I noticed about two or three officers were in dutiful mode as they care less about anything else but held onto a pen as they buried their faces in a blotter, taking notes attentively. As I related.
“Jude was my friend just recently though” I clarified, “but I never knew he bears firearms illegally, and all of his gang members. Until recently they were threatening me with it, for I will never consent to be an accomplice with their crime organization. And they had vowed I am going to get killed if I would not join the operation they would be carrying out tonight on Mallam Kyari’s. Which will be the subsequent event prior to a failed attempt, as I have learnt.
I meticulously elucidate their plans to hit on Mallam Kyari’s household. Trying as much as possible to not implicate myself in any misinformation.
But I guess I had done well to fill them in, as all I got was a ‘good, you’ve done well’, from Sergeant Oswald and appreciative nods from most, especially those writers, while some, like Detective Herbert, plunged a hard look at me, scrutinizing. Why should he?
Do I absurd that much? Admitting that I grew compulsively obsessed with gambling but then do I a job have to go to? No passion for a profession has developed to steer me towards my very best, and for a fact, no beneficial involvements have I got. But, I don’t strike first. Just don’t tug on my tooth!
“Now, come on.” Sergeant Oswald ushered me to an inner office room with few men present, where I was asked a couple of questions as we planned, I meant they, planned. All their concepts of advances to apprehend Jude and his boys, I listened and nodded to their conclusions approvingly as deliberated, anything to redeem myself. They were busy cooperating with a conceptual approach as I was busy plotting my sabotage.
As much as I do not want to, I will be going on the operation with him, I am going to twist his plot for my freedom anyway, accompanying him and his members to make them see the accomplice they sought. As I had been advised, it’s my prerogative to play along with him and not to stage any sign of fright or impatience, so as not to stand him on his ears.
Fact is, Jude seems quite an indomitable escapologist, only for the fact that he is not any entertaining but instead, he grieves the community when heard he has escaped another attempt of the police to subdue him.
But not to the extent to which he grieves the wit of the Balltown police department.
Now the time was 7:48 pm about to head home and prepare to go through his motions and act on cooperation as it is not only my main role in the plot but from what I’ve learnt so far, cooperating with Jude might of course, ignite a victorious excitement and extend the coast of his blindspots subsequently, for the time being.
Vacating the premises with promising hope I climbed the bike and headed home as I think about the discussions held back there.
‘Oh my–, now I’m conspiring with my bitterest enemy, maybe they weren’t after all. The more important thing is to pluck my freedom off the palm of an egotistical hedonist bent on trapping me for more prominence and hoist my cred’.
I parked the bike, and rush inside the house, in preparation to yield to the hold Jude had on me as I would stupefy him with a besieging twitch.
“Hey Mom,” I exclaimed as I stepped into the house and without waiting for a response,
“I’m sorry I had to rush out with your bike unannounced,” I said, performing a swift easy fling that steered the key to its usual spot, when not in use.
“Just be careful always” I heard Mom say from the dining.
Straight to my room, I freshened up hastily and have a change of clothes, forcing my legs into a pair of grey slimline joggers and a yellow T-shirt, I bend down to strapped my foot in a black leather sneakers, and stood up to my height of five foot nine as I shook my head sideways vigorously for my wet and dripping plaited hair to be rid of the excess water, set to head out to Stan’s house, Stanley is one of Jude’s sworn and savage boys, whose parents were divorced and her sister went on to live with her mom, perhaps it was his choice to stay with his itinerant father who reverted home twice or maybe thrice in a year, that stays unclear but the apparent is that he did buy the emperor’s gang secure and clandestine stopovers in the town from inimical movements.
“Mom, I will be back soon. I need to attend to something important.” I said, fitting myself properly in a faded and frayed denim jacket.
“Really, but dinner is almost ready.” She said with concern.
“I know Mom, won’t take too long, okay?” I declared my hope and hasting to meet up before it was past the time.
Off I went under the full moon illuminating my path from the glowy night sky.