Previously On Evening With Eva.
Kusi was in his mid30’s. Already climbing the ladder of successful banking business, he had very little worries. He saw this as an opportunity to invest, market, show his class and get to meet his superiors whose only contact with him had been via emails.
He also hoped he would have the courage to proceed with his plan. He wanted to propose. For Eva it was a night of pictures for updates on instagram and Facebook. It was a night to flaunt her beauty and her body. It was a night to make her boyfriend very proud.
“Shhhh!!!!” Shina said from the front suddenly looking sharp and continued. “Brenda is going in.” he finished.
As Brenda made to turn around, she deliberately used the tray to hit the wine bottle such that it spilled on Eva’s dress.
“Oh my God! I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please, let me get u a napkin.”,
“I’m making my move.” Shina walked towards the ladies.
The washroom was deserted, just Eva. The shina took out a glass container and sprayed the contents on Eva, put her in the car and drove off
“The car was becoming too heavy. We need one less passenger. Francis, you know what to do.” Shina said. He nodded to Francis.
Francis smiled. He brought out his .23 automatic. It was a silenced pistol. He aimed at Beauty and took her with one clean shot.
Shina removed the earphone from his left ear and said to no one in particular
“Let’s go home”
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Sophia was shocked. Max was covered in dirt and mud. He had a small cut on his cheek. There was dried blood on his forehead. His shirt was bloody and messy. He staggered into the room and sat on the long couch. He looked really bad.
“What in hell happened to you?” Sophia asked.
“We got attacked. Some heavily armed men ambushed us as we entered the border . I had to create a diversion. I made myself the bait while I asked Gerrar to proceed as planned.” Max replied.
Sophia picked her phone and made a call. She called Eddy to call off the search party. She had found Max. She also asked her personal assistant to get her private doctor to come to the mansion. She hung up. Max looked a mess. She asked him to go clean up. She called the General and informed him of the recent development.
“I want to know exactly what happened. Have you asked about the boy? Where is Gerrar?” the General queried.
“Max was badly wounded. He was almost passing out. My doctor is currently seeing to him. I will get him around and have him tell me everything.” She replied.
“S, you are really beginning to irk me! Don’t contact me unless you have something tangible to tell me. I gave you a mission. You had your orders. You have made a mess of it. I do not need crumbs. I need results. You have 24 hours. Clean it up” The General said and finished. The line went dead.
Gerrar drove like a mad man. Their driver had just been shot and he had taken hold of the wheels. He looked in the rear view mirror. The boy was scared as hell. The green Kia Optima was still in pursuit. Damn it! He took a sharp left.
The tires screeched. He was driving at 100km/hr. He was not scared. His adrenaline was pumping. He needed to shake off these guys. He took another right and got on to a lonely path. His attackers were nowhere in sight but he knew they were not far behind.
He stopped the car in the middle of the road, opened the door and got out. He pulled Sark out from the back and walked with him into the bush. He pushed Sark ahead of him as they walked through shrubs and bushes. Marshal heard a car stop in the distance behind.
His pursuers had found the car. There was a chance they would find them if they were smart enough. Sark was slowing them down. He brought out a syringe.
Sark was walking ahead, trying to find his way through the covered bush path. He was tired. Gerrar quickly got close to him, injecting the contents of the syringe into Sark’s neck and he fell in a heap.
Gerrar heard voices. His assailants were getting closer and he had Sark to deal with. He slung him on his shoulders and walked faster, making sure he hit his legs firmly on the floor with each step. He had walked for a while when he felt himself step on a metal.
“Thank you Max.” He said to himself.
He put Sark down carefully and opened the metal lid. It opened into a small hollow tunnel that led to a secret outlet across town. He descended the ladder into the tunnel, carrying Sark with him on his shoulders.
He closed the lid shut. He locked it with a huge padlock that had been there and continued away from the place. He did not expect to be followed. It was the perfect detour. There was a car waiting for him when he got out of the 15minute walk out of the tunnel.
He was exhausted. He had been through a burdened night and early morning. He dumped Sark at the back of the car and got into the passenger seat. He pulled the lever by his seat and the chair moved backwards. He relaxed on it and heaved a heavy sigh. He tried to call Max. Switched off. He sent a text.
“Package secure. Took the detour. Heading towards safe house.”
He closed his eyes and drifted into a much needed sleep.
