I believe the person that died is a mole to deceive them,and makes them believe Mr. Kehinde is gone.

When the twist starts straightening you will wonder were this OP gets his ideas from. Ride on

souloho19:


Andy

He stood looking at the calendar for a long while. On this date 19 months ago(14th) he had lost his wife and unborn child. He didn't feel the pain as he used to, it was now more like a dull pang.
The shaving foam he had applied on his jaw had almost dried off and he tore open the pack of the stick and finally tore his eyes from the calendar. He moved to the mirror and while he shaved he studied the scar on his lower abdomen just above the towel tied round his waist. He didn't want to remember the night he had been shot by that fucking shadow maniac. He was deeply worried about Rex and the recent threat from the last shadow whom they had been obsessed with catching for over a year. But the bastard was invisible until few days ago he sent the cryptic mail to Rex and all hell had broken lose.

@ bolded, if Rex's daughter is over 2 years then the death of Andy's while should be over 19months.

genius43:


@ bolded, if Rex's daughter is over 2 years then the death of Andy's while should be over 19months.

I glanced at the second picture. At the clear eyes so much like mine, the curly hair, sweet dimples buried in her fat cheeks and the heat became warm immediately. Emma, my Emma, my daughter. She was a year and two months...two weeks, 3 days and a couple hours old (heey...I was once a banker)

souloho19:



I glanced at the second picture. At the clear eyes so much like mine, the curly hair, sweet dimples buried in her fat cheeks and the heat became warm immediately. Emma, my Emma, my daughter. She was a year and two months...two weeks, 3 days and a couple hours old (heey...I was once a banker)

My bad, I thought I saw 2.

yah another great piece frm d boss himself@soluho19 i started delayed diagnosis but havnt had d tym 2 finish it i guess i have 2 go and continue so i wont be lost.catch yah later.

moffat:
nice incomplete write up

[color=#006600][/color]BT he just started now abah

Carry me dey go souloho carry me dey go dey go dey go(in happy mood)

genius43:


My bad, I thought I saw 2.

Lol your detective cap is definitely on. Nice one bro

bigbauer:



Abeg wen you say "mentalist" the word itself is ambiguous, kindly expatiate, to avoid misconstrued understanding, Thanks. (And now he's made me post another comment as opposed to my initial assertion.)

Mentalist a character from a TV series. Patrick Jane, probably the best detective when it comes to observing and deduction. Maybe rivalled by only Holmes.

nifebabe:
Carry me dey go souloho carry me dey go dey go dey go(in happy mood)

hehehe you're definitely gonna remain happy

Rex

After Andy's call I reversed, thankful there was a short cut from my house to the vicinity the hotel was.
I drove to the hotel with the same feelings I had become used to in the last 72 hours, namely: worry, fear, anger, confusion. Andy had refused to tell me whatever it was about the murder that I needed to rush down there immediately but I guessed it must be important because he was aware of the latest threat.


The hotel looked like one I had used before when I was with my family and on the run, jumping from hotel to hotel.
I noticed the strong police presence immediately I entered the hotel lobby. I headed for the stairs thinking if I should call Andy or not, he had given me the room number so I decided not to.
Room 38 was on the third floor and as I rounded the steps I was face to face with a uniformed officer. His Job was to make sure no one got on the floor.
"This floor is closed, go back"
"That's why I'm here"
"Are you a reporter? He looked at me suspiciously.
"I'm here for the murder investigation, my frie- partner called me"
"This is a crime scene, lemme see some ID"
I tapped my flat pockets already knowing my badge wasn't with me. Even my PI licence card was in my wallet and my wallet was.....somewhere.
"No ID I can't let you through sorry"
"Come on don't give me a tough time" I pleaded.
"I'd have to ask you to leave"
He then proceeded to escort me to the edge of the stairs. I hung back immediately after the curve and called Andy.
"Oba-"
"I'm outside but a seven foot bag of beans in a uniform won't let me in"
"Your ID?"
"I don't have it here"
"Okay, stay put I'm coming"

