Lagos State Police Department Building, Agidingbi, Ikeja, Lagos.
Lex walked into the LSPD building tired, exhausted. He needed a bath. His body oozed of sweat.
"Welcome. I've gotten all the information I could get on the Late Ayodele," Bob was already talking before he got to where Lex stood. He too smelt like he hasn't taken a bath.
God. Lex held his breath, and I thought I reeked.
"Turns out," Bob continued. "Ayodele's got a criminal record, says our secret archives. He was arrested for robbery at age 19, caught with cocaine by 25, but he later gave his life to Christ and went back to school and completed his higher education. Bagging a degree and masters with honours from the University of Ibadan and University of Lagos respectively."
That's not the information I need.
"You said he turned a new leaf, right? - The church. Tell me about his connection with the church."
Lex didn't seem to be impressed with what Bob dug-up, Bob could sense it.
Bob hesitated for a moment. Then he stole a look around, and said.
"Come with me." he strode towards his office, and Lex followed.
* * *
Bob closed the door behind them, and drew the curtains down. Turning to Lex, Bob's eyes shone in the dimly lit room.
"You won't believe what I dug-up, Lex." Excited, he handed Lex a brown envelope. Lex took snatched it from him and tore it open. The contents fell on the floor. Squatting to pick them up, his eyes fell on the picture before him.
Blast.
"My God!" He he mouthed. This can't be what I think it is.
"It sure is." Bob said. Reading Lex's thoughts.a. He got a call from one of his officers over at Ikoyi who was observing the other family's house. He sent him the pictures on WhatsApp. He too could not believe his eyes when he saw it at first.
He had been right.
"I told you Lex, it's the same killer." Lex didn't say a word. He wasn't worried if it was the same killer.
He knew that already.
It was the accuracy of the message. Exactly like the one at the Ayodele's. Lex thought. Like the killer was trying to pass a message across to someone.
But who?
"Did you type this blood?"
"Yep." Bob was grinning.
"And I'm guessing it was the male's blood that was used. Am I right?" Lex was still studying the pictures before him. He didn't look up.
"How did you know that?"
Lex ignored the question. Bob had lost his touch. It was so obvious. For a moment Lex felt like he understood the Ayodele's. Like he was family.
Reshuffling the prints, he put them on Lex's desk, sat down, and laced his fingers together in a thinking position.
"Well," Bob Began. Taking a seat opposite his favourite detective cum best friend. "Turns out, Godwin has built numerous Catholic Churches. And holds a respectable place in St. Dominic Catholic Church, at Yaba. He probably uses them for electoral purposes. Very smart move."
"Did he have any connection with any foreign church, anything at all?"
Bob's arched an eyebrow in confusion. "Well, Yes. He did. And you won't believe where."
"Rome."
"You've got to stop doing that!" Bob spat.
"Doing what, Bob."
"That," he paused. How do I put this in a nice, polite way? "You keep reading my mind, and I don't like it."
Lex smiled.
"What's funny?"
The smile on Lex's face graduated into a chuckle. He stopped. And looked pointedly at the man opposite him. The man who he thought was his best friend. The man he used to love, look up to. A sudden wave of disgust filled his stomach.
"You've lost it, Bob. You seem to have gotten used to people doing the dirty work for you that you can't even read between the lines anymore."
Bob was furious.
"I won't blame you much," Lex continued. "You don't read. You now find joy in beer joints and the local harem. But that's none of my business."
Lex got up. Arranged his already damp shirt, and walked towards the door. Hold the door knob, he looked back at Bob.
"I'm going to my hotel room to get a shower. I stink. You need a shower too, you know. You seem to be in a more terrible state than I am." Trying to clear the way.
It didn't work.
Lex stepped out of the office, as he was about to close the door behind him, Bob called him.
"Yes?" he looked back.
"There's one more thing you need to know about Godwin Ayodele."
Lex waited.
"He is part of a Secret Society called the Sons of Hades."
Lex could hear a key unlock in his mind. The puzzles seem to arrange themselves within. All the pieces were finally in place for the next course of action.
He thanked Bob and left the building. As he walked down the driveway, his car in sight, all his doubts cleared, his next destination was Ikoyi.
He exeeded the speed limit as the music blared from the car's speakers. The chilled air purged his lungs, and little tears clung on his eye bags, begging to be freed.
But he was not crying, It was the air that got into his eyes, producing this salty water. He did not clean his eyes. He liked the fact that he was visibly crying. Even though these tears were not real, were not the result of heated emotions. He never cried. All his life..
