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    I love this story a type of news called investigative report,for mass comm students u grab wat I meant

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    :::DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET:::

    >>>EPISODE (2b)<<<

    Story by LORDJOSH
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    “We didn’t mean any disrespect
    to you or your church.” Tola
    stepped in. “We are still trying to
    figure out why the body was left
    here. It doesn’t look random, it
    feels like your church was
    chosen.”

    “Our church was chosen as a
    dumping site for a killer? That
    should cheer me up.” The pastor
    stood up. “I wish you all the
    best with your investigation.”

    The pastor had ended the
    interview, Adam was glad to be
    out of the pastor’s house. There
    were two sets of people he did
    not like dealing with; Pastors
    and judges. They always made
    him remember all the wrong he
    had ever done.

    “We are done here, right Tola?”
    He could not wait to be home.

    “We are done here but don’t
    you even think of going home.”

    She could read him better than
    she could read the alphabets.

    “We are talking to the hookers
    today. You realize the chief
    would want daily updates…well
    until this thing dies down and
    everybody forgets.”

    “Can’t we do that tomorrow?

    You realize I’m still hung over,
    my head still aches and I could
    really use some sleep. You know
    what, I have an idea. How about
    we go home and we go
    interview them later tonight?

    That’s a good idea, huh?” Adam
    looked at her, eyes pleading.

    “Ademola, you know I cannot
    come tonight. I’m married,
    remember?”

    “Oh, that’s true, you are married.

    I had totally forgotten, when did
    you get married by the way…
    wait, how old are you?” He
    asked laughing.

    “You know what Ademola, I
    don’t care what you do, you’re
    the boss, and it is your
    reputation on the line, not mine.

    Just take me back to the office
    and you can do whatever you
    want.”

    “Thank you, my lady.”

    “Wait, one more thing, don’t get
    drunk tonight.”

    “That’s not a problem, I’m not
    touching alcohol till this case is
    over.”

    The tequila felt good as it slid
    down his throat. He popped off
    his shoes, and relaxed on his
    sofa, glass in hand. He was a
    slave to alcohol and he hated
    himself for it, but most days the
    bottle was his only companion.

    He had made terrible decisions
    in the past, decisions that had
    led to the loss of a life, the loss
    of his totally cool job as personal
    aide to the governor and landed
    him the important job as
    director of the CIB. He hated the
    job, many would kill to have it
    but it represented a punishment
    to him. It was a promotion
    technically but it came as a
    result of making a mistake. He
    had considered resigning, but it
    would be admitting to himself
    and the world that he was a
    failure. Plus he could really use
    the money.

    Adam stood up from the sofa
    and placed the cup on the table
    beside the bottle of tequila and
    moved away from it, what he
    needed was sleep, not a pity
    party.

    He was about climbing back into
    the sofa when his phone rang, it
    was Kelvin Little.

    “Kelvin Little!” It was not his real
    name. His name was Faruk but
    he did look a lot like Kelvin Hart,
    if he was bald and was even
    smaller in stature. Somebody
    had called him Kelvin Little and it
    had stuck.

    “Adam, how far? We have not
    met in a long time, will you
    come to Caleb’s?” Faruk was one
    of the people he needed to stay
    clear of, he fed his alcohol
    addiction but he was a true
    friend.

    “Faruk, I don’t think I wanna
    drink tonight. I’m tired plus I
    have to work later, you heard
    about the murder, right?”

    “Everybody heard about the
    murder, just come, we won’t
    drink. I’m waiting.” And he
    ended the call.

    Faruk had not even given him
    the chance to say no. It was
    probably a bad idea but
    hanging out with Faruk was
    one of the few pleasures he still
    enjoyed. He was an ex-soldier,
    which was difficult to believe
    because of his height, he had
    fallen on bad times since he was
    infamously let go for reasons he
    refused to discuss. He knew a
    lot and talked a lot, he did not
    make sense most of the time
    but when he talked, you had to
    listen.

    Adam moved to room, threw on
    a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and
    grabbed his car keys on his way
    out.

    His mind went to the murder he
    was investigating as he eased
    his car unto the road. Ritual
    killings were not strange or far-
    fetched, but this particular one
    made the air on his neck stand.

    It was pure evil. And there was
    the case of the removed liver.

