Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 137
I sat feeling very uncomfortable. I knew immediately whom it was recovered from, but my fear was how much has it implicated me. And so i waited to hear what John had to say.
“Look at it very well, does it look familiar?”. John repeated, pushing the gun towards me.
I just took glance at it and back to John. He retrieved the gun and admired it, then said.
“Do you know whom i got this gun from?”. Still admiring the gun.
I shook my head and remained silent. John turned his eyes to me with his head bent to the gun.
“I believe you already know. Your pretty girlfriend. And guess who she got it from?”. John asked, dropping the gun on the table.
I was expecting him to drop the bomb on me but he awaited my response. When my answer wasn’t forthcoming, John then rested his back on the backrest of his seat and said in a relaxed tone.
“I think you know something about Sandra’s death”.
I threw a sudden beam at him in shock. He smiled and seemed to be enjoying my reaction.
“I don’t know anything about Sandy’s death”. I said feeling angered.
“Then tell me, why does your pretty girlfriend have a gun…….” He paused, moved forward to look closely at me, then continued. “…that belongs to you?”. He ended with an ominous frown.
That took me unaware, i was confused for a brief second and i could see he saw it. The look in Johns eyes scared the poo out of my belle, i knew things buried where going to be exhumed.
“so tell me Mr Mike, or should i remove the Mr?” John asked, resting his back again on his chairs backrest.
I just shrugged and kept my eyes on the gun with my mind racing for an escape lie.
“You don’t talk much do you?” .John asked smiling. Then continued without waiting for my response ” Now, how many people have you killed with this gun?”. He added.
“I haven’t killed anyone before”. I said innocently.
“Then what do you need a gun for?”. John asked.
“For protection”. I said trying to keep Thomas out of it.
“Protection from who?” John asked in keen interest.
“From any one”. I said.
“It was brought to my notice that you are a cultist” John said, studied my facial expression for a brief seconds, then opened a file lying on the table by his left and continued. “You were involved in a bloody cult fight recently, is that true?” He asked looking at me for an answer.
“i was there when it happened. I am not a cultist”. I replied without thinking it through.
John took his eyes off me and started looking into the file.
“You were pointed as a suspect in the murder of the commissioner’s son”. John said still studying the file.”and you killed two boys whom attacked you when you were working with Chi super mall”. He added.
I didn’t know how to defend myself of these accusations so i just kept quiet and looked out through the window at passersby.
“Mike!” John suddenly called. I will have to detain you for illegal possession of fire arms while i carryout my investigation”. John said and called a sergeant over.
I regretted coming to the station, now i was going to be locked up.
The sergeant came in, a lanky guy in an over sized uniform. Saluted John and stood at attention.
“Put this young man in the cell”. John said and started writing on the file.
I stood up and was about following the police officer when i asked abruptly.
“dId Ruth kill Sandy?”.
John looked at me and his face suddenly turned to a frown and he waved me away. The sergeant wasted time in pushing me out.
While i was in the cell i wondered why my charm didn’t signal me of trouble. I looked at the fresh cuts that were still healing and hissed.
I was the second person in the hot dark cell with only two holes that allows rays light, alongside an old man of about 60. I wondered if the police men where not getting much customers, unlike the usual cells i am used to that were filled to the brim. Anyways, i maintained my space brooding over my life.
Soon the i heard voices and about 6 guys approached the cell. I felt trouble in my tummy and gently stood up. The cell was opened and the boys entered eyeing maliciously.
“who’s this one Boss?”. One of them asked the old man.
The old man looked at me and said.
“A newbie”.
“Hey!” another shouted. ”come here!”.
The last thing i wanted was a fight, and so i went to meet him feeling awfully scared.
“What’s your name?”. He asked.
“My name is Mike”. I replied gently.
They took their various positions on the floor with their eyes on me, and the guy continued after he had settled with his butt on the floor.
“what did you do, why did they bring you here?”.
I told them how i was implicated by my girlfriend who owns a gun without my knowledge. And the old man said.
“and you expect us to believe you?”.
“That’s the truth, i swear”. I said.
“where’s this girl of yours?” The old man asked.
“She’s at the female cell”. I answered, still standing.
“oh, that fine dark girl we saw when we were coming”. Said another of the guys.
“yes! she’s fine! so you are the eater of that fine meat?” asked the first guy laughing with his mates.
I ignored him and kept my attention on the old man in singlet and the back of his trouser with his back on the wall and his eyes half closed.
“Go and sit down, manage that position”. The old said, pointing at a little space behind the cell protector.
In the night of that day, the cell was dark and hot, we were all fanning ourselves with anything handy. And all of a sudden a gunshot that startled all of us save the old man who remained calm. The gun shots continued, voices and footsteps of the police officers followed. We hit the cell shouting for someone to tell us what was going on but no one seem to remember we were there. Panic gripped me, and i wondered again why my charm didn’t give me any signal.
A police officer ran towards our cell looking with horror on his face. We called him to help us, but he looked at us and took off. The gunshots continued and a loud explosion that shook the cell and deafened me with my ears ringing for awhile followed.
As we were recovering from the explosion that covered the whole place with smoke and dust, i saw some military guys walking towards our cell fully armed. Fear engulfed me and i tried to hide behind someone but they all seem to be doing same. So we all struggled to hide behind each other. And suddenly the old man shouted.
“Will you stop behaving like children!”.
His voice calmed us as we all looked at him with hope. But he went to the front of the cell confidently and the boys saluted him and asked us to move away before they shot at the lock and the gate opened.
We were afraid to come out, but the old man turned to us and said.
“If you want to live, come with me”.
The boys in the cell followed him and i was among them. We got to Ruth’s cell and i begged them to save her and other girls too, but the old man took a glance at me and walked away leaving me behind.
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