Daddy's little Secret

part ONE

Dara Williams.

"You said his call was on speaker. So what did the person's voice sound like?"

I don't know and I don't remember but my heart aches to go home. I'm not sure, but this interrogation may have lasted for over an hour now. I don't recall most of it, most of the questions this officer has asked me over and over. I just want to leave, I want to go home. So I lie.

"Dark, deep and powerful." Those are my short and precisely false answers. "Can I go now?"
The man looks at me, across the dusty metal table, unsure of my reply.

"Miss Williams, are you sure?" His left eyebrow goes up.

I'm not sure of anything. "Yes I am. Now can I please leave this place!"

He taps his fingers on the table repeatedly, staring me in the eye, silently daring me to piss him off. Right now, I couldn't care less.

"You had better let me go now, Mr. Olopa. You have no right to keep me here this long, all in the name of interrogation. Mo fe lo'le mi." I make sure I disrespectfully eye him from his flat head to his irritating chin.

He clucks his tongue and beckons to an officer in the corner. "Escort Miss Williams out of the premises, make sure she signs the needful."

To me he says, "That would be all, Miss. Have a safe journey home." His expression relaying the opposite, like he'd rather I died on my way home.

I say nothing, grab my handbag from the table and make sure to deliberately drag the chair I'd been sitting on before standing.

"Bye bye sir. I hope your investigation ends well." The sarcasm, well evident in my tone.

Outside, in the compound of the Police Station, I march angrily to my car. I am still annoyed by the amount of time the detective had used to probe me with stupid questions. I search my handbag for my keys and unlock the door to my car. "Mtchew," I hiss. "Awon oniranu, don't even know how to do their jobs."

I start my car and drive out of the Station. On the highway, I quickly dial Tolu's number. I am desperate to vent to someone I know would listen to me. She doesn't answer my first call so I dial her number again till she picks up on the third ring.

"Ah Tolu, if you know what happened to me today ehn. You wouldn't believe I just left that Police Station since morning. And that officer, oloshi yen, just asking me stupid questions and wasting my time. O ku die, mi o ba sepe fun." I don't even let Tolu say hello.

Silence meets my ranting. "Hello? Tolu? Can't you hear me?" I say into my phone while trying to focus my attention on the road, with a hand on the steering wheel. "Hello? Ah, o ma ga o."

Just as I'm about to give up on the call, I get a reply but it's not Tolu. "Sorry you had a rough day. Tolu is sleeping and you're next."

Confusion raids my mind. "Eh eh, kilo n sele o? Who is this?"

The call ends. I try to slow my car so I can park and panic in safety. A tanker appears from literally nowhere.

My car explodes and I die.