KILLER - Episode 6

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - killer, tossed both of her phones, capable of killing and rape, of interest to the investigation, injury, killed his girlfriend shocked her, the last time she left the apartment, lawyers contest the warrant, the serial killer.

“I am very sure that I heard some noise,” the killer said in a menacing tone. He grabbed Maureen by the neck. “I came here alone,” she pleaded with him. He brandished a knife that came out of nowhere. Maureen could hear her heart racing. “Why should I believe you? You know I killed all those people and you still trust me? I have spent a lot of time here and I have never heard any noise outside at this time. Who did you bring with you? Do you have an electronic tracker on your?” He pinned her to the ground and held a knife to her neck. “My dear, I know you don’t trust anyone, but you have to believe me, please. I did not come with anyone. I am intrigued by who you are. I am sincerely intrigued,” she pleaded. He dug into her purse and rummaged through. He tossed both of her phones out without noticing the second one that was still connected to Oifie, even though the connection was weak. He looked for some kind of electronic tracker, but he found none. Then, he began to search her, focusing on her upper body – from shoulder to her waist. He found nothing.

“I told you dear, I came all by myself,” she said after the search. He regarded her for a moment without uttering a word. “I can be paranoid at times,” he said eventually. “I was so sure that I heard something out there.” “It must have been an animal running by or a tree bending under the influence of the breeze outside,” Maureen suggested. The killer stepped back. He walked to the makeshift door of the cave and peeked through a crack. He saw no one outside. Then, he opened the door slightly, making sure not to make a loud noise. He stepped out carefully with a knife in hand. He looked around, but he saw no one. He re-entered the cave and closed the door. “Come here my dear. You worry too much. You have to learn to relax and forget about all the things that plague your mind,” Maureen beckoned at him.

Then, there was a crackling noise outside. It was as if someone stepped on a dry piece of wood, which broke in half. Even Maureen heard it this time. “Now, I am convinced you came with someone,” he said pouncing on her. He pressed her down onto the old, ragged mattress and began to squeeze her neck. His eyes burned with rage. He had dropped the knife, but his big strong arms were squeezing life out of her. “Liar! You heard that, didn’t you?” Maureen wanted to answer but she could not. She gasped for air as the killer applied more pressure. Then, there was another noise outside, which startled the killer. He paused to listen, releasing some of the pressure on Maureen’s neck. Maureen used the opportunity to reach out for a pen knife she had tied carefully around her right sheen, inside her leggings. She ripped through her leggings, grabbed the pen knife and quickly dug it into the killer’s shoulder. He winced in pain, grabbing his shoulder.

“Help!” Maureen shouted. The killer leapt off her and scampered to his feet. Maureen jumped up as well expecting the worst. The noise outside increased. Realizing that there were people outside, the killer made a mad dash for the door. He ploughed through the door and ran into the darkness. He knew the area more than anyone else. Before Oifie, Gbolahan, Uzokwe and Ogechi could get any closer, he disappeared into the darkness. Maureen continued to yell for help. By the team they reached her, the killer was nowhere to be found. They followed his blood trail but after a while, it disappeared. They could not tell which way he had taken. “It looks like he got in the river to break his blood trail,” Gbolahan remarked. “I think so too,” said Oifie. “He is highly intelligent,” Ogechi added.

They returned to town and checked on Uchenna, one of their previous suspects but he had no stab injury on his shoulder, so they let him off. They checked on other people they had been suspecting in the area including Michael Ogbuehi, John Amadi, Iheanyi Okere and Uduma Ezenna. They all lived in the area they believed the killer resided in. None of them had any injuries. They collected all the information they could from Maureen and sent her to Owerri, where she was to remain in the meantime. It was risky to remain in her apartment, so she opted to return to Owerri, her home State capital on leave. She had returned with the police to her apartment to pick up personal effects before hitting the road in a State car.