    Why would a killer remove the
    liver of his victim? Was he an evil
    man who fed on human livers
    or a ritualist who needed a
    human liver for his money
    rituals? Then there was the
    issue of dumping the body in
    front of a church.

    He shook his head, he was not
    going to let the case get to him.

    It would blow over and they
    could all return to their normal
    lives.

    He slowed the car to a stop as
    he eased into Caleb’s, it was an
    exclusive lounge and bar where
    he met with Faruk. Faruk was
    already waiting outside.

    “I can’t believe these people
    won’t let me in after all these
    months of coming here with
    you.” He said as they shook
    hands.

    “Remember, you need one of
    this.” Adam said, showing him
    his membership card. “It’s
    exclusive for a reason.”

    “What are you trying to say
    man? I’m not good enough? Is it
    because I’m short? Look here, I
    have fought for this country,
    what’s greater than that?”

    Adam laughed as he showed
    the guard his card and they
    were ushered in.

    “What do you do here when you
    don’t drink, Faruk?” He asked as
    they settled into a corner where
    they could observe without
    being noticed.

    “You look at rich people and the
    fortunate girls who will be
    getting their money tonight! If I
    was a girl, I could really do some
    damage.” He threw his head
    back, laughing hard at his own
    joke.

    “You think I…hold on, I think I
    have a call.” He dug into his
    pockets and brought out his
    phone, he had a call, it was Tola.

    “Hello Madam”

    “Ademola, how are…wait, are
    you in a club? Adam!”

    “No, I’m not in a club. Well, you
    could say…forget it. Why did you
    call me?”

    “Why did I call? You remember
    the case? You said you were
    going to speak to the victim’s
    co-workers tonight.”

    “Yes I still plan to. The time is
    just…”He lifted his arm to look at
    his watch.”…oh my God, it’s
    almost seven. Don’t bother with
    the lecture, I’m going there now
    and thank God I have help.” He
    terminated the call before she
    could add any reprimands.

    Faruk had always wanted to
    solve a big case. He had seen
    enough TV shows to know how,
    in his opinion, he was going to
    get his chance.

    “Faruk, I’ve got something
    better than watching these fake
    people. How about we go do
    some investigation?”

    “Are you talking about the ritual
    killing? Are you kidding me?” He
    asked, jumping up from the
    sofa. “Let’s go baby!”

    “Who is your baby?” Adam
    asked chuckling.

    The guard at the door eyed
    them as they stepped out of the
    lounge, it was strange to enter
    Caleb’s and not buy anything.

    They crossed the corridor into
    the car park and moved
    towards his car.

    Faruk saw it first. The envelope
    was stuck under the wiper of
    his BMW.

    “You see that Adam?”

    “Yeah, I do.” He lifted the wiper,
    picked the envelope, tore it
    open and brought out the note
    inside. He held the note against
    the light shining from the
    Lounge’s exterior.

    A word of advice Detective,
    Leave this alone, stick to your
    booze.
    You were a failure on your last
    job,
    You will fail in this also.
    You will not catch me, so don’t
    waste your time.

    “What does it say?” Faruk asked.

    Adam folded the note and put it
    in his pocket.

    “Well, it says ‘screw me’”

    To be contineud…

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    this z goin 2 b much fun than i tauqht

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    Nice starting…

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    interesting, contd. pls

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    Will u b able t liv up t d challenge? Waiting t find out!

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    :::DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET:::

    >>>EPISODE 3<<<

    Story by LORDJOSH
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    Adam sighed and mopped his
    brow as Candy left his office.

    Candy was a hooker, the eighth
    he had talked to that morning.

    Several others were waiting to
    be interrogated and if they were
    anything like the first eight, he
    was in for a great waste of time.

    He would have done all these
    the night before but after he
    found the note, he had gone
    home – after swearing Faruk to
    secrecy. He eventually fell asleep
    after midnight after a heavy
    intake of alcohol. Of course he
    had always had his problems
    but the note had given him
    extra reason for his alcohol
    indulgence. He had no plan to
    tell anybody about it. One thing
    was sure though, he was going
    to catch the sick bastard.

    “Send in the next one.” He said
    into the intercom.

    He looked up from the screen of
    his computer as the lady came
    in. She was beautiful and
    gorgeous, refined, even looked
    a little blue-blooded.