Five minutes later I followed Andy as he led the way. I was caught up in what he was saying "the maid came in to clean the room as usual, then she saw the body through a hole in a wall."
"So she didn't exactly stumble on the body?"
"No the main crime scene was undisturbed"
"This hole, what kind of hole are we talking about?"
"See for yourself" he opened the door and I entered the room.
"The maid glanced at the body from here...the killer drilled a hole and used the pillow to silence the shot...it was nasty"
I made a face "the body is still next door?"
"No...the coroner has taken it"
"Whew...I can do without seeing a dead body right now"
"I didn't even see it...I just studied the photographs" Andy informed me.
I studied the wall "Amazing....what could perforate the wall perfectly?"
"That is the big question no one knows.." Andy folded his hands and watched as I studied the wall. I didn't know why but I suspected there was something Andy was not telling me.
I almost touched the inside of the hole but I stopped.

Now Andy had been into machines advanced tech classes when we were in school and I knew his physics classes entailed a lot of practical work.

"I don't know about the smoothness of inner curve but I just thought of something that could do that!" He said
I perked up "what?"
"There's a kind of small hand drill..the one I remember was even pocket size..we called it a hole saw"
"Hole saw?"
"Yes....although we used ours to cut a hole in plywood." He frowned at the wall as he thought back.
I straightened up finally and tapped the wall. It sounded hollow "I'd say this is the next thing to plywood."
I moved round the room to the other side of the bed, Andy remained rooted to the spot. I brought out my handkerchief from my back pocket and opened the drawer. There was a laminated piece of A4 paper listing the hotel's prices from basically everything...rooms, food,drinks"
I closed it without touching anything. I opened the second and the last drawer. My eyes grew wide, I could literally feel it swell up in my eye socket and Andy looked at me "what...what is it"
He hurried to my side and saw it too.
The gun had to be a...I didn't really know. I'm not sure I knew it. Andy apparently did because he said "Its a desert eagle"
"This has to be the murder weapon...so the killer stayed in this room, waited till he could probably hear the snore from the next room, then he drills a hole expertly without waking up the deceased and shoots him point black in the head through the hole in the wall?"
Andy nodded in agreement "then I'm guessing he took off from the hotel immediately he was done." He turned one of the pillows over and I saw it had been used to smother the shot.
" The killer has excellent aim sha"
"Yea...we should check the registry at the reception get the description of this psycho and hopefully clips from the security camera and put a Nation wide APB on him"
I agreed "that's one way to go" but I didn't move even when he turned towards the door I remained still. He turned back and looked at me
"Andy what's going on? What's so special that you dragged me here?"
"Errrm...."
"Where's Bami?"
His phone rang in response and he picked it up.
He listened for a second with a intense look on his face, then he seemed to relax. "Yea...he's here with me....I'd tell him"
By this time I was almost going red with frustration at whatever coded game they were playing. However Andy's next words was like a bucket of ice thrown at my face.
"That was Bami...he went to the lab, the body has been identified...Its Mr Kehinde....the last shadow... the real shadow was killed sometime after midnight...they just id'd the Vic and its a confirm match...he's dead Rex....gone"
I blinked and suddenly wanted to sit down. "Who killed him?"
"That's the mystery but the important thing is he's no more...you're free from the threats...your family is safe."
I let out the breath I had been holding for the past three days.

I believe it's a deceit, I don't think Rex is safe yet

Following. Gbayii

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This is too good to be true..
Mr Kehinde,the same man who is very elusive,murdered in his sleep?? Who could be that smart to put an end to his life so easily??
I perceive decoy..
This is getting interesting,just the way it has always been...
Bravo Souloho..

Pls more Souloho

..

Thanks for the mention Souloho19.

Oya make una shift for me

souloho19:


Mentalist a character from a TV series. Patrick Jane, probably the best detective when it comes from observing and deduction. Maybe rivalled by only Holmes.

Aiit sir.

You are good Soul, You are good.
Ever thought of publishing your books? You are an excellent writer pls give it a thought.

fertilewomb:
You are good Soul, You are good.
Ever thought of publishing your books? You are an excellent writer pls give it a thought.

Thanks ma'am. I've been working on getting DD on paperback, that's the dream.

°•°•°•

Detective M. Dagnet



Sgt Mabel Dagnet watched Terry bag what had to be brain matter stuck on the wall.
"This is one nasty bastard" Terry said. This was definitely the most gruesome case he had worked.
Dagnet didn't reply she wandered to the closet at the other end and poked inside for the umpteenth time, there was nothing of intrest inside. She was in her late forties and had fifteen years service under her belt and she hadn't come this far by chance. She was a determined lady or according to one drunkard she had arrested once; 'a helluva lady'.