He came into this world smiling. The doctors feared him, his mother was puzzled by his being. His father loved him. He told them all that he had the heart of a warrior. That he was going to turn out to be a very brave lad. Too bad his father was never fortunate to lay his brown eyes on his greatest specimen.
How right was his words!
This baby. This boy. Became one of the most unfathomable thing. An enigma. He was different. He knew that. He saw things that kids of his age group never saw, never dreamt of seeing... And understanding.
Yes, he could understand them. He was never puzzled. Confusion and uncertainty were feelings alien to him. He felt pre-programmed to these things. Like the knowledge came with him, from birth.
He never questioned his knowledge. It never freaked him out. For with Jupiter and Venus, he knew he was different.
* * *
Lex sped on, overtaking other cars. He was a great driver. He knew he had exceeded the speedlimit, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die, that he was certain.
The pieces were finally together, the missing pieces to his little puzzle. Now, he is heading to the next murder scene. From his calculations, the killer will strike soon. The two families were killed two weeks apart and it's already over a week since the Ayodele's murder. Lex could still taste the water he had taken at the Ayodeles', everything seemed blurry to him now. His time at the Ayodele's, his encounter with the blood inscription.
Music blared from his car radio. The cool, soothing tunes of Halsey could be heard. Her song: Now or Never was played. Lex liked the song. Very alternative. Unscrewing Lex's nuts, filling him with nostalgia, giving him gooseflesh,
he sped on.
Clover Milverton, Ikoyi.Driving through the streets of Ikoyi, the interlocked roads and the beautiful trees by the sidewalks screaming with colourful produce. Kyosks were everywhere, making Lex wonder if the Lagos government never pass these places. This was the rich man's town, he thought, they ought to see these ugly contraptions and they out to be destroyed.A sudden breeze of self-disgust hit him. What am I thinking? How can I be this heartless? People live from the services of these little establishments! When did I become to ruthless?Shaking his head, Lex drove on. When he got to the house, he looked through his passenger window.The house cound not be seen from the outside. Beautiful trees and flowers blocked the main house, like other personal houses in Ikoyi.This time, Lex parked directly opposite the house. Surveying the building, his jaw dropped by what he saw.The hou
Faculty Of Criminology, University Of Benin, Ugbowo, Benin City.Sitting on a pavement, legs improvised as a table for his laptop, Byron typed away. On his laptop's screen showed the gory pictures of the Ayodele's bodies after autopsy. What Byron had discovered was breathtaking. Literally. It had taken his breath away.Byron was sending an e-mail to someone who he thinks he can help. The one who's in-charge of the investigation, being a master of psychology himself, Byron loved a good mystery. And from the expression on his face, this appeared to give him mysterigasm. A term he made up.Clad in a white long sleeve that was damp with sweat, fitted jean trousers and an Adidas palm to match his Student look, Byron was a first-class undergraduate who was sadly a social outcast. The funny thing was that he didn't care. Friends were distracting, they'd make you lose sight of your goals, he always said."Done." Byron said
The air around Lex seem suffocating. Even with the cool, evening breeze, he grasped for air.Funke. Is being abducted as we speak!His mind reeled to when Bob told him about Funke's flight to Lagos. Never in his wildest imaginations, would he ever think this would happen.The pendulum that swayed in the vast darkness that was his thoughts, translated faster. Lex's panicked. He had to get to the airport, and he had to get there fast!* * *The phone on Bob's desk rang. He had sent an officer to pick Funke from the airport. It has been over an hour since the plane touched down, he had sent the intern immediately. He had been feeling a little uneasy. Like something bad was about to happen.O! How right he was!As he held the receiver to his ear, he spoke in a gruff tone."Speak." he said."Sir?" the young officer sounded breathless. L
"Here, put this on." Across the passenger's seat, Gbenga's left hand outstretched while the other guided the steering, on the palm of the outstretched hand sat a black cloth. He could see the quizzical look on Lex's face."We're approaching the headquarters, you can't know where it's situated." He explained.Lex stared at him for a moment, and took the blindfold from him, he raised the cloth to his face, expertly tying it to a clumsy knot at the back of his head.For a moment, Gbenga thought Lex might oppose to the rule and he glad Lex didn't. Protocol is protocol. As odd as it may seem, Gbenga doesn't trust this man totally. He might be a harmless bunny, but even harmless bunnies turn into wolves when pushed to the wall.I hope the Sons know exactly what they're doing.Deep in thought, Lex was perplexed when Gbenga told him to put on the blindfold. Normally, he would questio