    “I can see you are impressed,
    surprised, a little intrigued.” She
    said with a beatific smile,
    revealing her sparkling teeth.

    “Hi.”

    “Hello.” He replied, with a shy
    smile. “Please sit down.”

    “There’s no need to be
    embarrassed, I get that reaction
    from people all the time, even
    some of my clients.” She said,
    crossing her legs. It did not
    make sense; surely she was not
    a hooker.

    “Alright, thanks for the
    comforting words, Miss…?”

    “Tara.”

    “Tara, okay. You’ve got to tell me
    though, how did you become a
    prostitute? I’ve talked to eight
    before you and none of them
    could say a full sentence in
    correct English. You don’t look
    like…”

    “A hooker? That’s because I’m
    not one, I’m an escort.”

    “An escort?”

    “I escort people to parties,
    business functions, lend my sexy
    presence. Of course, this also
    involves sleeping with them but
    that is not bad, is it?” She
    waited for him to respond, he
    did not. “I’m like every other girl,
    we all sleep with men, I sleep
    with men and make some
    money while doing it. You
    understand? Your girlfriend
    sleeps with you, doesn’t she?”

    Adam shifted in his chair, a little
    uneasy.

    “I understand you knew the
    victim, how well did you know
    her?”

    “Why did you change the
    subject so suddenly? Your
    girlfriend doesn’t sleep with
    you? Wait, should I have asked
    about your boyfriend?” She
    asked with mock disgust.

    “No Tara, I’m not gay.” She was
    really getting him uneasy. “Just
    answer my question, okay?”

    “Hmm, you don’t like to talk.

    Alright, so I knew her. Not very
    well though. She was new, been
    around for just a few months.

    She was really struggling, you
    know…”

    “Struggling? How do mean?”

    “She didn’t really have the assets
    for this business, you know
    what I mean? She was quiet,
    kept to herself most of the time.

    Well, until a couple of weeks ago
    when she got more cheerful,
    that’s when we started talking
    actually.”

    She started seeing the yet-to-be-
    known client a couple of weeks
    before she was murdered.

    “Do you know what caused the
    change?”

    “I don’t know, like I said earlier
    she didn’t talk much. I did notice
    some things though. She
    bought some expensive clothes,
    even came home – you see, we
    live in the same building- one
    day with a new pair of shoes,
    expensive shoes. I know,
    because I have them. She didn’t
    work every day, sometimes she
    would even turn down clients.

    My opinion, she came into some
    money.”

    “Okay. Do you know if she met
    someone, a rich client maybe?”

    “It’s quite possible, I never saw
    anybody pick her up though.

    I’ve heard a busy couple of
    weeks myself, you know with
    the management conference
    going on at Kwara Hotels.” She
    said with a wink.

    “I see. Got a last question for
    you.”

    “Is it my number? Of course I’ll
    give you, you’re a fine boy.” She
    said batting her eyelashes.

    “As tempting as that is, I have a
    different question.” He said with
    a chuckle. “Is there anybody
    who you think can do this? Any
    client who likes to play out
    murderous fantasies perhaps?”

    “Ooh Detective, you know I can’t
    break client-escort privilege.”

    She smiled, again batting her
    eyelashes. “What I can tell you is
    this; there are several people
    who like these fantasies you talk
    about, but most of them you
    can’t touch. None of them would
    have gone for Celestina, like I
    said earlier, she doesn’t really
    have the assets for this
    business.”

    “Thank you Miss Tara for your
    time. We might need to talk to
    you yet, we will be in touch.”

    “By we, do you mean you?

    Remember, you can use the CIB
    as an excuse to call me, my line
    is open to you always.” She said
    as she stood to leave.

    Adam bowed his head as she
    left his office, looking at her
    walk out would have broken all
    the resolve he had not to lust.

    Tola watched Adam walk out of
    his office, she knew something
    was up with him. They had not
    worked together for long but
    she knew him too well, well
    enough to know he was
    troubled by something he was
    not going to talk about. She had
    learnt what to do in such
    situations – don’t talk about it
    and he will talk at his own time.

    She needed him to solve the
    murder, it might get him
    interested in the job.

    “Why are you looking me like
    that?” Adam asked, standing in
    front of her. She had not
    realised she had been staring at
    him. “Are you doing one of your
    psychoanalysis of me?”

