The Voice – Episode 16
The Voice – Episode 16
A story by Alabede Jude
The rays of sun peered into the open louvers and it illuminated the room.
Agent Bola stirred on the bed rolling sideways, she reached for Cole but her hands only grabbed the duvet. She opened her eyes immediately and tilted her head sideways.
Cole was gone.
She sat upright bewildered scanning the room for any movements of Cole.
The entire house was eerily silent which made it obvious that Cole wasn’t in the house. She rolled the duvet away and stood up.
She was stacked unclad from head to toe, not even clad in undies . She smiled as events of the past night replayed in her head like a filmstrip.
The night was indeed heaven on earth, too superb and awesome.
Cole drove her nuts, she could tell it was due to pain and anguish which triggered him to fire continuously and tirelessly but the question is why?
She was less perturbed by it, in as much she got what she craved for. She reached for her phone which was on the bedside table and tapped the screen on, then she stopped the video she had been recording. She had recorded their s€×capade for a reason best known to her. She stood up and walked into the bathroom unclad, her n-pples were er-cted due to the amorous thinking of getting laid with Cole.
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Cole downed the glass of scotch at a go and swallowed a cube of ice.
Cole looked distraught and worn out, he was seated on a chair in a mini bar at the back of his house beside the pool. His conscience pricked him as he remembered every part of the event which accidentally happened the other night.
That was not good. He coughed till his eyes were red and watery. It looked like nothing was going well for him, not even drinking.
Nora is missing and the best he could do is to sleep with some slut.
Slut?
He poured another cup and took a sip. He had a lot to think about but his mind was numb. Alcohol was not the solution but it certainly could not make things worse, but it did the other night, it really made things worst from worse.
Cole swallowed hærd, why did he do it?
Why can’t he control himself?
His anger grew with each and every passing second as he reminisced on the dreaded act.
Tears welled up in his eyes, what had he done to deserve this?
The killer was really at his neck, playing a prank with him.
Was it really a prank?
No it wasn’t. This was real. It was f****ng real!
Cole grabbed the glass and threw it into the pool.
The splash did not have the crash effect he wanted. Nothing was really going well at all.
His phone beeped and the lights came on. Cole hissed, it was another message from the network provider. He thought presumably but wasn’t sure. He felt the urge to open it but he didn’t.
He just doesn’t want to.
He heard footsteps coming from behind him and he sprung to his feet.
Nora?
It wasn’t her, instead it was the DG.
“Looks like you are expecting someone really important.” Mr Akinola said as he settled down facing Cole.
“Hey man, what’s wrong? what happened?” Mr Akinola asked with concern as he noticed Cole’s distraught mood.
“Nora is gone” Cole said and bursted into fresh tears.
“You ghat to be kidding me”_ Mr Akinola stood up gobsmacked, it doesn’t look like he was kidding.
“This can’t be possible Cole”
“It’s __ ” Cole was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
“My problems are over now”
Cole hissed loudly, he felt like throwing the phone too.
When would his problems be over?
The phone rang for the umpeethent time, still he didn’t pick up nor check the caller.
Mr Akinola persuaded him to pick up but he was adamant to his decision.
The phone kept on ringing and the lyrics of the music aggravated his anger. He finally picked it up and pressed the phone to his ear.
“Detective, please come to my house alone. I now have the information in full” a voice said impatiently.
“Please who is this!?” Cole snapped.
“Its the guard, the…”
“What do you have?”
“Come alone please”
The line went dead, Cole stared at the phone like he was just seeing it for the first time. He gazed at Mr Akinola and stood up fiercely.
“What’s wrong?” Mr Akinola called after him but he was gone already.
Cole drove tremendously fast, a hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone.
He quickly checked the database of the guards and he got the location.
Cole drove more faster and he got there within a twinkle of an eye. He dropped down and clutched to the gun in his hand.
He didn’t even think before he swung into action.
It could be a trap, who knows?
He moved stealthy towards the main door of the house. It was a flat and the door was wide open.
Cole shook his head, he had no accurate plan.
“hello” he bellowed out as he stepped in.