Max woke up to find Sophia staring at her. He got up painfully and sat up, caressing his head. He felt much better now and hungry. He looked at Sophia.
“How long was I out?” He asked.
“Six hours. How do you feel?” Sophia asked, getting up and pouring herself some wine.
“I feel better. Can I have some of that?” He asked pointing at the bottle Sophia was holding.
Sophia poured another glass and handed it to him.
“I need to know what happened. Everything.” Sophia said. She settled down in a chair opposite Max and crossed her legs. Max cleared his throat.
They were driving in cruise control when they saw a car parked in the middle of the road. It was a blood red Toyota Quest. As they slowed down, a bullet pierced the windscreen and hit the driver on the forehead. Perfect hit. The windscreen cracked. Blood splattered everywhere.
“Duck!” Max whispered as the three of them huddled beside each other at the back. They heard footsteps approaching. A gun was cocked in the distance. Max signaled to Gerrar that he was going out of the car to meet the three men who were almost at the car.
Gerrar was to get the wheel, start the ignition and drive away with the package as fast as he could. He nodded. Sark was about to throw up. Gerrar looked at him with a cold stare. Sark swallowed the phlegm that was in his throat. Max opened the door and came out of the car, his hands stretched out.
“I’m unarmed.” He said, crawling out of the car and assessing the situation.
From the corner of his eyes he could see Gerrar moving stealthily to the driver’s seat. The three men approached. Heavily armed.
“Where is the package?” One of them asked. He was almost near the car now. A few yards away from the driver’s side of the car.
In one swift move, Max put his hand at his back and pulled out a pistol. He shot the approaching man on the leg as he ducked and rolled on the ground into the bushes. At exactly the same time, Gerrar started the engine, shoved the dead driver out and drove wildly at the other two assailants.
They did not expect this sudden surge and left the road in time. Gerrar drove into the bush, passed the car that was parked in the middle of the narrow road and back onto the road. He was pursued by the other assailants who entered their car and followed him.
The man Max shot was cursing and looking for him in the bushes. Max was at a vantage point. He could see the man approaching. He quickly sent Gerrar a text on the location of a secret hide-out.
He also sent another text to the driver who would pick Gerrar up. The driver replied his text. Gerrar hadn’t. The man was getting closer, cursing as his left thigh oozed blood. He said a quick prayer and hoped Max would read his message.
His phone rang. It was Max. The idiot had given away his location. He cut the call, put off his phone and slipped it into his socks. The man looked in his direction and moved faster towards him. The man saw the weeds move. He shot rapidly in the direction of the movements where Max was trying to escape. The bullet got him in the arm. He groaned.
The man stumbled forwards. Max saw him just in time. He aimed carefully and shot the man in the head. His brains splattered as he slumped on the ground. Max was in pains. He took of his jacket and tied it around the wound.
He tried to crawl out of the bush until he got tired and decided to rest. He slept off till the very early hours of the morning and found his way to the mansion.
“Where is your phone?” She asked.
He brought it out and put it on. He saw Gerrar’s message. He showed it to her.
She called Shina.
“Shina. Beauty has spilled as we suspected. She is the mole. She took the bait. Take care of her after the operation.” She hung up.
Just then she felt relieved. As she got up to refill her glass, Max’s phone rang. It was Gerrar.
“I am down. Package jumped me. He is on the loose. I am at the safe house.”
Max got up to leave.
“Where are you going?” Sophia asked.
“I have got to take care of business.” He said, relating Max’s message to her.
“The boy knows you. He might jump you too.
I guess this is where I step in. I’ll handle this.” Sophia said and smiled.
She grabbed her car keys and headed towards the safe house.
Detective Ahmed Haruna woke up startled. His phone had been ringing nonstop. He felt his head banging. He picked the call.
“Hello. What? When? How?” he asked with a very croaky voice.
He listened for about two minutes then replied,
“Oh my God!” He said sitting up and continued, “Keep a perimeter around the crime scene. No one takes or touches anything till I get there. You understand? I will be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up.
He took his wristwatch from the bedside table and checked the time. 6:37 am. He looked behind him. Rita was fast asleep, covered up under the duvet. They had had a wild night, getting high on weed and alomo bitters before engaging in different positions.
She came twice riding him while he later turned her and came into her from behind. They slept off thereafter. She was his tonic after a very hard day’s job. They always meet at her house every Saturday night. She looked so angelic.
