Must Read: Demons on church street - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Must Read: Demons on church street - Season 1 - Episode 4

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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 b-----d.
“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.