There was iniquity in his prescient; Detective Wallace perceived as he studied the two hundred page folder on Joshua Abubakar. Wallace privately ordered it by Nigerian law enforcement. The case wasn't so interesting- matter of fact he threw a silent fit when it was assigned to him. Until he noticed there were major gaps in the documents American police enforcement had on Abubakar. Pages were missing along with photos. Things were written yet no evidence backed it up.
Detective Wallace spent hours through the nights scratching his scruff in frustration.
Maybe because he was a rookie, they threw him anything to keep busy.
Then he dug deeper and found the missing photos. Shock rocked him when he saw his lieutenant and Joshua Abubakar smiling in pictures together. They shook hands in another like they just closed a deal. They were in tailor made suits and a fat cigar hung from the mouth of the head district lieutenant.
Wallace looked up and stared at his boss from across the room behind a clear glass that secluded off his office. Confusion settled in. He wondered why the man who assigned him to investigate Joshua Abubakar, also seemed to be good friends with.
They were mocking Wallace- his skills must have been puny in their eyes so they threw him what they knew was confusing. It pissed Wallace off. That made him dig deeper, and he found the woman Abubakar was associated with. A gorgeous ebony stripper downtown. She seemed to be part of the few who ruled the nightlife.
She didnt know shit but she took him to a private booth and preceded to give him top, which took him for a loop. It was the first time he never had to ask for it. She finished and proclaimed it was because he was cute.
When he came to a stump, he went to the man himself.
"Joshua Abubakar" He caught him in the most causal circumstances, pumping gas at a racetrack.
The toned rugged man looked up. He had dark, eerie eyes and the black facial hair against his sepia skin didn't help the threatening appearance.
"Detective Mathews or Wallace?" The man smirked as he placed the pump on its rightful holder. He reached in his car and poured hand sanitizer on his palm.
"Wallace" He answered watching as he rubbed the sanitizer into his hands like lotion. "I want to know what your affiliation is with lieutenant Davenport"
"Your boss?" Joshua raised a brow taking steps closer to the man an inch or two shorter then him.
"Do you work with him?"
"I work with alot of people"
"So you're admitting there is an understanding between the two of you?"
"Like what?" Josh questioned leaning against the side of his vehicle and folded his arms on his chest.
"Look man" The detective began after pinching the bridge of his nose. "I want to know why I was assigned to this investigation if they know exactly what you are doing in this country?"
"You're new to the police force?" Joshua asked with raised brows. Though he already knew the answer, he wanted the man's confirmation. He nodded himself when he got a nod in response.
"Six months"
"Lets just say Harland Davenport told you to investigate me, but he told me about you. Most people have a bad side to them, you are one of the only placed in power who doesn't"
Wallace frowned with his hands in his pockets as he stared at Joshua. He was an honest man who acted as if he had nothing to lose. Wallace knew he misread it- the man just had who he needed in the palms of his hands. His position was solidified and who he worked for- worked for a power at elite status.
