Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 11

5 years ago

Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 11

Few days after the operations, I got to know what really happened after I had left drinking. The news of what happened had sent me to the bottle. I was down. So down. And frustrated and my conscience would not let me be. I could not bear it.

Sometimes, I would lock myself up and drink to stupor. It was better since I would easily fall asleep in my house and not wander around the street and getting carried home.

Princess is yet to be recovered. That is what had been killing me. They couldn’t recover her. It pained me. I could not forgive myself. I still haven’t and I don’t think I ever will.
The guys that I had paid to do the recovery were arrested. How they got to be arrested, I can’t tell and I don’t know. Who informed the police of our arrangements, I also can’t tell. I don’t know who.

The major issue was that the vehicle that transported the politician’s wife took the normal agreed upon route while the one that transported Princess took another- a route I had no knowledge of. We never discussed on this. It was not talked about. The original plan was that both would be in the same vehicle and then conveyed along the agreed route.

The guys who were to do the recovery had waited and tailed the vehicle carefully and from a distance until they got to the place where they felt it was best to launch out. They didn’t suspect anything. They didn’t even ask themselves why the vehicle slowed down and allowed them to catch up with them.
When they finally did, it was only the madam and two of the ‘club’ guys that they saw in the vehicle, and these guys were armed and they subdued the guys I paid to rescue Princess. I didn’t expect the ‘club’ guys to be in the vehicle with her. I didn’t expect weapons.
The next thing was them finding themselves in a police station. It was a powerful hand that did that. They let the police men ‘massage’ them and they confessed that I was behind the operations. But the story that later came out was different.

It was not what I had thought. I never knew it would come to this point. I never envisaged it. The police said I was the one that sponsored the guys to kidnap the politician’s wife. That it was a kidnap operation. Kidnap gone wrong.

This was how they left what was the real issue and made another. I knew this was a distraction. And I wrongly fell for it. I knew that the men of the ‘club’ were behind this. It was a setup. It was a betrayal. It was greed. They were willing to sell me out to look clean. They were willing to sell me out to have everything to themselves.

These are stinkingly rich men. Seven million naira was nothing major to them. Why they did this, I did not know. Their motive.

I tried to protest and tell the police what the real issue was. But they ignored me. They ignored my story. They laughed it off. They were paid to do that.

I had seen that they were out to destroy me- I mean the ‘club’, and I decided that I was not going to fall alone. I was not going to go down alone. I was no longer going to keep them secret and protect them. I was going to spill everything out. Say everything and leave none even the part I played. Saving Princess was a priority. My priority and I was willing to pay whatever it would cost to do that.

When they saw that a police officer that had a private investigation unit was picking interest in the case(he was newly transferred to the station), they took a turn. They threatened me. They told me to agree to the kidnapping operations and them let the case die. That they would make the case die, one of the men of the ‘club’ told me and that they would bail me out in as much as I keep shut on the case regarding the missing of Princess.

I did not agree at first. But I thought about it. I thought well and long and after a while, I decided to allow them bail me out. What use would I be in trying to get back Princess if I stay back under police custody? What use? How would I find her staying behind bars? So I opted for their offer.
Getting back Princess was a priority and I would sacrifice for it. Agreeing to a crime I did not commit was not a big deal in as much as it would let me out to look for Princess. It meant nothing to me. I needed to pay the price, whatever price to rectify my mistake. To undo my wrong.
And so, I was bailed and let out.