Chapter nine

Epic 9

“I want to sleep”. I whispered immediately as Mr. Ken tried to stop the car. After looking at me he continued driving and when we reached home, he washed me and changed my clothes to my pajamas. It wasn't even up to five seconds after our morning prayer, as early as 5:30 am he received a call that there was evidence of blood had been seen.

As soon as I heard the words "evidence of blood," I knew something bad had happened. I could see the worry in Mr. Ken's eyes, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something terrible must have happened overnight, and I had a feeling that it was connected to Aunty Lucy. I wanted to ask Mr. Ken what was going on, but I could tell he was in a hurry to get to the scene. He gave me a quick hug and said, "I'll be back soon."

Then he was gone, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I tried to push away the worry by playing with my toys and jumping from one end of the sitting room to another end, I heard the police siren heading towards our compound. They had all stopped in front of Aunty Lucy's house and I watched as they handcuffed and took her away.

As I watched Aunty Lucy being led away by the police, I felt a mix of emotions. On the one hand, I was relieved that the killer might have been caught. But on the other hand, I couldn't believe that Aunty Lucy could have been responsible for the murders, I mean, she looks so innocent. I wondered if there was more to the story than I knew.

Mr Ken returned a few hours later, looking exhausted. I rushed to him and asked, "What happened?"

“My boy”. He whispered again with a little tickle and a kiss on my cheek and forehead. I couldn't help but giggle with excitement.

“Aunty Lucy has been arrested”. I whispered while looking out of the window but he just ignored me and continued to tickle me under my arm and stomach, my drool even landed on his face in the process yet he didn't stop.

"Stop, stop!" I cried, laughing and squirming away from Mr. Ken.

He let out a chuckle and released me, wiping the drool from his face with a look of mock horror. I tried to wipe the grin off my face, but it was no use. I was just too happy to be reunited with Mr. Ken.

As I looked at him, I noticed that there was something different about him. He seemed more relaxed, and his eyes were shining with happiness. I felt a surge of gratitude that he was here with me, safe and sound. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

“Are you going to drop me at Cynthia's today? I don't want to go there”.

I was a little saddened as he looked at me with a smile.

“Don't you want to stay with them today?! You know they are your friends and would most definitely miss you, are you sure you don't want to go there?”. He said as I nodded my head.

“No problem then, you will follow me to the office. But we need to hurry up because there is a pressing situation on ground”. He said before carrying me to the room.

"What's the pressing situation?" I asked as Mr. Ken got dressed. I could tell he was in a hurry, and I felt a sense of urgency growing inside me. Something was going on, and I wanted to know what it was.

"I'm not sure I can tell you yet," Mr. Ken said, his brow furrowed. "It's a complicated situation, and I don't want to worry you. Just know that everything is going to be okay."

He gave me a reassuring smile, but I could tell he was worried. I wanted to ask more questions, but I knew.

I wasn't such a tall man so reaching the drawer wasn't such an easy one, so I had to get my mini stool to climb and bring out my favourite clothes, it was a mini skirt and a top but when Mr Ken came out he laughed at me.

We can't hide you forever, I suppose your case has been forgotten, you need to go back into dressing like the normal boy that you are”.

He said as I looked at him all excited. The excitement in me was enough to widen my lips to touch my ear, but of course, that wasn't possible.

“So boy, dress like a soldier's son we have work to do”. He said and jerked me up again. I smiled throughout the ride even down to the station.

“Aunty Lucy”. I whispered with pity, on sight with her, as she was dragged into an enclosed room.

“She needs to be interrogated over a crime scene, be of good use and make sure you don't go anywhere”. Mr Ken had said before joining the other officers in the room where Aunty Lucy was Kept.

I sat in the corner of the station, listening to the muffled voices from the interrogation room. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Aunty Lucy, even though I knew she might have done something wrong. She isn't completely a bad person, and I couldn't believe she could be capable of such a thing. But I knew it was important to let the police do their job and to stay out of the way.

I tried to keep myself busy by reading a book, but my mind kept wandering back to Aunty Lucy and what was happening in the interrogation room. I could only hear the sound of her voice in each scream that she made. I suppose she was being tortured or probably persuaded to tell the truth.

Aunty Lucy looked so innocent to have committed that crime, but who is to be trusted?

Soon... She stopped screaming and after that, Mr. Ken came out of the room.

“Did she open up?”. One of the officers asked.

Mr. Ken hesitated before answering, and I could tell that he was conflicted.

"She admitted not to be involved in the crime," he said slowly, "but I'm not sure I believe her."

"Why not?" the officer asked, surprised. "Did she give a false confession?"

"My instinct tells me so," Mr. Ken said, shaking his head.

"But there's something about her story that doesn't add up. I can't put my finger on it, but something's not right."

I felt my heart sink. I wanted to believe that Aunty Lucy was innocent, but Mr Ken is suddenly complicating my thoughts with his instinct.

“She has refused to tell the truth, claiming to be the victim, she said the blood stain was from a scratch she had obtained while trying to escape”. Mr Ken mumbled with a sigh while placing his hands in his pocket.

“If she was in such big trouble after she escaped, why didn't she run to the station for safety? How come there isn't any trace of the assassin and yet the deceased is alive and obtained only a little scratch after you made it known that you heard a scream of which the possibilities of the victim being harmed was high. She isn't telling the truth”. The other officer said and entered the room.