ESCAPE

Chapter 5 B

Time sure flew when you had a lot on your mind.

In a matter of what I thought to be minutes, it was daybreak and the morning activities had begun. Father had left the house to pick up uncle Gilbert from the park and Wole had gone out for his "seminay activities" whatever those were. So I was alone in the house.

Soon the detective came around. He had a striped shirt on this time, which he tucked in a pair of black trousers with suspenders to hold it in place. Who still wears those? He had a clean shave this time but his moustache was still there.

'Good morning Mr Charles.' I greeted him.

'Good morning Alex, how are you?'

'Fine. Father's not in, no ones in.'

'Aaaah, even better, this way we can talk alone.'

He took a seat on the couch with his hands on his laps. He then brought out a pen from his breast pocket and a little jotter from his left pocket. He then asked me to narrate everything that happened on the night of the incident. I told him the whole story as best I remembered. As I talked I watched him put on a serious face, his forehead folded up in lines. You could tell he was giving meticulous attention to my words. He continued to jot down as I spoke.

He sighed. 'You really have been through a lot. I'm sorry.'

I nodded.

Then followed the wave of questions.

'Do you know anyone who would want to harm your family?'

'No sir, I don't.' I replied.

'So you are certain there were three men?'

'Yes.'

'And you heard two of their names.'

'Yes sir.'

'Repeat the names again please. For clarity.'

'Chima sir, Chima and Mike.'

'Good.' He said. 'Now from your story, it's obvious that you are now a target for these assassins.'

'Aaaaah sir, no no no, I don't want to die,' I cried. 'I'm too young to---'

'Relax.' he said. 'No I didn't say you are going to die, I'm saying that since you're the only one who actually knows the facial identity of these men, it's likely that you're in their cross-hairs, because these people will do anything to protect their identity.'

'So what do I do sir?'

'First I must commend you for coming here. That was very wise of you. Then I'll ask you to stay indoors for now. When Father arrives with your uncle we will decide the rest.'

'Hmmm.' I sighed.

'I also have another news.'

'What is it sir?'

'We looked through the documents recovered from your home and in it we discovered your father's Will and a letter addressed to you and your mother.'

'A letter? And why would he write down a Will at such a young age?'

'Yes. A letter. And we don't know why he wrote the will.'

'What's in the letter?'

'We don't know that, since it was directed to you, we want you to open it.'

'Can I see it?

'You will. When I return tomorrow.'
'Ok sir. Thank you.' I said with a smile.

I blinked rapidly with excitement. I was dying to read this letter. The very thought of what my father had written in there burned through my mind.