An Evening With Eva

Episode 7

Detective Ahmed Haruna woke
up startled. His phone had been
ringing nonstop. He felt his head
banging. He picked the call.

“Hello. What? When? How?” he
asked with a very croaky voice.

He listened for about two
minutes then replied,
“Oh my God!” He said sitting up
and continued, “Keep a
perimeter around the crime
scene. No one takes or touches
anything till I get there. You
understand? I will be there in
twenty minutes.” He hung up.

He took his wristwatch from the
bedside table and checked the
time. 6:37 am. He looked behind
him. Rita was fast asleep, covered
up under the duvet. They had
had a wild night, getting high on
weed and alomo bitters before
engaging in different s3x
positions. She came twice riding
him while he later turned her
and came into her from behind.

They slept off thereafter. She was
his tonic after a very hard day’s
job. They always met in her
house every Saturday night. She
looked so angelic. He did not
want to wake her but he had no
choice. He tapped her gently. She
stirred but did not wake. He
tapped her again, adding a little
more force this time around. She
turned, opening her eyes slowly.

“Hmmm…what is it honey?” Rita
asked.

“Do you have some aspirins in
the house?”
“Yes I do. In the Kitchen.”

Ahmed got up Unclad and went
into the kitchen to get the
aspirins. Rita began to get h0rny
under the sheets. The sight of
Ahmed’s perfect round as5 and
great body always drove her
crazy. He returned with the
aspirin and a glass of water. She
licked her lips at the sight of his
huge d1ck and his perfect abs.

Ahmed took the drugs and
accompanied it with water. He
sat on the edge of the bed, his
back to her, his muscles ripping.

She touched his skin. He did not
move. She continued, tracing her
hands to the side of his chest
and caressing his nippl3. He
turned to face her. Then he
kissed her on the lips. She
responded, moving close to him
and wrapping her arms around
his neck. He disengaged the kiss
and pecked her on the forehead.

He moved away from the bead
and got his briefs from the floor.

He wore them.

“What are you doing? Where are
you going?” Rita asked, a frown
appearing on her very pretty
face.

“Duty calls honey. I have to go.”

Ahmed replied. He was wearing
his jeans now.

“Should I make breakfast for
you?” She asked.

“I can’t tell. Looks like a serious
case. I will call you baby.”

He finished wearing his clothes
and gave Rita a light kiss on the
lips. He got his car keys and left
Rita’s house.

He got to Law School Bus Stop to
meet a small crowd of people
already at the scene. He made his
way through the curious crowd
shoving his ID card in their faces
as he screamed “Make way.

Excuse me, leave the road
please.” Even if he did not have
his ID card on him, his
intimidating stature and his
rough face was enough for any
sane person to leave the way. His
face was harsh and strong with
his forehead having permanent
wrinkles. His voice was throaty
and hoarse, his lips black from
marijuana smoking. He had very
broad shoulders with rippling
biceps. He stood at 6ft. 5inches
and always wore very tight black
shirts.

He bent and got into the yellow
tape area. The medics where
talking to a few pressmen and
some other officers where
huddling around the crime scene
looking for more evidence. There
was a body by the lagoon in
white cloth. He moved close to
the body and bent down. He
pulled away the white cloth.

The white, lifeless and decaying body
of Agent Mercy stared him in the
face. He removed his dark shades
and looked at the body closely.

He saw the gunshot wound. He
looked at her hair, her face. He
was looking at her arms when
he noticed something. All her
jewelry was not touched. All
except her wristwatch. He called
for a forensic agent.

“Get me a UV torch and some
gloves.” He commanded.

He took out two white gloves
from the pack handed to him
and collected the UV torch. He
put it on and scanned her wrists.

There were distinct finger prints
on her wrist where her wrist
watch has been.

“Where is Tunde!!!?” He
screamed at no one in particular.

Tunde came out of the police van
parked beside the ambulance
inside the crime scene. He had
been making a phone call.

“Let me call you back please.” He
hurriedly hung up.

“Good Morning sir. Seen anything
spooky?” Tunde said bending
beside Ahmed.

He ignored the greeting.

“Do you notice anything?”
Ahmed asked pointing the torch
at her wrist and using his finger
to show him what he meant.

“No sir.” Tunde said.

“Look harder, dumb head.”

Ahmed said angrily.

“Oh, I see them now. Finger
prints.” Tunde said animatedly.

“I want you to do this yourself.

Get me those prints by 12 noon.

Do not give this to your boys to
handle. This is a sensitive case. If
you do, I will find out and I will
have you controlling traffic by
Monday. Am I clear?” Ahmed
threatened.

“Crystral clear sir.”

Tunde waved at one of his boys
and they brought him a small
white plastic bag. He handed it to
Ahmed.

“This was found while the boys
were looking for evidence at the
bank of the lagoon. Seems like
the bullet that did the job.”

Tunde said.

Ahmed took the plastic bag,
opened it and put the bullet in
his palm, rolling it over.

“This bullet was fired from a .23
automatic pistol. Out of
circulation. Silenced. You can tell
from the charred edges. I will
keep this.” He said to Tunde,
putting the bullet back in the bag
and into his pocket and
continued, “Comb the entire
perimeter. Let me know when
you find anything.” He finished,
getting up and pulling off the
gloves.

He walked away from the scene,
got into his car and dialed a
number adding *4567# behind
it. It was a secure line. Only he
and 3 other agents could call the
line. It was the direct line for the
Head of Intelligence Operations.

“Ma, it was Agent Mercy. She had
been compromised. I have some
leads. Give me 8 hours ma. Thank
you.”

He hung up.