Silence answered, he looked back and forth there was no one but he couldn’t be sure.
Cole pushed a door leading to a room open. He halted, an horrific sight welcomed him.
The man sprawled on the floor face down, blood leaked out from his side.
Cole took three steps forward and bent low, he was stiff and motionless.
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The scene was flooded with the medics, the press and some CID officials.
The press were talking to the medics while the camera men were taking pictures of the scene. Different sounds of sirens blared outside, some onlookers gathered distance away, they couldn’t come any closer as the house was sealed with the CID yellow tape.
Cole bent down and uncovered the body, he was the only CIB cop that was present at the scene.
Cole stared hærd at the body, the blood was still gushing out from the stomach side and the guard’s phone was beside him but the screen was broken.
He could tell he was shot while making the call but who could have done this?
The killer made it look like a trap
Why is the killer setting him up?
“Sir, your attention is needed in the CID interrogation room.” Cole heard a voice behind him and he sprung to his feet swirling around . It was a young CID cop.
Cole shook his head, he was in for questioning.
“Alright I’ll be there soon” Cole said and glanced back at the body.
“No sir, I was ordered to bring you along immediately.” The young cop said fearfully.
Cole blanched, he stared at the young cop for a while. He was dressed in the CID uniform, the boy was probably a sergeant.
The boy’s leg twitched with uneasiness, the glare was making him scared.
“Who sent you?” Cole asked without taking off his gaze.
“Inspector kunle”
Cole smiled, he knew all along that it would be him but anyway he was going to prove who the boss really is.
“Let’s go” Cole said and they both left the building.
Minutes later, Cole found himself in the CID building.
The building wasn’t that tall compared to the CIB but it was well equipped with computer facilities.
Cole sat on a chair, there was an empty table in front of him. The room was empty too except for the chairs and table.
Cole looked up, there were cameras hung up in the four corners of the room.
The door suddenly flung open and Inspector kunle stepped in, he trotted to the table and sat opposite Cole.
He dropped a file on the table and gazed at Cole for a while before he eventually spoke.
“Good readings to you detective Cole, I see you’re surprised at the turn of things”
Cole kept mute and stared into the air, he wasn’t going to talk.
Inspector kunle noticed the mood he switched to, he shook his head. that wasn’t going to stop him from doing his job.
“Detective, do you have any personal issue with the Guard?”
Cole looked up at him, his mouth pouted in abhorrence.
“Oh you ain’t gonna talk huh?” Inspector kunle said in a raised pitched voice.
“After you killed the guard, you wanna prove innocent here by not.. ”
“Spare me that f****ng crap!” Cole angrily slammed the table.
His eyes w¡dened as realization hit him, what did he just do?
They are watching! everybody’s watching!
Cole heaved a sigh and readjusted his sitting position.
“Ready to talk?”_ inspector kunle smiled.
“Not really but I will in all diligence.”
kunle smiled again. He brought out the guard’s broken phone and a small android device.
“Look” inspector kunle showed him the device.
Cole squinted his eyes, he saw a number on the call logs of the device.
“What’s this for?” Cole asked in a hoarse voice.
Inspector kunle frowned. “Isn’t’t that your number?”
Cole squinted again, it really was his.
“It’s mine”
“He called you last and then he was killed”
“I didn’t kill him” Cole said tentatively.
“I didn’t say you killed him” inspector kunle objected.
Cole twitched on the chair. this wasn’t going well at all.
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Nora twitched in pain and discomfort as a bucket of cold water was poured on her face, her eyes opened slowly. Her vision was blur at first and she felt drowsy, she was seeing more than fifty faces staring down at her. It took her sometime before her vision became clear, then she saw a man seated on a chair with his legs crossed.
She looked around the room, squinting her eyes to accommodate the light as her head pounded with an headache, the room was quite empty.
She tried to sit comfortably, but only ended up gro-ning loudly.
She was strapped to a chair, hands and legs firmly tied.
What’s happening?
She couldn’t recall what happened or how she got there.
It all looked like a mystery to her.
“Where am I?” her voice shrieked.
To be continued…