Man In Black Episode 34

0
502

You had no information at all, and you let a felon determine the duration of your investigation, such as it is, the extent of your planning. . . But identifying flaws won’t do us a large amount of good now, yes? So, detective, please tell me anything you know about the perpetrator of these murders.” He brought out a pen and a jotter.

Tobi was still angry about what the man had said about why they hadn’t solved Mrs Durojaiye’s murder in one week. What kind of murder case got solved completely in one week? Maybe the kind where a woman killed her husband and reported herself to the police out of remorse, but certainly not this kind, that one was for sure.

He looked at the Chief, wondering why he hadn’t said anything while Clyde dé Crozon had been grinding on him. His boss gestured for him to tell him what he had asked for. Tobi hissed inwardly, but he nodded.

“Okay. What we know about him. First of all we know he is a sniper, because he shot a woman in her bedroom from outside her house completely.” Tobi had not much of an idea what a sniper was, but there wasn’t any need for this man to know about that. “And my mind is telling me that it’s not just an ordinary criminal that we’re dealing with here.”

“And why do you say this?” Dé Crozon mumbled, still writing in his jotter.

“Simple. It’s not just anybody that can kill a minister in three days, abi? Maybe it’s one of his employees, I don’t know.”

“Okay. Okay. But is he a man or a woman?”

“A man,” Tobi said, without hesitation. “The person I spoke with on the phone was a man.”

“So is the Eel one person or a group of people?“

“We don’t know,” Tobi said, slowly. “But since somebody tried to kill me immediately after the minister’s murder, I will say I think they’re working in a group.”

Clyde dé Crozon looked at him pointedly.

“You “think”, yes? And perhaps you have not considered whether your shooting is completely unrelated to this case?”

Tobi scoffed, frowning. “Completely unrelated. . . How will it not be the minister’s killers that tried to kill me as well, so I wouldn’t be able to get to the ministry and tell them what I know?”

“But you also agree that it is a distinct possibility, no?” the man looked at the Chief, maybe for confirmation. Tobi looked at the Chief as well, shouting with his eyes for his boss to take his side. But Chief Rikau just looked startled that anyone was requesting his opinion and spread his hands helplessly.

Mtcheeeeeeeew.

Clyde dé Crozon skimmed his eyes over what he had written in his jotter, shook his head once or twice, then put it in his pocket. When he looked at Tobi again, the question he asked was a bit of a shocker.

“You do not know what a sniper is, do you, detective?”

He has caught me o. Tobi opened his mouth to answer, but he didn’t know what to say. The man looked at his open mouth and nodded, as if it explained everything.

“Ah,” he said, and stood up. “That should be all, I think.”

“Er, Mr Clyde d— Mr Clyde,” said the Chief. “We got an apartment for you just close by. Let me call somebody to take you there.”

Clyde dé Crozon nodded once. “I’ll be just outside.”

“And I also want to wish you luck in your investigation,” Chief Rikau added, picking up his table phone. Tobi, for his part, was still wondering what he had said that had revealed what he had been trying to hide.

“Why, thank you, Chief,” he replied and walked out.