Miles away, inside UNIBEN's St. Albert's cathedral, Byron dropped his extremely large headset. Attached to it was a microphone. He heaved a sigh as he clicked his Big Brother Counter engine's shutdown button.CLICK.He smiled at his genius. Tomorrow he will be on his way to Lagos.Time is running out.•••When Barrister Kunle left his office at Kunle & Sons' at noon on Tuesday he was tired and high. He had put together his file on Godwin Ayodele's wealth. Surprisingly, the late democrat had prepared for the worst of the worst, he had laid a backup will if in fact anything should happen to him and his whole family. Kunle was a little bit puzzled at first when Godwin approached him years ago, seeking his help and from the events that followed, Kunle had a feeling the man knew his time, and that of his family was getting near. Kunle shook his head in pity..The things politicians put their hands
Inside the cold cemented room, Lex sat on a wooden chair and sitting across him was the masked man. The smell of incense hung strongly on the air making Lex a little bit dizzy. But he managed."So..." the masked man began."From the beginning, shall we?"Lex nodded..* *Y unlocked the back door of the Venza and made a routine search of his surroundings. He wore a black mask and drew Kunle out of the car. Though he was only semiconscous, he did not slump into the cold cemented floor. He sat upright with his back to the tire of the Venza, his head bent forward.Y lifted this burly man to his broad shoulders and started for the door. Beyond it was an empty room with one chair and a shaky bulb overhead in the middle of the room..The smell of incense made Kunle's nose to twitch, bringing him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes and the first thing that ca
The schedule called for Bob to leave the staked-out LSPD building at 6:30AM, well ahead of the morning Lagos hustle and bustle.A Lieutenant called while he was about to step into his black Toyota Sienna."Good morning.""Not so good, Bob." The man said over the phone. "They got the barrister.""Shit." Bob sputtered. He slammed his fist on the dashboard."He's not dead yet and he's asking for you. He keeps saying the word: JUSTICE?"The early rays of the sun blinded Bob's vision over his car's wind-screen, he shielded his eyes with an arm while the other supported his phone to his ear. Quickly, he brought down the sun-protector.After a short silence over the line, the Lieutenant spoke."Sir?""I'll be right there!"Angry, Bob reversed and cut his steering towards the entrance and was on his way.*
This time, the cloth around his eyes was professionally knotted, his nose twitched, his eye sockets ached terribly. They were in the open again, the sole of his shoes clicked as it came in contact with the cemented ground. A firm hand on his biceps guided him to an unknown place. Gbenga's grip was rough, Lex sniffed the air. Gasoline hung heavily on it.The Masked man had been thorough. Lex was a little bit calm that Funke would finally be free, a little bit. Gbenga stopped Lex abruptly, and released his grip, leaving the blindfold. The next thing Lex's ears picked up were the sound of a car door being opened.Gbenga's Rover. Where is Funke? I thought I will be led to her? Patience Lex, patience.A hand cropped Lex by the arm again, this time, rougher than before."Watch your step." Gbenga cautioned.Fuck this.
Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex.He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit.Is this an Asylum? He asked himself.Lexington.He searched for the voice. Nowhere.Lexington, why do you ignore my call?Huh? The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them.“Lex?” A voice in the back
The car came to a stop in front of the big gate and Lexington came out, carrying grocery bags with "Hallmark" written on them. He hummed a tune as he opened the small gate with one hand. He was on Nike shorts, shirt, cap, and air max. Funke had called him in the middle of a workout to get some food items for dinner which he had rushed to get. He took every chance he could get to look at her.He entered their little yet airy compound that had an overview of the whole area from the upstairs balcony. He took slow strides, allowing the post-workout blaze kick in, when his ears picked up a rustling coming from the bush nearby.He stopped in his tracks, and turned owl-like, to the direction of the noise.Something was definitely there!The groceries fell to the ground. Lex stealthily moved closer to the well gardened bush and as he got closer, a huge frame stood, towering over him.The
Inside the mildly cold office, Bob was having Hollandia. His phone’s ring annoyed him. He hated interruptions while he ate. This was the only time he was free of worry, his only leisure moment. He picked the receiver and spoke.“Who's this?”“Bob? Is that you?” Sobbing in the background, familiar voice. “I need your help!”Bob was about to ask who this was, he held himself. The police man in him figured out that it's going to be hard to keep her holding on the line for long unless you hold the conversation. If actually, she's in some deadly situation.“Calm down. Where are you?” Bob's gentle voice settled calm on Olamide's quivering shoulders. She demanded that Bob bring an ambulance.“My friend, he's been injured pretty badly. I think he might not make it.” She told the detective, with an airily fain
