RIGHT ON TIME

chapter 32

POLICE STATE COMMAND, MOSCOW ROAD, PORT HARCOURT, RIVERS STATE. 

Wednesday came too quickly for the Rivers State commissioner.

Today made it exactly two weeks since he received the mysterious call on his personal mobile number and the armed robbery attack that followed a week later at the estate. 

The events were moving too rapidly for him. His mind was reeling and he'd barely had time to process anything before being plunged into another call with the mysterious person against his own will.

The Rivers State police commissioner was currently in his office, and just as promised, the mysterious caller was on the phone with him. 

"You still haven't told me anything reasonable about the people, or should I say your colleagues? That's right, your colleagues that died. You categorically told me that two armed robbers would die and the rest would escape." The commissioner was pacing back and forth in his spacious office, speaking at the top of his husky voice, but he didn't care.

"Everything went as you predicted. The only thing I can figure out here is that you definitely have a hand in all this and I'm no more playing hide and seek with you." 

Abubakar was finally having it out with the unknown caller, and he wasn't planning to let go. Just like the first time, the commissioner had been on call with this unknown person for over four minutes, yet, the person wasn't saying anything reasonable. When Abubakar discovered that his brain was being manipulated, he became furious. 

Savior had been calmly listening as the commissioner made his case. Even though the man was yelling at the top of his lungs, Savior wasn't the least bit afraid.

This ongoing call was long-awaited. As a bride faithfully awaited her bridegroom, he knew that it was how the commissioner had been anticipating his call. Heck, by now, the commissioner probably has his best tech guys on this call, trying to track it. 

Now that he was finally on the phone with the commissioner, they'd been going back and forth for over the last four minutes about the operation that took place last week. 

"The bullets that were discovered from the gunshot wounds were not from our own machine guns. I've also seen the bodies of the dead men. They were obviously shot and killed from the front and at close range while my men were pursuing from the back. That was the mistake you made, killing them the way you did, and it has no doubt exposed you." 

But, that was where he got it wrong. It was no mistake. Savior had intentionally made it so. Before carrying out the operation, he'd meticulously laid out his plans. There was no way something as little as that could have slipped off his attention. 

"Apart from the bullets and the gunshot wounds that you claim is from my gun, which other evidence do you have to prove that I was responsible for the deaths of the two armed robbers?" the boy asked calmly. 

Abubakar was taken aback by the calmness in the caller's voice, but he would not be perturbed. He would not be shaken from his resolve. 

"Oh, come on, your fingerprint is obviously all over this thing. Stop denying it! What I'm yet to understand is why you turned on your own people. There must definitely be something in it for you." 

"Oga commissioner, you still haven't answered my question. Instead, what you've been trying to do for the past two minutes is to coerce me into admitting something you have no proof of. I should think you are more brilliant than that." 

"You need what? My answer? Oh, that is quite simple. You called me prior to the operation and gave me a carefully laid out plan. You asked me to follow it. You told me that if I did anything contrary to my given instruction, my men would suffer for it. You specifically told me on record that they would return in body bags. So, the game is over, my friend, it's time for you to give up."