Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 39

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Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 39

“How did you come about this?” Daniel asked, favouring the detective with the blankest stare of astonishment that had ever been beheld on his countenance.
“It’s very simple. I told you the number hides in the quote, didn’t I? What gave it off was line 21. The asterisked words are only three: 3 digits.”
“I don’t understand yet.”
“ ‘In the beginning’ signifies origin, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, they are the first three words of Genesis.”
“Good. You know the three numbers that are the genesis of the Nigerian mobile telecommunication lines, don’t you?”
“You mean 080?”
“Exactly.”
“Isn’t that far-fetched?”
“No, it’s not. My dearest mor*n. You see, the job of a detective, however feeble-minded he or his sidekick may be, is to produce a faithful and accurate report on whatever fact he’d been able to establish, however insignificant those facts may appear.” The voice was monotonous, didactic, with the slow refined articulation of a schoolmaster explaining the school rules to a particularly dull pupil. “It’s often the small, seemingly insignificant and far-fetched detail that later assume a new-born magnitude. Haven’t you seen it by now?”
“No, I’ve not.”
Lot sighed, looked at Daniel a moment and said, “Of the eight numbers you are seeing, count out each second number.”
Daniel obeyed, and he gasped as he counted them out, “1, 2, 3, 4.”
“The numbers are the four lines of the quote.”
“And the number before them are the number of words in each line.” Daniel observed excitedly.

“He finally gets it.”
“That’s very brilliant!” Daniel bellowed, “The writer of the note is very clever. He hid the numbers brilliantly, only few people would be able to figure that out.”
“Is that what you think?” asked Lot. “Anyway, let’s call him, shall we?”
Before placing the call, Lot made certain that his phone number was hidden. The call rang severally before it was picked.
“Hello?” It was a male voice at the other end of the line, the voice sounded weary.
“There is a tide.” Lot said.
“It’s nice hearing your voice again, Detective Lot.”
“How do you know me?”
“Of course, I know you. You’re the popular detective.”
“We’ve been able to break the quote, evidently.”
“I expected nothing less from you.”
“Are you aware that your life may be in danger?”
“Is it?”
“Jamal Malik has been killed.”
“I didn’t kill him.”
“Do you know who did?”
“Of course.”
“Who is?”
“I can’t tell you that on the phone. You’ll have to meet me in person.”
“Where are you?”
“Do you want to come and meet me?”
“I’ll send my partner to come and bring you to me, only if you’ll tell us where you are.”
The man at the other end paused a while before replying, “Okay, I’m at 16, Sawmill Lane. You have to come very quickly.”
“What is your name, if I may ask?”
The man paused before answering, “Abel.”
The call was terminated.

Lot told Daniel the address and asked, “Is the address legit?”
“I don’t know,” replied Daniel, “but I know Sawmill Lane, it’s not very far from here.”
“How long will it take you to reach there?”
“Half an hour – or an hour latest.”
“Then you should be on your way immediately. Go and bring our link to everything.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
Daniel regarded Lot. “Someday,” he said, “You’re going to ask me to bring you the Queen of England and I’ll do my best. But I must remind you that the last time you in my presence when asked someone to be brought in, it didn’t really end very happily.”
“You need to get there very fast, even if it means you have to steal a car.”
“That’d be impossible. I have no idea about how to hot-wire an engine. Hell! I don’t even know how to drive. I’m not one of those whizzes that possess natural talents on the operation of motor vehicles that is the equivalent of Mozart’s brilliance at musical composition.”
“Get out of here!”
After Daniel’s departure, Lot dialled the phone number again. This time it rang and rang, but nobody picked up the call.