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When Gbenga arrived he went to the spot which Chima described and waited for him, Chima sneaked out of an old building and whistled to get Gbenga’s attention. Gbenga ran toward him and they sneaked into the building. Inside one of the rooms in the building Gbenga met a woman and a fourteen year old boy. Chima took his time and explained, “Gbenga the woman here is Linda Clems and this is her son, Priye. They were close friends to Samuel and they are friends of mine too. They found something which my brother Samuel left and called me. I had to go back to my street to see what it was…” “You went back to your street? That was risky Chima! You shouldn’t have done that. I think we should leave this place now, maybe you were followed to this place.” “No Gbenga! Nobody noticed me. I disguised myself and that was three days ago.” “Three days ago. Are you sure?” “Yes I am.” “Okay what did you find?” “Madam, tell him,” Chima said, giving the woman the cue to tell what she had explained to him earlier.

Linda spoke up, “I was going through my phone four days ago when I stumbled on a video. I rarely store or watch videos on my phone, so I wondered who put it there. When I watched the video carefully I recognized its location, then I became much more interested in it. In the video I saw a woman running and shouting by the road near British park. She was wearing only a brazier and a skirt. She was running away from a man in another car, a dark blue Honda car. As she ran, a red Mercedes SUV stopped for her and she ran towards it. Someone inside the car opened the back door for her and she ran in. The SUV moved a little and stopped. After some time two men brought the lady out of the car naked and dead. They dumped her and her clothes by the road side and drove off.”

“How did the video get into your phone?” Gbenga asked. “My son will answer that question better Oga.” “Tell him what my brother told you,” Chima encouraged Priye. “One night it was raining and Samuel ran into our house looking very scared. He told me he had seen two men kill a woman near the park. I wanted him to take me back to the park to show me the woman, but instead he told me he had it recorded in his phone. After watching the video with him, he told me that those who killed the woman would kill him if they found out he saw them and recorded their crime. I wanted to see the video again so I took my mum’s phone and asked him to transfer the video to it. He did, but told me it was dangerous. He said he was going to tell the police the next day, the next day when I woke up I heard he had become sick again and was taken to the hospital. I swear I have not watched the video again and I have not told anyone.” “Are you sure you have not told anyone Priye?” asked Gbenga. “I swear; I have not told anyone.” “It is okay Priye. Can I see the video now?” asked Gbenga.

Linda handed her phone to Gbenga; Gbenga watched silently until he got to the part were two men carried Monica’s body out of the car. Gbenga shouted when he saw their faces, he had to muffle his shout so not to attract outsiders. In that moment, Gbenga looked like a man who had run into the devil inside a church service. The two men where Mr. Pam and his son, David Pam. Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, all that had happened made sense to Gbenga. He could understand why they seemed always a step ahead of the investigation and had managed to destroy a few evidence.

Gbenga had the video transferred to his phone and told Linda and her son they were not going back to their house, it would be risky to do that. He promised them that he would get them to a place where they would be safe until the investigation was over. That night when Gbenga returned to his hideout, he compiled all the evidence he had gathered and wondered if to rush them to the commissioner of police for an immediate arrest of Jona Pam and his son. He however decided to wait till he had found the red Mercedes SUV, and had been given the result of the forensic phenotyping based on the DNA samples from the handkerchief. Gbenga froze the image of the red SUV and had it printed as a still photograph. With that in his possession, he sneaked into Jona Pam’s street and began to ask people if they had seen the car on their street at any time. After talking to a little more than a dozen people he found out that no one had seen the car on that street.

Gbenga’s thoughts were that if the car belonged to David Pam, then he knew where to look for it. From Jona Pam’s street he took a commercial motorcycle to Baoko military barracks where David Pam lived. He didn’t search at David Pam’s apartment because he knew he wouldn’t find it there. When Gbenga arrived at the barracks he knew it might be risky to ask adults about the vehicle he was looking for, so he decided to ask teenagers. After a few hours of asking several questions and meandering through the streets of the barracks, he found a red Mercedes SUV parked amongst scrap military vehicles and covered with trampoline. He looked for the plate number, but there was none. The markings on the side of the vehicle were the same as the one in the photograph. The stickers on the rear glass were exactly the same, so Gbenga felt he might have found the vehicle he was looking for.