Inside the dark, a flickering sound and then, light. It was a long silent path way with water dripping from a distance. The walls on both sides appeared to be enclosing on Lex's with every stride behind Gbenga who had resorted to not saying a word after the little heat in the car.He tailed Gbenga until they got to a door. Gbenga unlocked it with a singular key he had brought from his pocket. Lex wondered what was beyond the door. A circle of transmutation? A line of members clad in black cloaks, holding propped candles, cups of blood? Or torture materials. His thoughts faded when he stepped into the warm, well furnished room. A whiff of puzzlement, Lex demanded where this was.Gbenga slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, have your seat.”“Where is he?” Lex crinkled in suspicion, sensing a gleam of deviltry in Gbenga's face and voice.He lapsed into fight-back mo
The next day, Lex and Byron were getting into the car when Lex’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked.“Speak.”“Hello, Lexington. It has been a while.”Lex stole a glance from Byron.“I’m sorry; who’s this?”“You have forgotten my voice so soon?”How could I possibly. Fucking psychopath.“I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember,” Lex feigned ignorance.There was a long pause over the line.“Very well then, it’s god.”“It took you a while to place a call to me.” Byron eyed Lex across the stirring.“It is all for the greater good, friend. We want to see you soon; your initiation date has been set. I will send Gbenga to get yo
Nnamdi Caesar slumped into his chair. He had just finished a lawsuit successfully and went to his chambers quickly. It had been a very stressful case. Two technological giants battling for whose software was copied, of course he had known that his opponents were the owners and brains behind the eye recognition software, he had not attacked his clients for stealing the software in the first place. What was important was winning the case and that was what Caesar was good at; winning cases. And he did.Rejected by his mother at birth, baby Caesar was admitted into an orphanage home. The matrons at the orphanage were fond of the beautiful little boy whose mother had flatly rejected. They gave him special attention and care than the other orphans. The name Nnamdi Caesar was given to him by the head matron, Lady Chinwe, popularly called Chi. She especially was very fond of the little Caesar and had once told Caesar that she reminded her of her f
Byron walked briskly. Carry his laptop bag on a shoulder. The heels of his Italian moccasins clicked on the tiled floor of the LSPD building. He ignored the women at the counter and went straight for the detective’s office.“I knew you would need me.” Byron barged into the man’s office. A smirk on his face, he took the seat in front of the detective’s desk, placed his laptop bag on the desk, and loosened his tie. “What happened this time?”Burly Agent Bobby Andrews hated this kid’s guts – and attitude. He had decided to ignore the kid’s rude remarks when he came but now he was having second thoughts. His fists badly wanted to kiss the nose of the rude idiot one more time.He slid the file across the desk. Byron took one glance at the detective before he opened the file. Bob studied his reaction for a moment before he spoke. “Well?”
He ran as fast as he could, occasionally looking back into the darkness. Loud rustling and howling filled the air as he sailed through the wall of fog, not minding what lay ahead as he lunged across the grass, dashing his foot against a stone, he came crashing down. His jaw came in contact with the ground and he gave a loud cry.Realizing the gravity of the fall when the blood dropped into his shirt, spreading like ripples, he turned to face the darkness. The howls and the croaks of frogs had stopped. Beyond the darkness was silence. The moon shone proudly, illuminating the path he laid. Weirdly, it never illuminated the darkness. His eyes darted here and there trying to see any living thing but all he could see was grass and more grass. Still, he was a little bit restless for his instincts and senses were tingling. Something was about to happen to him but he did not know what exactly and this crippled him. There was a rustling in a nearby bush. His eyes darted
Everything became blurry when as Lex sped on the highway. His mind was blank except the dangling pendulum that swayed as his thought. He tried to fix the puzzle but nothing clicked. Hopefully, there would be some clue in this case. Lex rebuked himself for being grateful for this other death. However, he felt a little closer to the Sons now that he had agreed to join them. Although they had not reached out to him yet the knot in his stomach told him that the time was getting near. He stepped on the accelerator.The house was an architect’s fantasy. The house was strategically located in a neatly kept street of Lagos at Ikoyi, Dolphin Estate. Painted white with two verandas and a car park out front, the house’s naturalness could not be expressed with words. There was a beautiful garden in the center of the compound and a water fountain at the middle. Lex brought a brown file into view which shockingly had very apt details about the