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Demons on church street – Season 1 – Episode 3

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“We didn’t mean any disrespect
to you or your church.” Tola
stepped in. “We are still trying to
figure out why the body was left
here. It doesn’t look random, it
feels like your church was
chosen.”

“Our church was chosen as a
dumping site for a killer? That
should cheer me up.” The pastor
stood up. “I wish you all the
best with your investigation.”

The pastor had ended the
interview, Adam was glad to be
out of the pastor’s house. There
were two sets of people he did
not like dealing with; Pastors
and judges. They always made
him remember all the wrong he
had ever done.

“We are done here, right Tola?”
He could not wait to be home.

“We are done here but don’t
you even think of going home.”
She could read him better than
she could read the alphabets.

“We are talking to the hookers
today. You realize the chief
would want daily updates…well
until this thing dies down and
everybody forgets.”

“Can’t we do that tomorrow?

You realize I’m still hung over,
my head still aches and I could
really use some sleep. You know
what, I have an idea. How about
we go home and we go
interview them later tonight?

That’s a good idea, huh?” Adam
looked at her, eyes pleading.

“Ademola, you know I cannot
come tonight. I’m married,
remember?”
“Oh, that’s true, you are married.

I had totally forgotten, when did
you get married by the way…

wait, how old are you?” He
asked laughing.

“You know what Ademola, I
don’t care what you do, you’re
the boss, and it is your
reputation on the line, not mine.

Just take me back to the office
and you can do whatever you
want.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Wait, one more thing, don’t get
drunk tonight.”

“That’s not a problem, I’m not
touching alcohol till this case is
over.”

The tequila felt good as it slid
down his throat. He popped off
his shoes, and relaxed on his
sofa, glass in hand. He was a
slave to alcohol and he hated
himself for it, but most days the
bottle was his only companion.

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He had made terrible decisions
in the past, decisions that had
led to the loss of a life, the loss
of his totally cool job as personal
aide to the governor and landed
him the important job as
director of the CIB. He hated the
job, many would kill to have it
but it represented a punishment
to him. It was a promotion
technically but it came as a
result of making a mistake. He
had considered resigning, but it
would be admitting to himself
and the world that he was a
failure. Plus he could really use
the money.

Adam stood up from the sofa
and placed the cup on the table
beside the bottle of tequila and
moved away from it, what he
needed was sleep, not a pity
party.

He was about climbing back into
the sofa when his phone rang, it
was Kelvin Little.

“Kelvin Little!” It was not his real
name. His name was Faruk but
he did look a lot like Kelvin Hart,
if he was bald and was even
smaller in stature. Somebody
had called him Kelvin Little and it
had stuck.

“Adam, how far? We have not
met in a long time, will you
come to Caleb’s?” Faruk was one
of the people he needed to stay
clear of, he fed his alcohol
addiction but he was a true
friend.

“Faruk, I don’t think I wanna
drink tonight. I’m tired plus I
have to work later, you heard
about the murder, right?”
“Everybody heard about the
murder, just come, we won’t
drink. I’m waiting.” And he
ended the call.

Faruk had not even given him
the chance to say no. It was
probably a bad idea but
hanging out with Faruk was
one of the few pleasures he still
enjoyed. He was an ex-soldier,
which was difficult to believe
because of his height, he had
fallen on bad times since he was
infamously let go for reasons he
refused to discuss. He knew a
lot and talked a lot, he did not
make sense most of the time
but when he talked, you had to
listen.

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Adam moved to room, threw on
a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and
grabbed his car keys on his way
out.

His mind went to the murder he
was investigating as he eased
his car unto the road. Ritual
killings were not strange or far-
fetched, but this particular one
made the air on his neck stand.

It was pure evil. And there was
the case of the removed liver.

Why would a killer remove the
liver of his victim? Was he an evil
man who fed on human livers
or a ritualist who needed a
human liver for his money
rituals? Then there was the
issue of dumping the body in
front of a church.

He shook his head, he was not
going to let the case get to him.

It would blow over and they
could all return to their normal
lives.

He slowed the car to a stop as
he eased into Caleb’s, it was an
exclusive lounge and bar where
he met with Faruk. Faruk was
already waiting outside.

“I can’t believe these people
won’t let me in after all these
months of coming here with
you.” He said as they shook
hands.

“Remember, you need one of
this.” Adam said, showing him
his membership card. “It’s
exclusive for a reason.”

“What are you trying to say
man? I’m not good enough? Is it
because I’m short? Look here, I
have fought for this country,
what’s greater than that?”

Adam laughed as he showed
the guard his card and they
were ushered in.

“What do you do here when you
don’t drink, Faruk?” He asked as
they settled into a corner where
they could observe without
being noticed.

“You look at rich people and the
fortunate girls who will be
getting their money tonight! If I
was a girl, I could really do some
damage.” He threw his head
back, laughing hard at his own
joke.

“You think I…hold on, I think I
have a call.” He dug into his
pockets and brought out his
phone, he had a call, it was Tola.

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“Hello Madam”
“Ademola, how are…wait, are
you in a club? Adam!”
“No, I’m not in a club. Well, you
could say…forget it. Why did you
call me?”
“Why did I call? You remember
the case? You said you were
going to speak to the victim’s
co-workers tonight.”

“Yes I still plan to. The time is
just…”He lifted his arm to look at
his watch.”…oh my God, it’s
almost seven. Don’t bother with
the lecture, I’m going there now
and thank God I have help.” He
terminated the call before she
could add any reprimands.

Faruk had always wanted to
solve a big case. He had seen
enough TV shows to know how,
in his opinion, he was going to
get his chance.

“Faruk, I’ve got something
better than watching these fake
people. How about we go do
some investigation?”
“Are you talking about the ritual
killing? Are you kidding me?” He
asked, jumping up from the
sofa. “Let’s go baby!”
“Who is your baby?” Adam
asked chuckling.
The guard at the door eyed
them as they stepped out of the
lounge, it was strange to enter
Caleb’s and not buy anything.

They crossed the corridor into
the car park and moved
towards his car.
Faruk saw it first. The envelope
was stuck under the wiper of
his BMW.
“You see that Adam?”
“Yeah, I do.” He lifted the wiper,
picked the envelope, tore it
open and brought out the note
inside. He held the note against
the light shining from the
Lounge’s exterior.
A word of advice Detective,
Leave this alone, stick to your
booze.
You were a failure on your last
job,
You will fail in this also.
You will not catch me, so don’t
waste your time.
“What does it say?” Faruk asked.
Adam folded the note and put it
in his pocket.
“Well, it says ‘screw me’”

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