Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 25

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Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 25

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Astonishment and bewilderment are the proper words to express the extent to how shocked I was at that moment. I was bolted to the blue.

“Isn’t she in?” One of the police officers asked after noticing the padlocked door. I shook my head in response, still baffled, and confused.

“Whoever this lady is must be smart indeed. She undoubtedly figured out that she would be arrested and then she sought for an escape on time. Smart move indeed.” Another officer stated sarcastically.

“Officers, what do we do now?” Chief Etomi asked, concerned and worried.

“Investigations, sir.” The officer replied, averting his gaze to me. “Call her number now, and make sure it’s on loud speaker.”
I adhered without delay. With haste, I dialled Annabelʼs number and clicked on the loud speaker icon. While waiting expectantly as Annabelʼs number dialled, a feminine customer agentʼs voice resonated instead reporting the number switched off.

“This lady is smart.” The police officer spoke and heaved an exasperated sigh.

“Plan B comes in here.” Another officer added, taking out his walkie-talkie device strapped in his vest. He powered it on and averted his intent focus on me.

“How does this lady look like? Can you describe her appearance?”

“Sure, officer.” I responded. I described every detail concerning Annabelʼs appearance to the officers, excluding no single detail. “She also has a car, officer. A small Honda, dark blue in color.”

“Do you know the plate number?”
“Unfortunately I don’t, sir.”
The officer shook his head pitifully, nodded at me with an understanding gesture, and then he placed the walkie-talkie device to his ear.
“Unit seven, Sergeant Bernard, over!”

Another voice responded from the receiverʼs end. Afterwards, the officer continued speaking.


“Unit seven, inform all units in range to stand guard in position and conduct a road search. A lady named Annabel Wilfred suspected of a crime is on the loose. Slightly dark skinned, braided hair, slim and considerably tall in height. She might most likely be in a vehicle — a dark blue Honda car — so keep serious watch. Over and out.”

“Roger, sir!”


I was undoubtedly impressed by how efficient and how well coordinated the police officers’ strategy and tactics was. In spite of that, a certain unknowing feeling of fear still lingered inside me, making me afraid for the worst. Annabel was with no doubt naturally cunning and smart. The fear of Annabel escaping after all the atrocities and crime she committed was a huge possibility I was scared to come to terms with. She had the tendency to do and undo. I wanted her to face the law squarely for her atrocities.

“Young man, is there anywhere else you think we can check that this lady might likely be?” An officer asked, interrupting my thoughts.


“Yes, sir.” I replied the officer. “Our faculty, perhaps. It’s worth a try.”

“Where else do you have in mind?”
“None that I can think of aside our department, sir.” I responded.

“Alright then. Let’s hurry up to your faculty if that’s the case.” The officer stated. “Lead the way.”

Deborahʼs father, Mr. Fabian and I all chartered his own vehicle while the police officers followed closely behind us in their official police van with itʼs sirens blaring loudly. I described and gave directions to Fabian concerning my department’s location while Chief Etomi sat behind, silent and worried.

In due time we arrived back to the campus and we had managed to cover almost half of the distance when we happened to get hooked with traffic. It was an intense traffic that caused delay. Hawkers and traders utilized the advantage to sell their goods to passengers on the road.

Mr. Fabian called a hawker selling soft drinks and snacks by a small shade, and she wasted no time to adhere. She hastened towards us with her goods and stood next to the vehicle, panting heavily.

“Do you have cold bottled water?”

“E dey, oga.”
“Bring three madam.” Fabian said, stretching some notes to her.

Along the line, I viewed the scenery of the road through the mirror, observing passers-by and the traffic. I averted my focus to a wide garage where various buses and taxi’s were situated. I noticed a conductor and a passenger seriously quarreling. I noticed a young teenage boy hawking fruits. And then like a reflex action, I noticed someone, a lady wearing a dark jacket with a hood over her head, a blue face-cap and black shades partially veiling her features. She stood close to a taxi, holding two travelling bags. Annabelʼs hair was braided but I couldn’t tell if this lady’s hair was braided, due to the hood and the face-cap over her head.

I quickly tapped Mr. Fabian. “Sir, take a look at that lady there.” I pointed at the lady’s direction. Mr. Fabian followed my gesture and then faced me again.


“Do you think she is the one?”
“Iʼm not sure sir, but I think she is Annabel.”


“Are you sure? You have to be certain. Don’t jump into conclusions yet.”
“Sir, I have a strong feeling about this lady.” I said and opened the door without hesitating, came down from the car and started heading towards the garage. Deborahʼs father and Fabian called me back but I paid deaf ears to them, advancing closer to the lady.

Coincidentally, some few steps further, the lady averted her gaze towards my direction and she flinched the moment she saw me heading closer to her. She dropped her travelling bags and like a wave of electric current, she took to her heels immediately. I ran after her, too, hastening my pace. I had almost caught up with her when a motorcyclist came from nowhere and halted before the lady. She climbed on it with haste, took one last look behind precisely at me and then raised her middle finger to me as the motorcyclist sped off.