Dial - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 23

“Mr. Silver died two weeks ago, Yao,” he said softly. “His partner, Mr. Black, told me. Apparently, Mr. Silver was attacked by a poisonous black mamba snake in his car that bit him multiple times all over his face. Died a slow agonizing death.”

“Jesus!” I whispered, aghast, but I still didn’t make the connection until Kwasi added the chiller.

“Mr. Black said he doesn’t’ want to take the assignment, Yao,” Kwasi continued as he dropped into a seat. “He said I should tell you that the chain they took from that nurse was found inside Mr. Silver’s mouth when he died. What was all that bout, Yao?”
And that hit me dead.

My throat went dry and my hands shook as I told Kwasi to leave me alone for a moment.
I locked the door, and I began to sweat profusely.

The chain!

Dear Lord!

Yes, the chain, that accursed chain! Akos’ chain.

Jesus!

Found inside Mr. Silver’s mouth?

I forced myself to calm down as I sat behind the desk again, and then I reached for my phone and I called Akos’ number.

It rang several times, and then, it was picked up.

A gravelly, deep male voice answered.
“Hello,” he said.

“Can I please speak to Akos?” I asked softly.
“This is Chief Inspector Danso Cuger of the Central Police Station,” the voice said slowly. “This number is saved as Husbie on Akos’ phone.”

“Why, what happened?” I asked, and my voice was not more than a croak.
“She fell from the top floor of the hospital building, sir,” the policeman answered. “Just this morning. You better come along, sir. We found six pregnancy test kits in her bag, all showing positive for pregnancy. She called this number hundreds of times just before she fell from the building!”

“But why?” I asked, alarmed. “How could she just fall from the building?”
“We want to believe it was an accident, sir,” he said. “Sometimes some of the nurses go up there to eat, or enjoy the sight, so I’m told. Maybe she was sitting on the ledge and fell accidentally.”

“Oh, dear Lord,” I whispered, shocked to my bones. “So how’s she doing? Where’s she on admission?”

There was a long silence, and then when he spoke his voice was very sad.
“Sorry, sir, but she didn’t make it,” he said gently.

“What?” I groaned in great despair. “Didn’t make it? What do you mean she didn’t make it?”
“I mean she’s dead, sir,” he said. “Would you mind giving me your name? Her father is here and we’re trying to close the case quickly.”

The phone dropped from my nerveless fingers as I got off my chair and sat down heavily on the floor.

Akos of Wowo was dead!

She found out she was pregnant, tried to reach me, couldn’t reach me, and in her darkest hour, she went to the top of the hospital building.

Lord, was it an accident?
Please let it be an accident!
Don’t let it be anything else…not suicide, no, no, no!!