    “Am I? You tell me. How did it go
    with the hookers?”

    “Why ask me? You left me alone
    with those girls, what if one of
    them raped me?” He asked
    squeezing his face in mock
    indignation.

    “I would be there with my
    phone to record it all and sell it
    to your reporter girlfriend.” She
    answered laughing hard. “What
    did you learn? Do we have a
    suspect?”

    “Do we have a suspect? Yes,
    several suspects – we don’t have
    their names though due to
    client-escort privilege.”

    “Due to what?”

    “Do you believe that crap?

    Hookers have privilege now?

    Anyway, how did it go at the
    hotel?”

    “Well, I’ve got good news and
    bad news. The good news – the
    manager of the hotel left us the
    records, videos from their
    security cameras, everything we
    asked for.”

    “That’s good, if we can identify
    the person she visits, we have a
    solid suspect and I can get
    finally have some head way in
    this case.”

    “Remember I mentioned a bad
    news, right? The tapes, the
    records – they are all empty.

    Everything!”

    “What?!” Adam exclaimed. She
    had been shocked to find the
    tapes empty too. “Who could
    have done that? Who had access
    to them?”

    “Well, according to the
    receptionist, only the manager
    has that kind of access. Of
    course any other person could
    have sneaked into his office to
    erase them.”

    “What are you telling me
    Dosumu? We have no suspect?”

    He was not reacting well to the
    dashed hope of a quick
    resolution.

    “Well, the manager should still
    be a suspect, he had access to
    the tapes and the records.”

    “Maybe he was the one seeing
    the victim, I’ll call Tara, maybe
    she knows something about
    this.”

    “First excuse you have and
    you’re calling her already? She’s
    barely left your office.” Tola said
    with a laugh.

    Adam smiled and went into his
    office to get his phone. He came
    out with the phone, dialed the
    number and put it on speaker.

    “Hello Tara, this is Detective
    Ademola, I need to ask you a
    question.”

    “Detactive, I knew you wouldn’t
    stay away for long. The answer
    is still yes, and you don’t have to
    pay a dime.”

    “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind
    but I have a different question
    for you. Do you know the
    manager of Clear Springs Hotel?”

    “Of course, I do. Why?”

    “Is he one of the guys who love
    to experiment? Do you think he
    had anything to do with
    Celestina?”

    “Ooh, this is so cool, is he a
    suspect? Do you think I might
    end up as a witness?” She was
    having way too much fun.

    “Would you answer the
    question please” Tola said,
    cutting into the conversation.

    “That must be your fiesty
    deputy, alright I’ll answer your
    question. Did he experiment? I
    don’t know. I’ve never worked
    with him. I don’t know if he had
    anything to do with Celestina
    that way. But I remember he
    once came to see her but he
    didn’t meet her.”

    “That’s interesting, maybe he’s
    our unsub” Adam said, talking
    to Tola.

    “Your friend is still on the
    phone, remember?” The girl
    must be enjoying the attention
    she was getting.

    “So what are you going to do
    Detective? Are you going to turn
    the screws to him? How about
    you turn the screws to me
    instead?” Tara’s husky voice
    said over the phone.

    “That is just disgusting.” Tola
    said, taking the phone from
    Adam and disconnecting the
    call. “Forget the girl’s looks, she
    is as terrible as the other
    prostitutes.”

    “Tola, are you jealous?” Adam
    said with a wide grin. “You’re
    married, okay? You can’t have
    your cake and eat it.”

    “Let’s just go see the sleazebag”

    “You know this doesn’t look
    good for you right?” Ese asked
    the bewildered manager.

    “I said I didn’t erase the video.

    Why would I do that?” He stood
    from his chair and started
    pacing.

    She had gotten information that
    the CIB had gotten access to the
    tapes and had found nothing on
    them. The manager sounded
    genuinely confused when she
    had called to confirm as he was
    the only one who had access to
    the records, especially has they
    covered two weeks. She had
    taken advantage of his panic to
    get an interview with him. He
    obviously did not know he was
    being interviewed.

    “Why would you do that? So we
    won’t see you on tape with the
    victim.”

    “Even if you saw me on the tape
    with her, it doesn’t mean I had
    anything to do with the
    murder.”

