She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 7

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 7

Dennis beckoned for water and waited till the
servant who brought the bottled water left. He
poured some quantity into a glass, stared as
the liquid swirled round the glass and then
downed it in one gulp. He placed the glass on
a stool, adjusted forward and looked at his
boss. He saw dejection in the IG’s eyes and
felt his own heart beat faster. Finding
Williams’ murderer was like looking for a
needle in a haystack. He felt depressed but he
knew that something needed to be done and it
must be urgent. Two weeks. He tried to reason
how that would be possible. His eyes were on
the floor as he spoke calmly, “This has got
more complicated than I expected.” His voice
was so low that the IG barely got him. He
looked up at the IG and saw he was also
having the same feeling. We’re trapped. He
imagined. His gaze was still directed at the IG
when he asked, “Where and how do I start?”

The IG crossed one leg over the other,
supported his chin with his right palm and
went thinking. His eyes instantly became wide
with fear because of Dennis’ question. It was a question he had asked himself over and over but couldn’t answer. His body began to tremble and tiny beads of perspiration started clustering under his armpits. The air- conditioner was useless. Soon, sweat was dripping profusely down his cheeks. He took out a white handkerchief and dabbed at his cheeks. He was sad he was letting Dennis see him tremble, but he couldn’t help it. This was
unusual. Destiny Noel was a man who never
allowed any situation to overwhelm him.

Before Williams became president, there was
practically no security and everyone, including
the armed forces, lay at the mercy of
hoodlums and terrorists. He became the
Inspector General and put a stop to what he
termed malarkey. He became a savior and was praised and revered by all. But now the
malarkey had resurfaced again and he was
about being consumed by it. Nothing seemed
to be working and worse still, the same people
that praised him now condemned him, most of
them publicly saying he was inefficient and
calling for his sack. Since he rose to the
position of the Inspector General, he had
always handled every situation that showed
up. But the murder of President Williams was
still a mystery that was about shattering his
career and rendering him inefficient.

The IG knew his glory or doom depended on the two weeks the president had given. Whether Dennis could help restore his glory was what he couldn’t tell. Dennis’s question had rather increased his doubts about finding Williams’ murderer.

Since he started working with
Dennis, he had never asked such question
when given any assignment. Dennis’ usual
statement after being giving assignments had
always been, I promise to do my best, and he
really did his best. But here he was, asking
where and how he would start. The IG knew he couldn’t trust himself let alone the agent. But he had one thing to trust at the moment, his instincts.

That had been the factor behind his
success since the birth of his career in the
force. His instinct was always right and he
obeyed it. Now his instincts told him the
murderer of Williams would be discovered in
two weeks, he believed. He looked at Dennis
who was already getting pissed off with his
long minutes of silence, smiled and said,
“What was that your question?”

Dennis looked at him with surprise, scanning
his face anxiously. Was he still with him? He
thought. “I asked where and how I would
start.” His voice was expressionless.
“Oh I see.” The IG counted, “You start from scratch. Let’s see where it takes us.” His phone rang immediately. He took it from his pocket and looked at the screen.

It was Thelda Bruno. He quickly pressed a button and put the late Williams’ wife through, “Hello madam.” Stunned silence followed, then with a sudden raging shivery he said, “What’re you saying?” He listened a moment, “Oh my God!”
and he hung up, ripples of shock spreading
through him.

Agent Dennis looked his boss in the eyes and
his heart fluttered. What he saw in those eyes
sent panic bubbling up inside him. The IG was
doing something Dennis hadn’t imagined, let
alone seen him do. He was crying. Tears filled
his eyes and were coursing steadily down his
cheeks. Dennis opened his mouth to speak but
no word came forth. He felt sudden damp
patches under his arms. He forced himself to
his feet and walked slowly to his boss. He
stood just in front of him, not knowing what
exactly to think or do. He felt his hand rising
and making to the IG’s face, probably to wipe his tears, but he stopped it halfway. Instead, he found himself uttering two words, “What sir?” His voice was hazy.