She closed her cases. She had a 95% success rate (she had calculated it her self) and in all her cases she always made an arrest and this wasn't going to be an exception. She'd be paying the receptionist a visit very soon.
"Bullet fragments?" She asked the young man in a polo shirt. Terry worked crime scenes, ran forensics and was always the first to sweep a scene during any investigation.
"I haven't gotten to it yet, it lodged deep in the mattress...the hole is high so the angle of the gun was such that the bullet went through the top of the head and exited above his left cheek."
"That has to be a powerful hand gun...even with the pillow" Officer Dagnet observed "I need you to work on those bullet fragments and let me know what kind of weapon we're dealing with here"
"There's so much to bag...I can't rush it" the young man protested in a whiny voice.
Dagnet rolled her eyes "I'd give you space" she decided to go and check on the receptionist downstairs. The agent was definitely not coming back and she didn't care, she didn't need any help and certainly not from them.

She opened the door and almost ran into the agent. He had his hand out like he had been about to open the door. There was a second man with him, she couldn't see any badge but she knew him. It was Rex Obasi. She had followed the story two years ago. She didn't like him. The golden detective, he had been branded by the papers with his little group like they were better than the rest. Like they were better than her. In her opinion he wasn't worth shit as a detective and his little group were just a bunch of attention seeking individuals who seemed to have a special magnet to attract the media.
She was still thinking whether their presence was a positive or a minus, a pro or con when the agent spoke up.
"We found the gun"

EkopSparoAyara:
This is too good to be true..
Mr Kehinde,the same man who is very elusive,murdered in his sleep?? Who could be that smart to put an end to his life so easily??
I perceive decoy..
..

Hmmm....

souloho19:

Hmmm....

But na true na..

“We found the gun” The suspense just begun.. Bravo Souloho..

Pls more

Ghostreading mode deactivated. Ama gonna start supporting u writers. Hav read D.D, devil wears okirika and now reading ths one wow! Soul ua simply amazing!

This guy is good. I commot cap abeg

Let me grab my popcorn position myself very well

She better get to like him

Chapter 2
why,Where,...who?

I didn't like the way the detective looked at me, it made me feel uncomfortable to say the least. Her eyes were impassive and almost expressionless but there was anger in them.

"So you just happened to stumble on the murder weapon?" She asked as she stepped back so Teddy could bag it.

"I wouldn't have stumbled on anything if you had done your job and canvassed the area properly" I replied with much heat.

She backed down but studied me suspiciously.

Who was this clown? I could see a slim rectangular badge with her name clipped on her breast pocket. M. Dagnet. Whoever she was she couldn't burst the bubble of elation I was feeling at the moment. The last shadow was dead! The sticky blood splattered on the wall belonged to the shadow, murdered in cold blood but that wasn't the important thing right?

"Done" Terry stood up straight and held the weapon up so we could see it through the transparent ziplock bag.
"What weapon is that?" I asked him then glanced at Andy

"This is a colt. Colt 45...powerful handdgun" he said confidently.

"Bollocks...that's a desert eagle" Andy countered.

Teddy shook his head like he was explaining to a confused child. "The deagle has a longer barrel...that is often the beauty and should I say Achilles hill...but this here is a colt no doubt"

"Diggle?" I asked

"Deagle" he repeated then looked at the detective. "Where did these people come from?"

"Go and finish up in the other room and make sure to retrieve the bullet fragments and shell casing..let's run a match and be sure"

Teddy left the room without a word.

"Can you trace the gun to the owner?" I asked

"If its registered" she replied "which I doubt" she looked at me strangely "so...I'm made to believe you had some kind of peculiar relationship with the deceased"

"There was no relationship...there was nothing peculiar...I exposed his band of assassins, he went into hiding then threatened me"

She scrutinized me further and I was suddenly sick of her bullshit.
"Look..if you want to interview me...go ahead but for now I have a personal interest in this case and I have jurisdiction and approval to investigate what I want...I'd dig up the badge if that's what you want"

My rant subdued her for the main time and she beeped Terry to sweep the room for finger prints before he left. I pitied the young man and his huge workload.