Oifie and his team drew up another list of suspects including all the men in the mid-thirties to late forties in the area. Carefully, they began to dig into their lives. They could not tell if any of them had a shoulder injury as one could easily hide such injury under their shirt, so they watched them carefully in case they visited a doctor or the drug store secretly. A man by the name Chidoka quickly became of interest to the investigation. He was a forty-forty-year-old man who lived by himself. His wife left him some years earlier, running away with their children. Rumors had it that his wife had found out that he was evil, capable of killing and rape. Some years earlier, Chidoka’s girlfriend was found dead and tests showed that she had been violently raped before she was strangled in Emene. Neighbours told police that Chidoka had been in the apartment the day she was killed. Chidoka’s hired top lawyers to clear him from those allegations, but his wife left. She could not believe that her husband of many years was having an affair, and the thought that he may have killed his girlfriend shocked her. Chidoka became a recluse, living in his big house all by himself. His house was near St. Michael’s Church with a trail at the back of his wall leading to Mmiri Ani.

“I heard he has an underground route from his compound to Ilukwe Street,” Gbolahan told the group. “That is not possible,” Oifie countered. I have looked through the plans of all the building in the area…there is no underpass anywhere in the area,” he continued. “What if he built it secretly without reporting it to the lands office?” Ogechi asked. “Let’s pay him a visit,” Uzokwe suggested. After a long argument, they went to Chidoka’s house, but he would not let them in. He answered their questions through an electronic (intercom) system connected to his gate. “I don’t talk to the police. If you have a warrant to search my compound, then come back and I will listen to you. Mind you, I can have my lawyers contest the warrant if necessary, because ever since you accused me of a crime I did not commit, I don’t trust you,” he told them. After futile effort to convince him to answer their questions, they left. Oifie spoke to the state commissioner of police in an effort to obtain a warrant to search Chidoka’s compound. While the warrant was being processed, the investigators retired home.

Ogechi got off the bus on Ogui Road. She was exhausted. She dragged her fagged out body towards her fake apartment. She had decided to stay there for the night in an effort to work quietly. She wanted to study some of the evidence and reports generated thus far on the case. Besides, a part of her was attracted to the idea of luring the killer out in the open. She wore a red skirt that hung above her knees. Her red and white striped blouse revealed sections of her belly with every stride she made. She scanned the vicinity around her as she walked towards the building. Suddenly, she thought she had seen someone following her. When she turned to see who it was, there was no one there. She continued cautiously, masking her concern carefully.

When she reached the end of the street before turning onto Nzekwe Street, she turned sharply. She saw a figure duck behind a building. She had been right. She was being followed. She could not make out the face of the person following her, but she was certain that she was being followed. She walked briskly towards the apartment. He purse dangled on her side with a pistol resting inside. As soon as she reached her apartment, she entered the house without turning on the lights. She quickly checked the windows to make sure that they were firmly locked. To her shock, she found out that one of her windows had been tampered with! He has been here, she thought to herself as her heart began to race. The window was closed but the bolt was unlocked. She had taken care to bolt every window and door carefully the last time she left the apartment as she always did.

On checking the back door, she found out that had been tampered with as well. Whoever had been here had left two major entry points to allow him access to the apartment later. Ogechi locked the doors and window firmly. She checked every single one of them again. Then she called Oifie, but he was not taking his call. Gbolahan and Uzokwe would not answer either. She called the state CID and requested for a special unit to be dispatched to the apartment. “It will take some time to put a unit together this late without prior notice,” the officer she spoke to explained. “This is a matter of life and death. It has to do with the serial killer of Asata, You and I know the State governor is keen to solve this case, so if you don’t want to lose your job, put a squad together quickly and send the men over to this address,” she yelled into the phone, reeling off the address frantically.

She opened her drawer and made sure she had enough bullets. She changed into a pair of jean trousers and a pair of flat shoes. Then, she lay on the bed and called Oifie one more time, but he was probably fast asleep. There was no answer on his end. Ogechi walked to her backdoor and peeked through the keyhole. Her heart sank into her stomach. On her balcony was a masked man…the same man she had seen in the street a short while back. He wore a pair of black trousers, black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black sneakers. He stood there staring at the door through holes in his mask.

She thought of shooting him through the door, but she worried that the strong doors might absorb some of the bullet. Outside, he bent over and began to work on the door handle with a chisel-like metallic object. He wants to break in, Ogechi thought. She could hear her own blood racing viciously through her veins. Should I shoot him? she pondered. No, I want him to be captured alive. Will I hit him through those doors if I shoot? What if I miss? A million thoughts raced through her mind. Then, she heard her door click.


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Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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