The Game Of Wits

The game of wits episode 8

THE GAME OF WITS
(THE ROLLED OUT DICE)
EPISODE 8
BY AUTHOR SMART
“What’s your business with if he is single? I seriously don’t want to see you anywhere near him. Richærd is not like you think.”
Stiles said giving her a glare.
“I didn’t say anything wrong na, I just asked you a simple question.”
She said in a sulking manner.
“If you don’t want your heart to be played, just leave Richærd, and I won’t allow that happen so avoid him.”
Stiles said and got up while he walked away.
How have I wronged him now?”
She asked herself and raised her brow in surprise.
She picked up the remote control and changed the channel to an soap opera channel.
“Whatever he wants to say the guy is cute.”
She said and smiled.
*******
Stiles was still In his room, when a call came in.
He picked up his phone and glanced at the caller, it was Richærd. .
He scrolled up the green button and answered him.
“Guy good morning.”
Richærd greeted him, looking a bit excited from the way his voice resounded.
“Good morning bro, why does your voice look this excited?”
Stiles asked.
“lol, just come over to my house I have something to show you, just be fast and remember we are going to investigate the hotel room.”
Richærd said.
“OK, I would be there in no distance time, with my sister.”
There was a short pause before, Richærd spoke up.
“Are you planning to put your sister into this game? Ohhh! Man that would be dangerous.”
Richærd argued.
“Not really, she would just be helping us out with a few stuffs.”
Stiles said.
“That was the same thing you said when Danielle joined the case last year, but she ended up dead when she was used as a bait to track This goddamned Ricky. Anyways she is your sister, you both can do as you wish.”
“We would be careful bro.”
Stiles said and after a little discussion on random fun’s with Richærd he ended the call and got prepared.
********
Richærd who was in his room had gotten full details of the man, who had allegedly murdered the man.
His name was Thompson Richærd, a 44 year old man, who ran a club downtown.
His records where clean, without any involvement in crime.
“Surprising, clean records and trying not to leave a trace, though his ways might be so unprofessional and filled with looph0les, but it all boils down to the same stuff.”
He sighed, while making a scroll on his background, but what he got there was just any normal info, without any interesting facts.
“Think, I would be paying his club a visit this night.”
Richærd said, and lit a cigarette.
just then his entrance alarm resounded and he rushed forward and opened the door.
To see Stiles and Flora his sister.
“Hi, good morning!!”
He said smiling broadly.
“Alaye, open door make I enter.”
Stiles said, smiling, while he worked up to Richærd, and they hugged each other.
“Hi Richærd.”
Flora greeted.
“Hi Flora, how are you doing? I must confess you look so breathtaking this morning.”
Richærd complimented, while Flora couldn’t help but blush.
Stiles eyed her badly and she respected herself.
“Ermmm! Guy come and show me the stuff.”
Stiles said and dragged his sister in.
Richærd stood there, while he raised his hands up in frustration.
They were all in, when Richærd brought out the pictures and dropped it on the center table on his sitting room.
“A food for thought, a young boy just brought this yesterday. He took a snap of this when he was coming back from a friend’s shop yesterday.”
Richærd said.
“Wow! but isn’t it a bit suspicious? like how could the boy be so apt on time to snap all this, because from the earlier pictures shown, there was nothing cooking at the initial stage, save for the part the briefcase which might be suspected be drugs.”
Stiles said, while observing the pictures.
“Lol, I thought the same, but I think this is a wh0le different story, all together, while don’t we start from the scratch? Like why don’t we look into things that we haven’t bothered doing before, what we couldn’t succeed doing as a detective, we might reach the hall mark, appearing as criminals. Let’s take a different approach, moreover we ain’t disturbed by red Tapism. we are more free in our job.”
Richærd said smiling, while seemingly lost in thought.
“Do you think this would work? Like the best idea.”
Stiles asked.
“Aye!! bro, it should be positive.”
“Then what’s our move?”
“We rock the club this night. Moreover it’s a freaky Friday.”
Richærd said smiling mischievously.
“Wow! you are so intelligent and cute at the same time.”
Flora said smiling innocently, while staring at Richærd.
“Ehhhhh!!!” Richærd exclaimed, while scratching his head in embarrassment.
Stiles eyed his sister dangerously.
“Richærd can I have a word with you?”
Stiles said, gently.
“Yeah of course.”
Richærd said getting up while leading the way to his room.
Arriving there, Richærd sat on his bed, while Stiles places his back on the wall.
“Guy, seriously I take God de beg you, I no want see you around my sister, Biko! avoid her like plague.”
“Guy why are you sounding this way, as if I have anything with your sister. I just hate it when you make me look like I’m a bad guy, when you are also in the same act. Like does it make sense? And moreover I have nothing with your sister, so why all this long talks.
Richærd said in a frustrated manner.
“Look Richærd, my sisters heart is too fragile, and please I don’t want anything to hurt her, just seriously avoid her.”
Stiles said.
“Other ones you have been playing with their feelings, their heart na zuma rock ba? abi them be upgraded version of indaboski? Alaye calm down.”
Richærd said gently smiling.
Stiles immediately rushed him and dived him to the bed, and folded a punch which he drew at him.
tbc

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