CHAPTER THREE - THE LAST WITNESS

18 Mar 2013 - 09:00:45 pm

When Joshua awoke, it was still dark, that looking out of bed, it was difficult to quickly distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his bedroom. He was endeavouring to pierce the darkness with his ferret eyes when the chimes of a neigbouring church struck. So he listened for the hour.

The heavy bell went on from one to two and from two to three and regularly up to six, then stopped.

Six! and still his son was not yet at home.

The thought being an alarming one, he scrambled out of bed and groped his way to the window. Perhaps Jerry has arrived. He looked outside but there was no sign of him nor anybody, no noise of people running to and fro or making a great stir.

His heart became heavy, this was the first time in years that he has never seen his son at home on a sunday morning.

Joshua went out to the lawn. "Why would his son refuse to come home?" He thought and thought it over again but could make nothing out of it. The more he thought, the more perplexed he was, and the more he endeavoured not to think, the more he thought. Jerry's absence bothered him exceedingly.

Suddenly it struck him, the girl.

Yes, the girl.

Why was she in their lawn? She had a deep cut and yes there were semens visible within her legs and oh! , he found a condom on his son. He tried as hard as he could trying not to make any correlation but his anxiousness wouldnt let him.

He walked silently to where they had found the girl if he would see any lead. Like an eagle searching for food, his eyes searched the lawn. And Yes! there was something tucked betweeen the flower vases.
It was a phone.

"Definitely hers", he said to himself and walked back to the bedroom.



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The sun was just rearing its head from its hiding place. Rather than the normal typical sunday where the street is filled with people hurrying to church, this time, the street was exceptionally crowded. Everyone was gathered in front of a building, which according to witnesses has exploded late in the night. They were small groups of people, all discussing in low tones. No one could really phantom what had caused the explosion.

About twenty minutes later, bodies were been brought out of the building. The bodies were badly mutilated that it was extremely difficult to recognise any of the victims.

People got closer, trying to take picture with their mobile phones but the stench was enough to drive many of them away.

Men from the emergency services soon arrived and got set to work. The bodies being carried to the ambulance drew a large murmur from the crowd. Most of the victims were teenagers, and they were naked.

The Police soon arrived, residents quickly left the scene while the small groups dispersed. Everyone was trying not to get caught in the web, owing to the notorious nature of the police in arresting innocent members of the public.

The police arrived the scene in two cars and out sprung a dozen of policemen. They entered the building while the leader of the team, Moses, a man is his early thirties moved closer to the locals trying to get information.

"I was just hearing loud music", a witness narrated to him.

He continued, "It was very disturbing and as i moved closer to warn them, there was an explosion". I scampered for safety but one of the pebbles hit me, he concluded before bringing his hands forward to expose a deep scar.

Moses let out a deep sigh before moving to others and when he was sure they've had enough, they walked back to the car and drove off.


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Dickson was sitting at his favorite bar, with bottles of Star lager beer at his beck and call. He had come to celebrate his freedom, his "lucky escape" from a tyrant.

"The last assignment had been concluded", he said to himself and let out an evil grin.

He glanced across the room to where two ladies were seated. Catching the eye of one of them in the process, he startled nervously and quickly looked back to the two drinks sitting on the table in front of him.

The other girl who has noticed his attentions reached over and touched her companion's arm.

"Girl, i'm telling you he's really got the hots for you. This is the fourth time in a minute he's looked at you". She half-turned in her seat and looked over at dickson.

"He was handsome too", she thought.

Dickson certainly knowing he has been caught got up from his table and moved to get down from the bar stool, nearly overbalancing as his foot caught the footrest. The dark skinned girl was a beauty to behold, he thought to himself. Her eyes, legs, breasts. Everything about her was just perfect.

He glanced back to their table. They were watching him curiously, a smile cutting the edges of their lips.

He moved closer to their table. "Mind if i sit here" , he asked with a sly grin.

"Why not" , the dark skinned girl replied.

He had barely opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang. It was his good friend and partner, Mark.

Excusing himself, he moved closer to the other end of the bar.

"Yes" , he said as he answered the call.

"We have a problem" , a voice at the other end replied. "You remember the girl"?

"What girl"? , he cut in

"The one we chased yesterday" , the voice continued. "She yet lives"
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