    “Are you saying we would have
    seen you on that tape with her?

    You knew her personally?”

    “I didn’t know her personally.”

    He replied, wiping sweat off his
    brow.

    She was not sure what to make
    of the manager but she was
    sure he did not commit the
    murder. Well, except he was
    smart enough to put up this
    front. He was guilty of
    something though even if he
    was not the murderer. He could
    know who the murderer was.

    “Mr. Nicholas, did you ever meet
    the girl?”

    “Well…you know, I don’t think
    so.” He stopped pacing and sat
    on the edge of his table. He was
    lying.

    “Mr. Nicholas, it’s better you tell
    me the truth now before the
    police get here. They won’t
    listen to you patiently like I am.”

    “Well, I met her once. It was just
    for a few minutes.” He got up
    and started pacing again.

    “Mr. Nicholas, did you sleep with
    her?”

    “What? Listen, I did not kill that
    lady. I did not even know her
    name until I read it on the
    papers.”

    “You didn’t answer my question,
    did you sleep with her?”

    “Oh my God! I knew I would get
    in trouble the day that girl came
    to my room. It was only one
    time, and she came to my room
    herself, I didn’t even pay her.”

    The chair squeaked as he sat
    heavily on it. He held his head
    between his hands. “I promise
    you I did not kill her. Do you
    believe me?”

    She did believe him, but the
    police would not. He slept with
    the victim, he was in charge of
    the now erased evidence of
    whom she was meeting the
    night she was killed. He looked
    really good for the crime.

    “The police won’t believe you,
    and that’s all that matters. Do
    you know who she was
    supposed to be meeting before
    coming to your room?”

    “No, we did not do much
    talking. She was all over me
    before I knew what was
    happening.”

    “Alright then. One last question,
    where were you the night of the
    murder?”

    “I was at Kwara Hotel, for the
    management conference going
    on there. The director wanted
    me to hustle for customers.”

    “You have anybody who can
    prove that?”

    “Yeah, I went with the secretary.

    Some of the men I met that
    night are still here.”

    “Where can I find these…”

    A lady bust into th office, cutting
    her off.

    “Mr. Nicholas, the police are
    here.”

    “They are? What am i supposed
    to tell them?” He looked at Ese,
    eyes pleading.

    “Just tell them you have an alibi
    for the night.” She said picking
    her bag as she stood to leave.

    “If you are innocent, you have
    nothing to fear.”

    She left him in his office still
    looking dejected. He looked like
    a boy who had been caught in
    his first attempt at stealing. He
    was not the murderer but she
    had not ruled out the possibility
    that he knew who the killer was,
    maybe without even knowing
    he did.

    “What are you doing here?” A
    voice called from behind her as
    she entered the lobby, it was
    Adam.

    “Hello Detective. Hello Ma’am”
    She said, greeting him and his
    no nonsense assistant.

    “Ese, what are you doing here?”

    “I told you i would investigate
    this case on my own. You can
    go in and do your own thing, i
    won’t get in your way.”

    “I’m sure you won’t.” Adam
    replied and turned away.

    “Hey Detective, he didn’t do it.

    No easy end to this for you, i’m
    sorry.”

    “Who? I don’t know what you’re
    talking about. We would like to
    do our own investiagtion too.

    Thank you.”
    Ese smiled and left the building.

    ***

    He woke up with a start. His
    bedsheet was wet again, he had
    been sweating. He removed his
    soaked underwear and threw it
    on the floor. He had woken up
    sweating for the third
    consecutive night. He did not
    have any nightmares but he
    would wake up with a start
    covered in sweat.

    He rose up from the bed and
    walked out of his room. All the
    lights were off, the darkness
    suited him. He dragged his feet
    as he walked to the refrigerator.

    He knew why he could not
    sleep. Diana. She had taken over
    his mind. He could barely wait to
    get back into his house, back to
    her anytime he went out. She
    loved his sacrifice, but it was not
    perfect.

    He opened the refrigerator and
    brought out a bottle of water.

    He opened the cap and poured
    the water on his head. It felt
    good.

    He knew what he had to do.

    Diana deserved another
    sacrifice, a pure sacrifice and
    she would get it. Soon.

    To be contineud…

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    Nawa oooooo,dis evil man dnt hv name?

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