Ronald seemed satisfied with the badge, if maybe a little overwhelmed with all the other things. Chuks’ eyes had adjusted to the room’s darkness, but even so it was hard to clearly see anyone’s face, with the meagre light of the black-and-white video feeds.
He looked at Dé Crozon next. “And you’re Clyde de Crozon. The one from France?”
Dé Crozon merely inclined his head.
Ronald looked at Chuks next. “What about you?”
Ah. E don see Oga Kunle and im badge, and na only if e no get eye e no go recognize Clyde dé Crozon. Now e wan know who I be. To be honest, Chuks was tired of being the third wheel and pretending he didn’t exist, but something told him he wasn’t supposed to answer.
“As I said, we are here on a murder investigation,” Kunle quickly interposed. Ronald’s gaze lingered on Chuks, but then he looked away.
“Murder investigation? I know the woman you’re talking about is living not too far from here, but apart from that, how does it concern us? What do you want to see here?”
Kunle looked at Mr dé Crozon. Ignoring the question, the Frenchman strode deeper into the room, looking at the feeds as he walked past, and they both followed.
“Your rooms have a particular. . .arrangement, no?”
“Yes sir, we have an order in which we arrange our room numbers, if that is what you mean.”
“Are these rooms located throughout the whole building?” was the next question Mr dé Crozon posed.
“The rooms start from the ground floor and up from the first floor through to the third floor. The entire fourth floor above that is where we have the private bar, pool room and casino. The public bar is on this floor, beside the gym on the swimming pool side of the building.”
“The rooms, now. You number them how?”
“Thirty rooms on each floor, fifteen on each side. Except on the third floor, where we have all the suites. Twenty of them. One hundred and ten rooms in all. Even numbers on the left, odd numbers on the right. Hold on, let me explain a bit more clearly.”
The man turned around, looking for something. Chuks didn’t see how he could hope to find it in this dimness. But the man put his hand on a desk beside one of the monitors and slid something off it. The hand came away with a tablet. He tapped on the screen for a while, then turned it to face them. The whole screen was black save for a blue schematic of a building Chuks assumed was Primeview Hotel, shown from above like the way buildings appeared in sattelite view on electronic maps.
“As you can see, the building is shaped like an L, if you turn the letter L upside-down. We usually call them the longer and shorter sections, to make it simple. As you can see, the longer section is the long part of the L, the one down, while the shorter section is the short part, the one up.
“I have already said the rooms are thirty on every floor from this floor to the second floor. Twenty of those rooms on each floor are in the longer section, while ten are in the shorter one, with equal numbers on both left and right. This camera room now, is here, in the longer side.
“As for the twenty suites on the third floor, fifteen of those are Gold Suites, while the remaining five are Platinum Suites. Somebody that used to work under me before called the rooms Economy Class, while Gold and Platinum are Business Class and First Class.”
Ronald locked the screen of the tablet and closed the flap.
“I don’t know if you understand o, but you didn’t tell me you were coming, so I would get blackboard and chalk.”
One of the men monitoring the feeds tittered at that, but stopped when Ronald dropped the tablet on his table.
“Oui, I understand, thank you,” dé Crozon said. Chuks most definitely didn’t understand much of what the man had been saying, and he didn’t suppose Junior Detective Kunle Bakare did either— even though sey e dey nod im head —but Clyde dé Crozon was the only one here who seemed to know what he was doing, so he supposed that was enough.
“Now that we know all of that, could you pull up footage for May the sixteenth, please? Three a.m. to be precise.”