.

“You shouldn’t be here”_ a voice sounded behind him.

Cole looked back, it was inspector kunle, the trouble maker. He was clad in a black trouser and a police cop vest.

“Why are you here?” inspector kunle asked.

“The same reason you are here” Cole replied nonchalantly.

“But I thought you’re off the case already” inspector kunle said looking at him in the eyes with a hidden smile

“I am but I can still carry out my own investigations which is none of your business” Cole replied and walked away, his mood more messed up.

“Its none of my business indeed!” inspector kunle shouted after him but Cole never looked back nor replied.

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Cole opened the door to his sitting room and entered the house, he needed to cheer up but Nora is the only way he could do that

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. He missed her too much and he had to see her, little wonder why he found himself in his house instead of his office where he would be battling with unsolved crimes.

“Honey!” he bellowed out but got no response. He walked to the bedroom, turned the door knob and pushed it slightly open. He peeped in, but she wasn’t there.

Where could she be?

He checked the kitchen, she could probably be cooking but she wasn’t there too. He was now getting scared. He ran, checking all fours and corners of the house screaming at the top of his voice. He even checked the basement but he couldn’t find her, his heart was beating fast now.

Where could she be?

Has she been kidnapped?, his heart skipped a beat at the thought and a shudder of chills slid down his spine.

“Nora where are you!” he screamed but the only answer he got was the echoes of his voice. He ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the house dejectedly.
Eureka! he hasn’t checked one place, the pool. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the back of the building. He suddenly stopped abruptly in his tracks, and stared in awe and admiration. It was Nora, she came out of the pool drenched with water, picked a white towel and wiped her face. She became more exquisitely beautiful as she freed her hair and let it fall freely. 
Cole watched as she bent down drying off her body with the towel, her back side was turned to him.
Cole couldn’t wait anymore as he ran towards her inadvertently and jumped on her, Nora screamed oblivious of who it was as they both fell into the pool making the water splash on the surface.

“Oh baby! Its …” Nora couldn’t complete her statement as Cole kissed her on the lips, she held him more tightly to herself as their lips intertwined in a long passionate kiss.

They dived deeper into the pool and continued kissing and smooching. The intensity of the kiss and romance session heightened that they almost choke. Cole swarm up with Nora in his hands as they panted catching their breaths.

“I love you baby” Nora said with a wide grin.

“I love you more my honey pie"

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He stepped out into the frosty night air, the night was cold and hawkish and it caressed his skin frigidly. He shook his head, that wasn’t good. He looked up and stared into the sky, the stars were up and shining and the moon shone brightly. He was clad in his suit yet again but this time, he adorned the suit with a hood but it looked odd and that wasn’t good too. He had to take extra measures, he couldn’t afford is cover to be blown, that was the dreaded thing he could ever imagine. He walked down the alleyway like he always does, humming to an imaginary song. He suddenly stopped in his tracks when he saw her, who was that?

She stood 5ft tall, her hair ragged and it looked haggard, her eyes were sunken red with hollow circles which scared him.

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. He looked for the smile that she always had on her face but it wasn’t there. Instead he saw a frown, a deadly one at that.

That wasn’t good at all.

He knew what it meant, she was angry again, he needed to kill and take revenge. At least, to make her smile, but the night was not a good one, he knew it, things might go wrong.

The detective, he is getting closer to him day by day but he is always a step ahead.

The figure standing faded away, at least that was what he thought. He continued walking, things weren’t just right but he had to shake it away. He stopped and hid behind the coconut tree, covered his head with the hood and wore the gloves. The type of gloves he used for the previous murder, it was a false finger print hand glove which had the detective prints on it. He shook his head, she wasn’t coming and doesn’t look like she would come anytime soon.
He shook his head again, nothing was going well at all.
He suddenly heard the tyres of a car screech from afar.

That was it, he knew she was coming but not this way, she ought to be on foot. He brought out his hand revolvers getting ready to kill. He stepped out onto the road and fired sporadically at the tires as the car approached.
It wasn’t a propitious time to attack at all but he already did anyway. The tires bursted making the car somersault and skid off the road. He fired continuously and suddenly stopped when the car went up in flames.

“Holy shit”, he cursed under his breath.

Nothing really was going well.