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Gbenga felt like his world was spinning out of control. A few moments before he spoke with Uduak, he was going to place a call to the commissioner of police for an arrest order to pick up Jona Pam and David Pam. “If there is a slim possibility that the murders are not Jona Pam and his son then who are the murderers? How about the gamut of evidence I have got?” Gbenga thought. He decided to do just what the janitor had told him - check again. He couldn’t afford the same mistake they made with Abel. He took the handkerchief and the samples Uduak gave to him to another lab. The police didn’t have a contract with this other lab, but he knew someone inside who could use his influence to do the tests, on the promise that they would be paid when the case is over. At the new lab Gbenga explained his dilemma to his old friend, Mr. Syracuse and pleaded for him to help him out.  Mr. Syracuse agreed to help and took the samples from him.

Gbenga pleaded with him to run a test on all the DNA samples and compare them with the ones he had done earlier and to also do a forensic phenotyping on all the samples he gave him. It would be tasking, but Gbenga wanted it done quickly. While Gbenga was still speaking with Mr. Syracuse, he got a call from a colleague of his that there had been an order for his arrest. Gbenga was surprised and wanted to know the reason for the arrest order. He was told that Jona Pam had become frustrated with his disappearance and refusal to write reports on his investigation and took his grievance to the commissioner of police, who quickly ordered for his arrest. Gbenga knew it would only be a matter of time before he was arrested and all the evidence he had gathered taken from him. So he knew he had to work faster.

He left Mr. Syracuse and went to see another sketch artist who didn’t work for the police. He explained to the guy the situation he was in, gave him the descriptions he got from Ismaila and waited to see what the sketch artist would come up with. When the sketch composite was ready, Gbenga could not believe his eyes. The face on the paper was not David Pam, rather it was Ladi, a police officer in the homicide unit. There were a few similarities between Ladi’s face and David’s face, however the differences were much. At this point Gbenga didn’t know what to believe again. If the first sketch artist lied about his sketch why then was he murdered? If Gbenga had called the new sketch artist before going to see him, he may have concluded someone got in touch with him before he arrived. But he hadn’t seen the guy in a very long time. Gbenga’s thoughts were that if the new face composite was right, then he may have been chasing shadows all along.

He wanted to be sure, so he left to see another artist, this time an ordinary road side artist. Gbenga gave the artist the descriptions and hid himself inside the artist’s shop and waited. When the guy was done, the face on the paper was Ladi’s face. “No this two guys cannot be lying to me”, Gbenga thought. He knew he had to pay Ladi a visit when he recalled what Chima said about Samuel possibly recognizing a face he saw at the crime scene. “No! No! No! If Ladi is one of Monica’s murderers, then the video Linda and her son gave to me was forged, or at least not entirely true. And if it is not true then she must be working for someone who knows the truth. Oh my God! If Linda knows the murderers, then the murderers know Chima’s whereabouts,” he thought aloud.

Gbenga paid the artist and left in a hurry. On his way he called Chima and asked to meet with him at some location. When they met, Gbenga explained the new development to him. Chima was astonished; he could not believe that a bosom family friend like Linda could connive with his brother’s murderers to lie to him. Gbenga told him not to draw conclusions until they had spoken with Linda. Gbenga took Chima to the location where he had hidden Linda and her son. Gbenga was furious and pressed Linda for answers, “Linda the video you gave me was forged, tell me the truth, how did you get it? If you lie to protect anyone, you will be playing with a twenty-one year jail term. Linda, tell me the truth, who gave you the video?” Linda broke and began to cry, “A man gave it to me…” “How much did he pay you?” “He didn’t pay me; he said if I didn’t give it to you, he would kill me and my son.”

Gbenga had his tape recorder on and made sure he recorded everything Linda said. “Linda can you describe the man who gave it to you?” asked Gbenga. “Yes.”  Raising the composite sketch of Ladi’s face, Gbenga asked, “Is this the man?” Linda studied the face and said no. “Mummy I saw this face when that man came to our house; he was in the car outside waiting for him,” Priye said. “You saw this man Priye.” “Yes I saw him; he was in the car outside waiting for the man who threatened to kill us if we did not give you the video.” Gbenga took a paper and wrote down the specific details they gave him about the man who threatened to kill them. He took them to some other hidden location and stayed with them till evening when he left. He knew where to find Ladi, and good enough Ladi wasn’t expecting him. He hadn’t made use of a gun all through the investigation, but before he went to see Ladi he took one along.

Ladi didn’t disappoint, he was in one of his drink bars with some women who looked older than him; he liked them old. From behind him Gbenga brushed his gun against his skin; when he felt the cold feel of the gun, he understood the message. Gbenga politely asked him to get up. When Ladi turned and saw it was Gbenga he almost fainted. He had the look of a man whose bubble had burst. Gbenga led him away making no fuss about it. The old ladies who were drinking with Ladi didn’t grasp what was going on; they thought a friend of his had simply led him aside to have a chat with him. Outside a taxi was waiting for Gbenga, he pushed Ladi in, joined him at the back of the car and put cuffs on him. Gbenga told the driver to keep driving around the city.

“Ladi you know you really are a smart guy. I admire your intelligence. I hope you know what I mean?” “I don’t know what you are talking about Gbenga.” “I know you and your friend killed Monica Uzondu.” “You don’t know anything Gbenga and you have no proof.” “You will be surprised by how much evidence I have now. The DNA samples found on Monica, saliva and a piece of flesh removed from under her baby finger, which you tried to destroy, well I have them.” Ladi was shocked, Gbenga could see fear in his eyes and so he pressed harder, “I know about Samuel’s video which you mutilated to make it look like Jona Pam and his son committed the crime. Linda has confessed to how you threatened to kill her and her son if she did get the video to me. I have your multiple DNA samples from the crime scene.” “You are bluffing Gbenga.”

“Well, I am not. I have found the guy who washed the red SUV in which you and your friend raped and murdered Monica. He kept the handkerchief with which he cleaned your semen and Monica’s blood. In a few hours I will be able to match the DNA samples from the crime scene with the ones found on the handkerchief and I will also get a facial composite from the DNA samples. In case you think I am working with our usual lab, you are wrong. I know all about your plans to mess up my investigation and also I have found the red SUV which you planted to make it look like David Pam was the culprit. Here is a sketch of your face as described by the guy who washed the red SUV.” Gbenga held up the sketch for him to see. He continued, “Two sketch artists have given me the same result. Are you ready to talk now Ladi?”

“Have you been able to find out whose car the red SUV is?” “No. The way I see it, your partner in crime must be very powerful.” “My partner is Mr. Edem Inyang.” “What! Itoro’s father! Former ASP?” “Yes.” “How is that possible?” “The night Monica was killed; we were driving home when we saw a lady clad in just skirt and brazier, covered in blood and running along the road. She was hysterical; we stopped for her when we saw she seemed to be in some trouble. I opened the door for her to come in. Mr. Edem Inyang was the one driving. When she came into the car, we found out from her that she thought she had killed a man. We told her we would help her keep it secret if she allowed us to have sex with her. She refused and told us that the man she killed was trying to rape her. Mr. Edem got angry, he thought the lady was lying and frankly we couldn’t understand how a woman who just murdered a man could be telling us what to do. Mr. Edem re-parked his car and jumped into the back of the car and beat the lady silly, he tore off her clothes and began to rape her…”

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