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On his way back, Ggbenga made a mental assessment of how far the item he had found could help them find those behind the rape and murder of Monica. He was really excited over the possibilities before him; if they could do a DNA test of the blood and the sperm samples on the handkerchief, it would help them get a step closer to the killers and to establish if Abel was truly the killer. Already genetic sleuths can determine a suspect’s eye and hair colour fairly accurately. It is also possible to predict skin colour, baldness, hair curliness, tooth shape and age. And with the description of the man Ismaila saw the night he washed the car, they can get a composite sketch of his face and body structure. Gbenga was really high over the potentials those samples offered him in the investigation. Then his phone rang, it was an sms from Chima. He wanted to talk to Gbenga about what he remembered about his brother. Gbenga slowed down a bit and pulled up by the road side and rang up Chima, “Hello Chima! What have you remembered?” “There is a place you haven’t checked for the evidence of what my brother saw that night. I think you should check his phone. I know his password. My brother stored a lot of things he considered important in his phone, in fact his Samsung Galaxy Grand Prime was his best companion.”
“But Chima how do I find the phone?” “I thought it was one of the things you people took from his room when you found him dead.” “No, we didn’t take his phone. It wasn’t even in his room that day. I am certain we didn’t see his phone that day.” “Gbenga, if I am right, whoever killed my brother took his phone. Believe me Gbenga, if Samuel saw anything that night, then he must have recorded it with his phone…” “Oh my God!” “What is it Gbenga?” “I just remembered something, when we asked your brother if he saw the plate number of the red SUV, he said yes, but couldn’t remember it. He however promised to get it for us. That means he must have recorded it somewhere.” “Did he say that?” “Yes he did.” “I have been thinking about how soon my flat got burnt down. Think of the short time we spent that day at the station and how I sped on the road to get home so I could give you my brother’s notes, and yet someone got to my flat before us and set it on fire. I believe you people have informants in your office. Now tell me Gbenga, what actually happened when my brother was at the station?”
“He told us he had evidence about who killed Monica and narrated to us some of the things he witnessed that night; but at some point he suddenly stopped talking and wouldn’t answer any of our questions. He later told us a few more things, but when we found out he had been a psychiatrist patient for some time, we disregarded his claim and didn’t bother if he brought his evidence or not.” “This is what I think made my brother momentarily stop talking to you guys that day; maybe he recognized at your station a face he saw in the night of Monica’s murder.” Gbenga froze when Chima said those words; his heart began to race rapidly and he felt numbness in his knuckles. His throat felt dry and he swallowed saliva to moisten it. Chima had to ask, “Gbenga are you there? Hello!” “Chima I am still here.”
“You are shocked, aren’t you? I nailed it, didn’t I? Think about everything that has happened, those who killed Monica know someone in your station or they are there.” “Chima have you told anyone what you just told me?” “No I haven’t” “Where are you now?” “You told me not to reveal my location.” “Good, let it stay that way. I want you to send me your brother’s phone number; I am going to run a check on it, to find out its location.” “I will send it right away.” “Thank you Chima, you have been very helpful.” Based on what Chima told him, Gbenga knew he had to get back to the station quick and check amongst the crime scene materials taken from Samuel’s room when his colleagues did crime scene examination of his room and the flat apartment. His intention was to find out if the phone was on the list of things that were taken from the crime scene. But first he had to get to the police approved forensic lab to give them the handkerchief to run tests on. At the lab he told his guy to crosscheck whatever he found on the handkerchief with the samples taken from Monica’s crime scene. Gbenga pleaded with the Forensic physician to keep his findings secret and to call him as soon as he found anything interesting and left.
Back at the station, Gbenga was disappointed to find out that Samuel’s phone was not among the materials taken from Samuel’s room when he was found hanging from a ceiling fan hook; he had suspected that though. He wondered what could have happened to it. He remembered going over to the apartment on several occasions and did not see any phone. Suddenly he became fixated about the phone, if Samuel told them he could get them the plate number of the red SUV, then he may have recorded the events of that night with his phone. He gave the phone number which Chima sent to him to police ICT experts to run a check on and asked them to get in touch with the SIM carrier network carrier to know its whereabouts. He hoped that the person who took it would make the common mistakes most people make about trying to hide stolen phones or phones used in committing crimes.
Almost all phone users do not know that every phone has two operating systems, one that connects to cellular networks, and the one that interfaces with the consumer. Phone users don’t know that airplane mode for example only disables features in the consumer operating system, such as Android or iOS, but not in the operating system (OS) used between the phone and the carrier network. A phone may be giving out a ‘ping’ and the user would never know it. Communicating at all with a cell tower could expose a user who is being hunted by the police. A phone wouldn’t even need to be sending out GPS coordinates — communicating at all with a cell tower could expose a crime suspect. Applications like Flashlights, Battery Maximizers, QR Readers, Password Managers, other utilities and games do send information to government intelligence agents or hackers without the phone user’s knowledge.
Gbenga having ran in his head the possibilities of how they could track the phone, prayed under his breath that it had not been destroyed. If the phone had been destroyed, then there was little they could do. Tracking it on all the platforms available to them would be impossible. While Gbenga waited for the police ICT intelligence experts to give him information about Samuel’s phone and for the results of forensic tests on the handkerchief to come out, he wrote a report of his investigation and deliberately left out some vital information.
In his report he said nothing about the handkerchief, the call he got from a stranger, Samuel’s mobile phone and what might have been recorded in it, the composite sketch and the forensic phenotyping he intended to do. He furnished his boss with a report which included most of what he already knew. The police chief, Mr. Jona Pam, threw the report back at him yelling, “Gbenga there is nothing in this report what telling my superiors. Find me something about those who killed Monica Uzondu! Your report is absolute trash! My superiors are on my neck to find the killers! If you haven’t been informed, then know now that Abel’s family is about to file a suit against the state and the police for convicting and killing their son with inconclusive evidence! They are demanding five hundred million Naira compensation and not just that, they intend to press criminal charges against the police investigators who handled the case. I promise you I won’t go down alone. Just in case you have forgotten, you are the IPO in charge of this case from the beginning.”
Gbenga didn’t bother over his boss’ tirade, he was sure he had enough already to find Monica’s killers. He hadn’t told him the much progress he had made for some reason. He was afraid to disclose much because he feared that there was a mole in the police force feeding information to Monica’s killers. After two days of for both the result of the forensic tests on the handkerchief and the composite sketch, Gbenga got a text message from the police sketch artist that he had a facial composite of the description he gave him. Gbenga hurried out of the station without telling anyone where he was going. He was keeping everything close to his heart. When he saw the sketch, he fell off his seat; he became afraid for himself and for everyone connected to the investigation. The face was that of David Pam, Jona Pam’s son, a captain in the army.
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