He did not want to wake her but he had no choice. He tapped her gently. She stirred but did not wake. He tapped her again, adding a little more force this time around. She turned, opening her eyes slowly.
“Hmmm…what is it honey?” Rita asked.
“Do you have some aspirins in the house?”
“Yes I do. In the Kitchen.”
Ahmed got up Unclad and went into the kitchen to get the aspirins. Rita began to get horny under the sheets. The sight of Ahmed’s perfect round ass and great body always drove her crazy.
He returned with the aspirin and a glass of water. She licked her lips at the sight of his huge d**k and his perfect abs. Ahmed took the drugs and accompanied it with water. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, his muscles ripping.
She touched his skin. He did not move. She continued, tracing her hands to the side of his chest and caressing his nipple. He turned to face her. Then he kissed her on the lips.
She responded, moving close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He disengaged the kiss and pecked her on the forehead. He moved away from the bead and got his briefs from the floor. He wore them.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Rita asked, a frown appearing on her very pretty face.
“Duty calls honey. I have to go.” Ahmed replied. He was wearing his jeans now.
“Should I make breakfast for you?” She asked.
“I can’t tell. Looks like a serious case. I will call you baby.”
He finished wearing his clothes and gave Rita a light kiss on the lips. “Haaaa i could have finished this before leaving” He got his car keys and left Rita’s house.
He got to Law School Bus Stop to meet a small crowd of people already at the scene. He made his way through the curious crowd shoving his ID card in their faces as he screamed “Make way. Excuse me, leave the road please.
” Even if he did not have his ID card on him, his intimidating stature and his rough face was enough for any sane person to leave the way. His face was harsh and strong with his forehead having permanent wrinkles. His voice was throaty and hoarse, his lips black from marijuana smoking. He had very broad shoulders with rippling biceps. He stood at 6ft. 5inches and always wore very tight black shirts.
He bent and got into the yellow tape area. The medics where talking to a few pressmen and some other officers where huddling around the crime scene looking for more evidence. There was a body by the lagoon in white cloth.
He moved close to the body and bent down. He pulled away the white cloth. The white, lifeless and decaying body of Agent Mercy stared him in the face. He removed his dark shades and looked at the body closely. He saw the gunshot wound.
He looked at her hair, her face. He was looking at her arms when he noticed something. All her jewelry was not touched. All except her wristwatch. He called for a forensic agent.
“Get me a UV torch and some gloves.” He commanded.
He took out two white gloves from the pack handed to him and collected the UV torch. He put it on and scanned her wrists. There were distinct finger prints on her wrist where her wrist watch has been.
“Where is Tunde!!!?” He screamed at no one in particular.
Tunde came out of the police van parked beside the ambulance inside the crime scene. He had been making a phone call.
“Let me call you back please.” He hurriedly hung up.
“Good Morning sir. Seen anything spooky?” Tunde said bending beside Ahmed.
He ignored the greeting.
“Do you notice anything?” Ahmed asked pointing the torch at her wrist and using his finger to show him what he meant.
“No sir.” Tunde said.
“Look harder, dumb head.” Ahmed said angrily.
“Oh, I see them now. Finger prints.” Tunde said animatedly.
“I want you to do this yourself. Get me those prints by 12 noon. Do not give this to your boys to handle. This is a sensitive case. If you do, I will find out and I will have you controlling traffic by Monday morning. Am I clear?” Ahmed threatened.
“Crystal clear sir.”
Tunde waved at one of his boys and they brought him a small white plastic bag. He handed it to Ahmed.
“This was found while the boys were looking for evidence at the bank of the water. Seems like the bullet that did the job.” Tunde said.
Ahmed took the plastic bag, opened it and put the bullet in his palm, rolling it over.
“This bullet was fired from a .23 automatic pistol. Out of circulation. Silenced. You can tell from the charred edges. I will keep this.” He said to Tunde, putting the bullet back in the bag and into his pocket and continued,
“Comb the entire perimeter. Let me know when you find anything.” He finished, getting up and pulling off the gloves.
He walked away from the scene, got into his car and dialed a number adding *4567# behind it. It was a secure line. Only he and 3 other agents could call the line. It was the direct line for the Head of Intelligence Operations.
“Ma, it was Agent Mercy. She had been compromised. I have some leads. Give me 8 hours ma. Thank you.”
He hung up.
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