The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 20

4 years ago

The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 20

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Olivia
Olivia and Utebo had planned to take the children out so many times in the past but somehow they never had the time. Especially since Utebo’s husband Paul had been promoted and transferred to the rank of lieutenant colonel and Abuja respectively. But when the twin boys began to tug on her dress saying they wanted to go out and even Emma and Somma added their agreement in their high pitched voice as usual.

Olivia and Utebo conferred briefly and decided to take the children for a treat by noon. There was an amusement park which had just been commissioned barely 6 months ago which simply meant it was still in good shape, Her mother in law added with a sad smile.
“Okay..then after we can take them somewhere for snacks and ice cream” Olivia said. It sounded good and she honestly needed a breath of fresh air..having been mostly indoors the past weekend.

“Why don’t we make some sandwiches and take some chilled drinks and maybe fruits so we can have a picnic instead.. The park is nice and peaceful” her mother in law suggested.

The use of ‘we’ did not go unnoticed and Utebo laughed “mama you want to come along too?”
“Ah ah…yes now I need to stretch my bones” she replied with a twinkle in her eyes.
“What of the shop” Utebo asked
“Is it not just for a few hours?” Her mother replied with a question of her own.
Utebo looked at Olivia “what do you think about the picnic? Should we pack a basket?”
Olivia nodded “it sounds good..and maybe if we’re still hungry we can get something on the way home.”

They all seemed to agree on this.
Utebo then looked at her father who was still in his chair, his nose buried into the newspaper he got delivered every morning.
“Dad how about you…would you care to accompany us” she asked
He didn’t look up from the paper “I have so many places to go today…there wouldn’t be time” he was currently stuck on the crime section reading about the death of a man who was believed to have been wanted as a top priority by the law agencies of the country. Attached was the picture of Mr Kehinde which had been circulated in every nook anf cranny and every median outlet in the past two years. The only reference to his killer was that he had been shot in the head. It was obvious society wasn’t going to shed a tear for this one..in fact there was a general sigh of relief from the tone of the article alone.

The newspaper for one barely touched his murder but then went on to list the dead man’s crimes among which was genocide, kidnapping, drug/child/arms trafficking..
Alli no joy narrowed his eyes in thought, he guessed correctly that his son was on the thick of the latest developments or at least was connected in some way. Probably why he had forgotten to call the day before.

If the shadow was dead then it was indeed good news. He had always worried for his son and as long as the shadow had been alive he hadn’t been at rest, filled with apprehension and fear for his son and his family. Which was why it was strange that after learning of the Shadow’s death, instead of relief a feeling of dread came over him.

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Reversing the truck was not as smooth as the drive in had been and I saw so many flower beds had been ruined and trampled by the strong tires of the truck.

I couldn’t care less right now…I waited at the gate, holding it ajar with Andy at the other end as we watched the hilux back out very slowly leaving destruction in its wake.
We had buried the coffin back, down to the gravel stones that covered it but it didn’t look as it had before, one wouldn’t need to inspect it closely to see that the grave had been tampered with.

I was counting on the police and their belief in their abilities to keep them from exhuming the grave. To them the ID from the prints would be enough…it could never be a mistake.
“How do we get across to that Terry guy?” I asked Andy. I had told them the plan to give the ‘specimen’ to both the doctor and the young man in order to be sure and they all agreed.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking of since you told us…I’m kicking myself mentally for not collecting his number yesterday” Andy replied my question.

We locked the gate after battling with the stiff padlock for a few minutes. “We’d find a way…worst case scenario we’d go to the station ourselves.” I said

We entered the truck sliding into the back seat gratefully. Tonye was in front and Bami was behind the wheel. He watched me through the rearview then said “I just received a call from one detective Dagnet or whatever…she said the coroner discovered a very large amount of sedatives in the victims bowels during the autopsy. So he was already drugged senseless before he was killed”

I stared out the window, watching the trees fly past (the plot of land containing the graves was indeed in the middle of nowhere) “at least that answers the question of why he would sleep through the noise of a wall drill just above his head”

“Did the coroner tell you what the drug was? Or maybe he was drunk” Andy said.
“No…no…” Bami switched his steering hand, handling the car with his right while his left hand dug into his breast pocket.

He glanced at the paper and obviously had problem pronouncing what was written on it. He focused on the road and gave the paper to Tonye.

“Al…-Al-pra-sa….Alprazolam then in bracket (xanax)” Tonye said squinting and I realized Bami’s writing was just so bad..the coroner must have just spelt the word for him to write down and he hadn’t caught the pronunciation, plus his own writing was so bad he had trouble recognizing it.

Andy whistled “That’s a powerful drug”
I looked at him “you know it?”
“Nope…but the name alone is powerful” he said with a reassuring smile, trying to calm my nerves as much as his also.

Funny enough I agreed with him, I could tell it would take a very heavy sedative to knock out the elusive leader of the sunset shadows himself.

“How was it ingested? In a drink or what?” I asked
Bami frowned “damn! He didn’t say” he slapped the steering and we knew he was mad at himself for not remembering to ask.

Although the call had been short, he had been reversing out of the yard and with his phone on his shoulder, his head bent to hold it in place. A Biro and piece of paper from the pigeon hole in his right hand and his left hand serving as the base for writing as well as controlling the steering which no doubt contributed to the merciless massacre of the flowers.

Finally we were on the express and Bami said “where to?” As we approached a roundabout that split the road into different directions.

Well…let’s go to the doctor first.. on to LUTH!” Andy and I said simultaneously. I flicked my wrist and checked the time it was 11:45 am.

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