I stupidly fell for a serial killer

CHAPTER 5

It is just after 5 am. Some people are still sleeping, some are getting ready for school and work, some are already on their way there, some are already on their way back and here we were, 3 houses away from a serial killer. His house is a 4 room one without a fence. Getting in undetected would be so easy. The house has no burglar gates. For a rich criminal, he is sure being discrete. Rudd goes to the kitchen door, Sithebe goes to stand just opposite the bathroom window. It’s the only big enough for anyone to escape with. Zondo and I go to the front door.

There seems to not be any activity going on in the house. The lights are off. Something is not right, but I guess it’s just paranoia. I don’t like knocking, so I just kick the door open. A gunshot is fired as soon as I step inside the house, I have been shot, and that was quick. I fall to the floor because I am taken by surprise by this action. The bullet is stuck just below my elbow. His aiming skills are whack. Zondo is quick to disarm Siyathokoza because he just shoots the hand in which he is holding the gun in. he groans and falls on his knees to the floor. Zondo quickly kick Siyathokoza’s gun away from him. He take his handcuffs and cuffs him.

Zondo: “Siyathokoza Mthombeni you are under arrest for the murder of Nelisiwe Magutshwa, Sibabalwa Dladla, Makabongwe Mnguni and Avela Shongwe. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one the state will provide for you.”

Rudd and Sithebe make their way in. Rudd helps me stand up and when he sees that I am bleeding he checks to see where I was shot. He takes the car keys from my pocket and hand it to Sithebe.

Rudd: “bring the car around.” He nods and rushes out. “You are going to be fine.” He takes off his belt. “Let me apply pressure into your wound so that you won’t lose too much blood.” I nod and he does what he said.
Siyathokoza: “so you are the big shot detective?” he says with a smirk on his face.

Me: “shut up. You were also shot. If I were you I’d save my energy.” Sithebe hoots indicating he is outside. We all head out with Rudd helping me walk and Zondo pushing Siyathokoza out. My phone rings and I take it out.
Me: “captain.”

Captain: “they are already waiting for you at the police station. I have communicated everything with them. A chopper will also be there shortly after you arrive. It will take you straight here. No one is injured right?”
Me: “he shot me on the arm and Zondo also shot him in his hand to disarm him.” he curses under his breath.

Captain: “let me just call them at the police station to prepare urgent medical attention.”
Me: “sure captain.” I hang up. “Rudd drive to Botshabelo Police Station.”
Rudd: “roger that.”

We get to the police station and as soon as we make our way in, chaos erupts. Medics come and check if I am okay. I ask them to remove the bullet because it’s not that deep. They start the process of removing it. A tall muscular woman comes to us. Zondo is still holding Siyathokoza. He has covered his wound with a cloth. She stops in front of me.

Her: “Detective Shabangu, I am Captain Walaza. It’s an honor to meet you.” I just nod and she continues greeting my colleagues.

The medics finish stitching me up and they take care of Siyathokoza’s wound. Minutes later the chopper arrive. The guys take our bags inside. I leave Meme’s car keys to the captain. I call her and tell her where she is going to find her car. We get in the chopper and off we go to Greyville. We arrive there after a few hours and constables take Siyathokoza to the holding cells. I take my bag and Nkosi offers to drive me home. We get inside her car and drive out of the police station.

Nkosi: “I guess you have just earned yourself a few days off.” I chuckle.
Me: “I am supposed to take a leave in 2 months. If they give me days off for this injury, they shouldn’t touch my leave.” She laughs.
Nkosi: “I will bring your dinner tonight.”

Me: “honey please don’t pity me. I have a date.” Her eyes pop and she nearly loses control of the steering wheel.
Nkosi: “with who? Black has to hear this.” I just laugh at her.
Me: “I am thinking of dating again. I will start with the sexy doctor and if things don’t work out, I will move on. But I won’t stop until I get a good guy who is ready to settle down.”
Nkosi: “hell is mourning the loss of their number 1 hoe.” I burst out laughing and she also laughs.

She drops me off at my house and I get inside. I throw my bag in my bed and take a warm shower, being cautious about my wound. I finish showering, dry myself and wrap the towel around my body. I head to the bedroom and find my phone ringing. I answer it.

Me: “Shabangu hello.”
Nkonzo: “detective how are you?”
Me: “oww it’s you. I am fine doctor, how are you?”
Nkonzo: “I am also fine. Are you on your way to pick me up?” I clear my throat.
Me: “about that…”
Nkonzo: “I should’ve known it was too good to be true.”
Me: “Nkonzo wait. Let me explain. I was shot so I am not in the mood to go out. How about you come to my house and maybe you can cook for me?” he breathes out loud.

Nkonzo: “fine.”
Me: “you thought I was going to ditch you?”
Nkonzo: “you always have excuses when I ask you out.”
Me: “but this time around I am the one who asked you out. That is why I am trying to make it up to you.”
Nkonzo: “okay. What should I bring?”
Me: “your cooking skills and your dick.” He laughs out loud.
Nkonzo: “are you sure you are not a sex addict?”
Me: “if I am, then I am only addicted to big and satisfying dicks like yours Doctor Nkonzo.” He chuckles.
Nkonzo: “see you soon Nceba.”
Me: “sure.” I hang up.

What’s good about him coming over is that I don’t have to dress up. I dress up my wound and then wear a short sleeved white shirt and brown sweatpants. I wear my slippers then take my phone and head downstairs. My arm is not that painful but I should take it easy because should I put pressure on it, it will not heal quickly. I make myself a cup of tea and sit on the barstool drinking it. My phone rings again, it’s papa who is calling this time around. I answer it.

Me: “papa.”
Papa: “are you okay Nzeke? I heard you got shot.”
Me: “I am fine papa. It’s just a flesh wound. Nothing to worry about.”
Papa: “you know I always worry about you, even if you break a nail.” I chuckle.
Me: “I know papa. Please don’t tell my parents. You know how worried they get.”
Nana: “but they deserve to know.”
Me: “nana the injury is not that bad. Please. You know how your son is like.”
Nana: “come visit us this weekend and I won’t tell them.” I laugh.
Me: “are you seriously black mailing me nana?”
Nana: “it’s called negotiating young blood.”
Me: “I don’t even know if they have given me days off. I will find out tomorrow.”
Nana: “okay baby.”
Papa: “why did you hijack my call?” I laugh.
Nana: “whatever dude.” I laugh more and just hang up because I know they won’t stop once they start.
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