She looked at me for some seconds then apologised stiffly "I may have been out of line..we need to work together"

"Its alright...you're just doing your job" I replied readily

"Now that you girls have put away your claws can we proceed with the investigation?" Andy asked cheerfully.

The three of us headed downstairs to the receptionist's desk.


•°•°•°•

The receptionist was a young man in his early twenties. There was something familiar about him and I became certain I had used this hotel sometime in the past.

I observed his clustered desk as he flipped the pages of a giant book which had to be the registry.

"Make that 48 hours...the last 48 hours...do you remember who lodged in? Room 37?" the detective asked. She was in charge of the investigation and she made sure we knew that.

He scratched his head as he traced the names with a finger. "I'm sure I'll remember once I see the name" he flipped a page and we waited for him patiently as he traced the name he had registered for the room with the hole.
"Okay...here it is....by 2:30pm yesterday one miss Olivia paid for two days"

"Wait a minute...a woman?" Andy asked surprised. The detective was also clearly shocked.

My brain was swimming. Miss Olivia? What a hell of a coincidence...the same name with my wife although I'm sure it wasn't a real name.
"That's it..no surname?" Detective Dagnet asked.

"I'd have to fish out a copy of the receipt..this was just for registry purposes"

"Please you need to fish it out immediately" she replied

Andy spoke up "do you remember anything about her?"

The man paused his hand on the drawer he had been about to open then frowned into space as he tried to recall.

Detective Dagnet sighed in frustration "forget that first, do what I asked you...get the receipt"

I saw Andy glance at her with fire in his eyes.
"For all we know that name is phony!"

The desk clerk snapped his fingers and the detective bit back whatever retort she had come up with. I just looked at everyone in silence the name 'miss Olivia' kept dancing round my head. I was uneasy.

"Room 37...she was young...maybe my age, I remember because when I gave her the keys I wondered about the dark shades she had on and joked about it but she didn't smile." He frowned and I could tell he wasn't pleased with the way his joke had affected or should I say unaffected her.

"What else can you remember?" I prodded him.
He glanced at me "ooh...she was a looker all right" he smiled mischievously.

"Can you bring out the receipt now?" The detective asked through her teeth.

He opened the drawer immediately and buried his nose inside, searching for the copy of the receipt he had given the lady killer.
He rumaged round the drawer then opened the next "it has to be here somewhere" but his desk was a mess, and each drawer was filled to the brim with receipts all with his crab like writing.
I observed the hotel, there was a security camera at a corner facing the door then there was another in a good angle, facing the clerk's desk. I caught Andy also staring at the camera and I could tell we were thinking the same thing. The detective however had her mind set on getting the receipt and a name to work with, she hadn't even noticed the cameras.

"These cameras how long do the clips last?" I asked.

He looked up and glanced at me again "I think 24 hours or so...the clips are recorded in the manager's office"

"Manager....not security?" Andy asked surprised.

"He has trust issues..we have security but they just stand around basically" he replied with a shrug.

"So he'd be able to show us the tape?" I checked my watch..it wasn't up to 24 hours since the killer had lodged in and from the clerk's description the killer had spent a considerable amount of seconds at the desk.

"Yes once you flash that shiny badge in his face he'd show you anything" he pointed at the belt on Andy's hip and I raised an eyebrow.

"What was the joke you told her? Tell it to me" I said and the detective looked at me. I could tell she felt the investigation was getting out of hand and was no doubt about to call for the receipt again but the clerk slid the drawer shut and smiled sheepishly.

"I may have joked that I was the one who needed her shades because her boobs were larger than the sun"

"What a nasty and sexist joke...to a potential customer for that matter...believe me if we were in other advanced countries you would have been charged with sexual assault" the detective spat the words with so much venom, taking a threatening step forward.

"Jeez not one of those bloody feminists again" Andy muttered to me and I rolled my eyes in agreement..

The clerk was visibly shaken and he held out a piece of paper like a sacrifice.
"I've found the receipt...here it is"
"What's the full name?" She asked immediately
He scanned the receipt.
"Olivia Obasi" he said.
Andy looked at me.
My eyes were rolling but this time it wasn't intentional..