Instead of using a motorcycle back to his hide out, Gbenga chose to use a taxi. While in the taxi he removed an old SIM from his wallet and inserted it into his Samsung Metro 360 phone. He needed to get a contact from the SIM. Gbenga had hardly transferred the contact he was looking for to his other phone, when his boss, Mr. Jona Pam, called and sounded very suspicious of Gbenga, “Gbenga where are you?” “I am out of town sir, I got a lead I had to follow on the case.” “Gbenga don’t lie to me; I know that you just left Baoko military barracks about fourteen minutes ago, so how could you be out of town at the same time?  I want all the evidence you have gathered on the Monica case on my table in the next one hour.” “I have nothing so far sir,” Gbenga lied. “If you have nothing then show up at the office, I am wondering why you have chosen to work all alone. What are you hiding Gbenga?” “I am hiding nothing sir.” “If indeed you are hiding nothing why didn’t you report the murder attempt on your life? We found your car at the market place blown up by a bomb. I sent some people to your house and they found no one. You and your family have been missing for over thirty-eight hours and no one could reach you on your mobile phones. What is going on Gbenga?”

“Excuse me sir, how did you get this number?” “Don’t ask me stupid questions Gbenga. Just come over to the station and you will get all your answers.” Gbenga dropped the call and threw away his Samsung Metro 360 phone. He waited for a while and then asked the taxi driver to stop him. He walked for a while, his eyes darting about for any suspicious moves or persons amongst passers-by. He didn’t feel safe walking by the road, so he flagged down a motor bike and went to his hideout. When Gbenga got home he thought about how fast Jona Pam called him when he switched to one of his old SIM cards. That meant that he had been tracking him through all his mobile numbers and as soon as one of his old numbers showed up on the screen, he called him. It also meant that he wasn’t tracking him with help of police ICT experts; because if he was, his friends would have given him a tip before tracking him. Gbenga deduced that his boss may have been tracking him from a military base.

Some days later Gbenga got a text message from the forensic lab that they had facial composites from the DNA samples he gave them. Gbenga was at this time very afraid for his life, he would have loved to stay away from the public, but he knew he had to go see what the forensic physicians had come up with. He disguised himself to his best ability and left. At the lab he wasn’t surprised by what he saw; the forensic phenotyping produced the faces of Jona Pam and David Pam. Gbenga took the results and thanked the physicians for the risks they had taken to help him and hurried to leave the lab; on his way out, a janitor at the lab called him aside and told him he knew something he might be interested in. Gbenga felt he didn’t have time for what a janitor might have to tell him; he wanted to go see the commissioner of police. However, when the janitor mentioned that he knew why Itoro was killed, Gbenga followed the guy into one of the rooms at the back of the lab facility.

The janitor, Uduak by name, handed Gbenga a large envelope and said, “This is why he was killed, he analyzed the samples from Monica’s murder scene and found out that someone else was there; but when the police built their case, the DNA results of the samples – a piece of flesh and saliva - found on Monica were missing. He told me about the suspicious manner in which you and your colleagues were handling the case. He even took me into the lab and showed me the samples and the results he got. On the day he died, I found the results and the sample cases in my trash bin. Someone wanted to destroy it through me. The person must have thought I wouldn’t know what it was; maybe I wouldn’t have if Itoro hadn’t shown them to me.  An insider here did it for the police; the person may have been afraid of being caught trying to illegally take it out of the lab premises, so he dropped into my trash bin. I believe the person also poisoned Itoro. I can’t say exactly what your business here is, but I do know that Monica Uzondu’s case has been reopened. Itoro didn’t trust some people in this lab and I think you should not trust them either. Whatever they give you, check it over again and again. Though I am just a janitor here sir, but I hear things.” “What did you hear?” “I know you think you have finally found Monica’s murderers, but from what I heard around here you haven’t.” “What do you mean by I haven’t?” “I don’t know; I am only relating what I heard sir.” “Thank you Uduak, with how much you have told me, I think it won’t be wise to be seen around you.” “Yes, I think so too.”

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