Under normal circumstances, suspects who are kept in police custody over the night are kept in a police cell but it was going to be easy to convince Inspector Tyson to let him sleep in the investigation room instead. He didn’t even have to convince the inspector for that to happen. He could decide on his own.“How about Khartoum, Palacios, and Torstein eh? They are the real culprits here. I should be the one most concerned about ensuring that they get the hard end of justice served on them but you haven’t even told me anything about them,” Alan protested.Officer Vincent waved his hand in the air with a perceived disgust. “Mr. Greyson, you are once again trying to be Lord over your own matter. It doesn’t work that way. You need to understand that things run in a different terrain here.”Officer Andreas’ posture was closed off, his body language indicating a refusal to be drawing into any of Alan’s requests or pleadings anymore. “I think we are going to see you at another time.”“In th
“I really don’t know Sir. Is this about the testimony? Have I done something wrong? I just thought that it might be unfair and ungrateful if I played a blind eye to Alan saving us at the gym center.”Officer Andreas’ patience was frayed, his nostrils flared as his anger rose like a tide. “Get me the statement now!”Willock’s hands shook as he dipped his hand into his pocket before offering the paper, his fingers quivering with the weight of dread. “You are so dull after all,” Officer Andreas spoke. “You really wrote the testimony before coming here, haha. Is that how you think it’s done.”Officer Andreas received the paper and with a burst of dread, he dipped the paper into his mouth and started chewing it, each bite transferring a wave of tension through Willock’s spine.Willock’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he didn’t know what to say anymore. He just hoped that he would escape the horror that he was experiencing. He regretted not listening to the still small voice that wa
Willock shrieked, the question throwing him into a chaotic rush of fear.“Sir, it’s just my phone. Please don’t take that away from me as well. I beg you, don’t take this one from me. I wouldn’t have come here anyways if I had known that this would happen,” Willock pleaded, his words tumbling over each other in fear as his blood rushed quickly with a rush of terror.Officer Andreas’ face was impassive, his expression revealing no emotions as he maintained a rigid posture. He stretched his hands out expecting that Willock was going to understand what he was saying.“Sir, I beg you. This is what I intended to use to navigate my way back to the land. I am not even sure that there would be an internet connection. I just want to use it to navigate my way, that’s all. I have no intention of snitching on you.”“This would be the last time I ask you to do the needful,” Officer Andreas warned.Willock’s eyes grew large with a deadly pool of sadness as his shoulders hunched with a droop of desp
Alan’s attention was a spotlight as he grabbed the conversation that they were having and downloaded it to himself. What blood was the boy talking about? Why was he saying that he still wanted to live many years? He must have believed that the other man who is assumed to be his father wanted to kill him.He had to be his father. Yes! He called him ‘dad’ so he had to be his biological father. Alan didn’t want to believe that what he was hearing was the truth about what was going on.It was a horror experience. Why would a young boy feel so danger from his dad?Alan propelled his senses into observing a bit more of the situation that was going on again and he could see that the boy’s body was seized as if he was shocked with electricity. His limbs were shaking and responding to the tide of fear that was flowing through him.Alan was scared for the young boy and feared that he was being molested. Alan’s head dipped slightly as his ears angled toward the conversation.“But, Dad. I though
“Oh, alright then,” Alan responded with a calm smile on his face. “I was just checking in to make sure that everything is okay.”It was obvious that he didn’t want anyone to know about the conversation that he was having with his son but that was more than enough confirmation for Alan that the boy needed saving.He had a flurry of desperate thoughts run through his mind as he wondered by the man claimed to be his father and yet was so harsh to the young boy.Alan was going to a meeting with a few of his staff but it was difficult for him to not see how it was going to end. He wanted to know what was going to become of the boy and what his father was really going to do to him. The boy seemed to be in danger and who knows if he was his guardian angel at least for that day.A few minutes later, the train groaned to a halt and exhaled a breath of steam, its brakes screeching against the metallic rails.The whistle then blew, a blast of sound that signaled that the passengers could now ali
The boy’s countenance was tinged with effort as he struggled to break free from the man’s deadly grip. His teeth were clenched against the pain of the man’s grip but it was a futile effort as it seemed to be like a situation of a lamb being brought to its slaughter.The man soon succeeded in shoving his son into the mud house as he closed the door behind him.Shit! Now Alan couldn’t see what was going on inside. How was he going to save the boy if he didn’t know what was going on?Alan was a specter of danger as every motion of his was controlled and measured as he crept toward the mud house like a cat amidst the trench.He was just going to wait until he heard a scream. He knew that the boy was going to scream if he found himself in danger. He prepared himself for that moment as he agreed within himself to burst into the mud house if he heard something.Suddenly, there was a huge chaos as the boy burst out of the mud house like a startled animal, his eyes wide with terror and his fee
Alan was still reeling from the effect that the dream had on him. His eyes were heavy with the weight of frustration as an explosion of an entrance jolted him into attention.Alan adjusted his gaze towards the figure that burst into him late at night. He wasn’t an officer or at least he didn’t look like one. Alan had his mind swirling with thoughts as to who the man was.He was tall and wearing a uniform but not like the uniforms that the cops wore. It was more like the uniforms that porters or custodians usually wore. His eyes were shiny in the midst of the darkness and he looked as alert as ever. He was holding two cups in his hands which he assumed to be cups of coffee because of the aroma that he was perceiving.The man took his place in the seat opposite where Alan was and fixed his gaze onto Alan who waited patiently to hear what he was going to say. He would have yelled with aggression again if it was Officer Andreas or Vincent who entered the room but he thought to himself -
Alan’s expression was a frozen mask and a rigid facade that hid the surprise that coursed through his veins. He knew that he had to drink the cup immediately so that whoever it was that was watching them wouldn’t suspect that he had read something that alerted him of the danger. His guts had to be correct that it was Officer Andreas. He had revealed his motive for the hatred that he had towards him and Alan knew that it was only a matter of time before he tried to do something really dangerous to him or even try to kill him.Alan’s lips were a feigned sip as he engaged himself in a rehearsed gesture that was enough to deceive the eye into believing that he was sipping the coffee when in fact, the cup was still filled with the content that it had.Officer Andreas drank from his own cup of coffee but knowing that his cup wasn’t poisoned, he gulped the content down his throat.As Alan’s lips were connected to the cup, he was plotting ways in his head through which he was going to pour