All Chapters of The First One: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  It was 9:30 pm and she couldn’t understand why the traffic was outrageous tonight. She recalled that people went shopping on Friday nights. This was the reality of Abuja, the Federal Capital Territory (FCT) of Nigeria. Most of the workers who couldn’t afford living within the city resided on the outskirts of town. Janet Adeniran was a banker and a widow with two children. She was 41 years old and well paid because she was an accountant at one of the leading banks in the country. She was blessed with a boy and girl. Caroline was the youngest and a dazzling beauty. Kevin was studying Civil Engineering at Federal University of Technology (FUT) Minna. Janet Adeniran was the daughter of a Nigerian diplomat who had gone to work in Ethiopia and ended up marrying her mother, an Ethiopian. Janet was widowed during a bank robbery at the bank where her husband worked. Janet will be arriving home soon and the digital clock in her car told her the time was 10:18pm. She was comp

 It was now three weeks after the murder of Caroline and he had been staring up at the ceiling in his office for hours. Muhammad was seated behind his desk with his brain and mind at work. It was a Monday morning. He had gone back to the Adeniran’s residence a day after Caroline was murdered. Luckily, he had met Caroline’s brother. He also met both Mrs. Adeniran’s parents and the parents of the late Mr. Adeniran. He had personally questioned them but ended up leaving the house with nothing substantial.From what he had seen and found out about Caroline’s family, none of them had anything to do with her death, either directly or indirectly. Time was his enemy because the longer he took in solving the case, the more the possibility of another family experiencing what the Adenirans are currently going through. Caroline’s death was the first murder The First One has committed since he took over the case. Muhammad stood up; he needed to visit the previous crime scenes. He needed

 Muhammad had spent the last hour going through the car without a positive outcome. The victim had been found lying on the backseat of her car with her eyes wide open and just like the others, she had not been raped. Margaret Soludo had been mutilated beyond recognition and it had taken them three days to establish her identity. The car was a brand new silver Toyota Venza and no fingerprint had been found. Not a clue was left behind by the killer. “Dr. Margaret Soludo had not been murdered in her car. She was murdered somewhere else and her corpse was dumped in her car that was the only reason there was no clue left behind,” Muhammad said to himself. It was the only reasonable theory he could come up with. From Jackson’s autopsy report, there had been no struggle. The victims were all unconscious when the coward performed their rituals on them.Muhammad couldn’t believe he was exiting the forensic department the same way he walked into it, with nothing substantial to show

The meeting was coming to an end and he was zonked out. Muhammad had been expecting the worst but what he had not been expecting was walking into an office occupied by the Inspector General of Police (IGP), the Defense Minister and last but not the least, his boss. He thought his boss was bad enough but with two deputies, he couldn’t have asked for a more tormenting triad. Monday had no doubt lived up to its reputation. The SSS never abandoned their traditions of not playing a role in politics and not fully accepting the legacies of the police but the president has insisted all security agencies unite and work together in sending thE rising doom known as The First One back to hell where he belonged. The moment Muhammad stepped into the office, the look on the face of Mr. Lawrence Esson told him there was no fire burning but volcano erupting on a mountain. At that moment, Muhammad knew that his time was running out and if he failed to beat the deadline his boss has given him, he was

 Muhammad was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone. He checked his bedside alarm clock, it was 2:30am. He had been asleep for just one and a half hours but it felt like he had just closed his eyes and opened them. He reached for the phone and checked the screen but it was a strange number. He hit the answer button. “I’m sorry for calling at this time of the day but I can’t get some sleep. I think I’ve something you might want to hear. It might just sound a little silly but I don’t know if it could be of help to you regarding your investigation,” the feminine voice said.Muhammad realized it was Dr. Maryam Farouk who was the more matured one among the friends of the late Dr. Salamatu.“I’m fine with you calling me at any hour of the day. Are you going to work later in the day?” Muhammad asked.“The hospital gave us the week off,” Maryam replied.“I’ll be at the house at daybreak or can you tell me what’s on your mind right now?” Muhammad asked.“Don’t worry, it can