The Voice - Episode 25

 

Cole opened the small gate and entered his house. Water prickled down his body saturating the blue Chelsea jersey he was clad in.
He had just finished an hour jog and was sweating profusely like a Christmas goat.
Jogging for an hour everyday has become a daily routine, it was the psychologist prescription as a way to get some of his memories back plus it helped clear his head and it made him think.
It had been four days since he had been discharged from the hospital.
He was tremendously infuriated at his inability to recall the past three weeks event.
He had a bad feeling that it was not just the accident that made him lose some of his memories like the doctors had claimed. He knew it was more than the accident . He could have forgotten all his memories but he didn’t, it was only three weeks amnesia and why not total amnesia?
Something was definitely fishy but he just couldn’t tell.

He had tried times without number to recall what actually happened in the last three weeks but all to no avail. It was blank like it never existed.
This to him was more annoying than being alive. He sat on a couch in the large sitting room, the house looked empty with no one in it. His mind drifted to Nancy and a sad expression replaced his once puzzled look

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. He remembered he had a wife. Nancy, someone who he was yet to see. He’d tried numerous ways to reach her but none went through and without much ado he was being told that she had been missing since two weeks ago.

What was happening?

He couldn’t think straight anymore, his life was messed up and whoever that is doing this is making life a living hell for him. His phone beeped on the table and he picked it.
It was an emergency.

He suddenly stopped and he frowned.

Another murder?

Cole stood up and rushed to the bathroom. He had a quick shower and a change of clothes.
He got his keys and got into his Peugeot 504. He ignited the car engine and it roared to life.

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. He stepped on the accelerator and sped off.
He was going to the location of the murder which just happened. He wasn’t going to allow the killer get away not this time with puffed vexation. He had enough and couldn’t withstand to get more of it. The car came to a screeching halt as he stepped on the brakes.

A small crowd of people had formed distance away. Some policemen had arrived the crime scene, some were keeping off the crazy crowd away from the crime scene while some huddled around looking for evidence.
Cole stepped out of his car and ran to the crime scene. A body lay disfigured in a pool of fresh blood.
Cole bent down scrutinizing, it was a man with an oval structure of a face, he had scars on the disfigured face with a goatee beards which was soaked in his blood.
Cole saw the gunshot wound and then the bullet that did the job. He picked it up rolling it in his hands. He knew it was from a 9mm pistol and with the way it was shot, he could tell it was from a close range but the question is how?

“Send me video footages of thirty minutes ago” Cole said into the mouthpiece of his phone.

“make sure it is as fast as possible” he hung up the call and walked back to his car.
His phone beeped after some minutes, he opened the videos and he started watching.
He found nothing after some minutes of watching, it was just the normal daily activities of cars passing by.
He was about to exit the video when he saw a car sped away and a body falling from the car.
Cole immediately paused it and zoomed in on the car, he couldn’t see the face of the driver as he was well disguised in the black cap he had on.
He jotted the plate number of the car and he rewound the streaming.
He saw a Camry car following the black corolla in a hot pursuit.
Now, he could tell what actually happened.
It seemed like the killer was in the cab with the driver and while trying to get away, he shot the driver in the process.
Cole sent a message to all checkpoints with the number of the car asking for the car to be stopped when spotted.
Cole changed gears and he continued driving at an alarming rate of speed not minding the insults he received from pedestrians and drivers.
His device beeped and the screen lights came on. He used one hand to pick the phone and the other hand on the steering wheel.
A tracker had been activated showing the location of the person he had tracked down.

But who did he track? 

He couldn’t remember tracking anybody but out of curiosity, he set to go and find out.
He made a U- turn and changed the lane. He was going to find out who he’d tracked.
After minutes of driving recklessly, he came to a halt at the front of a house which looked like a warehouse.
Cole suddenly stopped in his tracks, the corolla car he had seen and had written the number was parked outside the ware house.
The plate number had been ripped off but he recognized the car.
He became very alarmed as he brought out his gun tucked in his hostler.
He pushed the door open and he stepped into the spacious compound with tentative steps.
The ware house was void of movement and activities. it seemed like the ware house had been abandoned for years as grasses grew out of the tiled floor.
Cole moved stealthily and slid down creeping in through the closed gate of the warehouse which the down part was slightly opened.
He crawled in and rose to his feet but a sudden kick sent him back sprawling on the floor.
He saw it too late and couldn’t dodge or weave it away.
A man with a black face cap stepped out and followed suit as Cole landed on the floor and he quickly gagged Cole with a handkerchief.
Cole writhed on the floor shaking vehemently as he consumed a mouthful of the substance.
His eyes went dim and he fell into unconsciousness.