Darkness covered the room except for a little light that was seeping through the crack at the back of the room. On the floor Gyan was lying unconscious on the floor. He had been in this state for almost an hour or so.
Bottles of strong italian rum were sprawled everywhere beside him. Anybody that could look into this room could tell that he wasn't alone when all this happened. He had hosted a house party for his fellow leaving students. They were all going to leave the school premises before coming back for graduation.
His uncle Mr Isoe had sent him enough money to throw a bigger party than this but due to the regulations of the mission school he had to lower himself and drink with his friends indoors.
The room was stuffy, he coughed before raising his head. Looking around he noticed the party had come to an end and that he had been over drunk and lost consciousness. Where was Annabel? Why didn't she help him into his bedroom?Why did she behave like she didn't know the house? She wasn't new here. She had been living in this house for years first as a new comer before moving out into her own.
Her past was unknown as they had met as strangers in this mission school and she had never even tried to mention her past to him. Nobody ever understood why she never went back home for holidays or family events. She seemed to have fallen from heaven into the school compound.
Gyan rose to his feet staggering a bit and started clearing his mess. Most of the bottles were either broken or unusable as they had been used for the wrong purpose. The cocktail was stronger than they expected and they did not expect a saint like miss Annabel could mix such a superb concoction. She had mixed rum with brandy and energy drink before heating the mixture and adding the famous Guinness stout.
The ladies at the house party had enjoyed the cocktail and even added rolled leaves of the prohibited weed (marijuana). The boys had come to the event already tipsy. They had just come to fish women to quench their endless thirst for copulation.
What made Annabel leave? Smiling he walked into his bedroom and then he saw something unusual. "His favourite painting was missing." He had acquired this precious property from a great painter and later had it signed by Wole Soyinka.
Now he was alert. All the tipsiness was gone. He looked even more close to notice his vinyl disc player was missing. Behind the player was a secret safe where he kept several private documents including land titles whose owners were either killed or crippled and silenced.
All this was now missing. Had he known the intruder, he could have just made a phone call and the matter could have been solved but hey! This was a puzzle. He suspected Annabel but then she had never in her life ever known that he had a hidden safe in the room. She wasn't hardcore even though her past was hidden.
His brow and nose started sweating profusely when he saw a note left on the bed. He picked it up and walked back to the sitting room to meditate and read the note as it wasn't the normal small notes you leave inside the fridge on your wife's birthday. Who might be this brave enough to rob him of his lifelong secret and still leave a message.
"Gyan friends turn into biggest enemies, you have ever turned against me in half of our deals, Am sure you know me. I have no need to hide from you because as by now I have enough evidence to tint your name and even put you behind bars. I know you are an expert and might even bribe the boys to get free but I won't let you live either. You remember the way you brutally killed innocent people's parents? Am one of those ugly low life people. Your best friend is here with me and might even lose her life too if she doesn't co operate with me. Your friend turned enemy
No ransom can save you from my wrath brother.
Keep waiting and take care as I will still hit back at you anytime."Why did someone claim he was a friend and still turn up against him. Who might be this friend. He had killed all his mission friends who dared discover his real identity so who was this? Guaranteed that, that was the last damage done in his house he walked into the bath tub and jumped into the basin without undressing. He needed to cool off. Surely it had been a day and due to his untamed desire for 'One beer for the road' he had been hit.
One hour later the phone in the bedroom rang. He picked it up trying to figure out who the caller was but... "Hey Gyan! Let us meet tonight at my favourite spot we need to talk" it was Mr Isoe. How on earth could his guardian want to see him at night when his life had been threatened? Or was he linked to the incident or was there anything he knew?
He dressed up and walked out into the compound full of happy leaving students others were pushing their bags while others were walking holding hands with their mission soulmates who Gyan knew were taking each other nowhere after missionary service.
He stood at the bus stop for a few minutes before choosing to take a motorbike as this was a bit safe as he could easily see intruders and any dangers that could be following him as compared to boarding a bus. He had been in this killing business before and he knew that trailing a subject was always necessary and that the killers wouldn't rest until they had put his proud self down. He arrived at the venue bit confused as Mr Isoe's adopted daughter who was a detective like her father was sitting next to the counter and beside him was Mr Isoe...........
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Spy
General FictionNobody knows why Annabel left home. No description given to the New York police seems to befit her, not even her recent photographs. She had gone off to work,never to return