The Love That Triumphed 4
Then, he walked to the backyard, and he was surprised when he saw a strange car. He stared open-mouthed at the car before he gave his boss a call, but to his consternation, his phone was switched off.
'How and when did this car get to this place?'
The janitor asked himself. However, the barrister and his squad were getting impatient, so they knocked on the door. The knock broke the janitor's reverie, and he walked briskly back to the door.
“Where is your boss, young man?”
The barrister asked the twenty-two years old lanky boy who was nervous with the look on the barrister's face and the presence of the police men. He attempted answering his question, but found himself stammering.
“I, I, wish I know. He walked in a few minutes ago and…”
“I hope you are not hiding something from us?”
“No, Sir. I am not hiding anything from you.”
The barrister looked at the two police men who were standing quietly beside the Police Van for advice. Then, the janitor suggested.
“To justify your curiosity, you can take a walk around the house.”
Now, the janitor took him around the house, and when they got to the back of the house, the barrister asked.
“Does he park cars here?”
“This is the first time I am seeing a car here.”
The janitor informed. Barrister Guidance looked at the car and noticed some footprints on the bonnet and the roof of the car. He looked at the vertiginous fence before he looked at the janitor, who also observed the footprints. Then, he called the attention of the police men, and they came to the backyard. They looked at the car, the fence, and the footprints before they asked.
“For how long have you been working for him.”
“For three months, