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It had been over eight months since Monica was murdered, even if the vehicle was found, it would be difficult to find any useful samples in it. However, the police decided to give it a go. They analyzed the scenario of someone being raped and hurriedly slaughtered and concluded that there must have been a lot of blood-spatter and semen in the vehicle, so the question was where did they go to wash the vehicle after Monica was killed and dumped by the road side? Someone must have seen the blood stains or even did the washing for them. There were lots of boys who stayed up late to wash cars for night crawlers; they decided that the boys would be a good place to start their enquiry. Jona Pam and the field agents working on the case decided to keep the information they were gathering close to their chest because they knew there was an informant in their midst.
After the meeting, Gbenga went to meet with Abel’s lawyers and informed them in details about the new development. The police prosecutor was sent to go talk to Monica’s family members and her fiancé. Jona Pam decided to pay Abel’s family a visit himself, to inform them that in the light of the new information and the evidence they had, their son, Abel, may not have committed the crimes for which he was killed. Abel’s brothers were so angry they threw the police chief out of their house; Abel’s two sisters even slapped Jona Pam and rough handled him a great deal, but the policeman understood their grief and did not press any charges against them.
At Monica’s family, no one was expecting the shocking news, when the prosecutor informed them that they were coming. James, Monica’s fiancé had been invited, he cried when the prosecutor gave them the new pieces of evidence which suggested that perhaps Abel was not the culprit. The one that made them cry most was the eighteen-year-old who was murdered for his effort to reveal the truth. James hit the floor and cried out to God for forgiveness. Every day since the night Monica was found dead, he had laid a curse on Abel. He had often wished he could go to hell where he believed Abel was, and kill him a second time. They all were at loss as to what to do, they wondered if they could offer assistance in any way but the prosecutor told them that the police were doing fine by themselves. The prosecutor however asked them to try and reach out to Abel’s family. They could not do that; they were afraid of violent backlash from Abel’s family. Abel’s father a few days later hired lawyers to sue the state and the commissioner of police for conniving to murder his son with inconclusive evidence. In the heat that was slowly building up, Gbenga reflected over the mistakes they made and remembered how he had seemed sure that Abel committed the crime and called him names. He also recalled how Abel had maintained his confession that he didn’t commit the crime. Gbenga swore to himself that he would do anything to find the killers to at least give his conscience a reprieve for leading the investigation that provided the evidence with which an innocent man was wrongfully executed.
Gbenga and his team intensified their investigation looking for some evidence which could point them to the two men who were in the SUV that night. They scored every part of the city talking to a lot of boys who were into car washing business. Few hours before Gbenga got his first chance to get closer to the culprits, he got a call from a stranger. The caller’s voice was muffled; Gbenga could not identify the voice. The stranger’s words rattled him, “Mr. Gbenga, the killers you are looking for are closer to you than you think. Try to keep what you find out in the field to yourself, if I see you are doing this, I will call you back and reveal to you what I know with the evidence I have.” The stranger had called him with a hidden number identity. He wanted to track the number but decided not to; if he did that he could scare off the man and might never find out what he knew. Hours after that phone call, Gbenga found a car washer who did his business beside a carnal. At first he didn’t want to talk to the guy, because he didn’t look like the kind of place where the culprits may have liked to go; but on a second thought he realized that if he had just killed someone and his car was filled with blood, he wouldn’t want to take it to an open place to wash it. Suddenly the placed seemed to him like the place they had been looking for, he hurried in and asked to speak with the business owner.
A boy in his early twenties came out from under a shed and introduced himself as the owner of the business. Gbenga did not reveal who he was, he was still studying the boy and some of his customers who were present; he didn’t want to blow his chance, so he asked the young man who introduced himself as Ismaila how many minutes it would take him to wash his car. Ismaila laughed and said, “I go clean am sharp sharp like fast food, you go get am now now, oga.” “How much you go take wash am?” “Oga na only five hundred naira, e no cost you.” “I go give you three hundred naira.” “Oga add something abeg… Okay I go wash am, but when you don see as your car they shine, make you add something for your boy o.” Ismaila attacked the car with zest, cleaning it to impress Gbenga. While he washed the car, his other customers drove away, giving Gbenga some chance to ask Ismaila some questions.
He walked over to where Ismaila washed his car, asked him to stop and offered him five hundred Naira. “Ismalia stop, e don do. Take this money, no give me change o, na your money be that.” “Ah! ah! Oga I never start dey wash the car you say make I stop. Wait make I show you my talent.” “Wait Ismaila, I wan ask you something. Maybe when we don yan finish you go continue.” “Thank you for the money Oga. Okay wetin be the yans?” “E don get any night way people carry red jeep come here say make you wash?” “Haba Oga! Them dey carry different jeeps dey come here nah. Even trailer, bus, lorry, anything wey be motor. The only thing wey them never carry come here na train, and if them carry am come, I go wash am.” “Ismaila you no dey understand me. Wetin I mean be say e don get any night where person or people, like two people carry red jeep come here say make you wash and you come notice something wey make you suspect them? This thing wey I dey ask you so don tey small o.” Ismaila sized Gbenga up a bit and asked him, “Oga you be olopa (policeman)?” “I go yan you true, I be olopa. I need make you help me bros.”
“Oga follow me.” Ismaila led Gbenga to the shed which served as his office and sat down. Gbenga sat next to him. Ismaila began, “Oga this question wey you ask me so dey fear me. I wan know, I dey safe as I dey so?” “Ismaila nothing do you, you dey bam. Just help me find something wey I dey look for.” Ismaila visibly calmed a bit and began to narrate what he saw a certain night many months ago, “Oga mi, my eye see something o for here. This thing wey I dey yan you so don tey o. E get one night wey one man carry a red jeep come here say make I was am. Oga I no go lie, I swear, when I open the back seat wetin I see make me fear. Na so blood full the motor like say them kill two cows inside. No be only that, I see sperm for floor well well. When I see the sperm, I come reason say maybe them dis-virgin some girls inside the motor. That night na so my body full for blood as I dey wash the motor.” “Ehm Ismaila e get anything wey you use clean the blood or the sperm wey still remain for your shop?” “No, I don burn everything.”
“You sure say nothing remain at all, at all?” “Eh…wait … yes… e get…I get…but ehm…” Ismaila stood up and began to walk towards the back of his shed and then came back, “Olopa I hope say if I tell you the thing wey I wan yan so you no go arrest me?” “I no go arrest yo.u I promise, na help you dey help me nah.” “Okay o! You see that night, when I see the sperm inside the motor, I come use my handkerchief come clean am. I get am as I dey talk to you so. I been dey plan say I go give am to one baba wey say Make I bring sperm for am, but fear never allow me go. Since that time e dey my shop. I swear I no give the baba.” “Na only sperm dey for am?” “No, blood touch am well well?” “Go bring am Ismaila.”
Ismaila went to where he hid it and brought it out; Gbenga went into his car and brought out a paper bag, opened it and asked him to drop it inside. Gbenga opened his wallet and gave Ismaila an extra one thousand Naira and pressed for more clues. “Ismaila e get as you take see the jeep plate number?” “No, na only inside I wash. But e get another thing way happen that night o.” “Wetin be that?” “After I don wash the car finish, the oga wey carry the motor come give me fifteen thousand Naira. And as I dey inside the motor dey wash am, the Oga dey answer person for phone ‘yes sir’, ‘yes sir’, like say im na police or soldier. In short me feel say the Oga no pass soldier or police.” “You fit describe the man wey you see that night?” “I fit well well. I no go quick forget the man wey give me 15k for washing im car.” Ismaila gave Gbenga what he thought was a perfect description of the man he saw that night. Gbenga took note of all he said about the man’s looks. “Thank you Ismaila, you don’t know how much you have helped me. I want you to keep your mouth shut about this our talk. No tell anybody. If you do, something bad fit happen to you. I go like get your number. If I don call you say make you hide, no waste time o! Those people wey you wash their car na bad people them be. No be woman them dis-virgin for the motor, them rape and kill person inside the motor. You dey hear me so?” Ismaila who had become afraid nodded his head. Gbenga and Ismaila exchanged phone numbers and Gbenga drove off happy for his successful investigation that day.
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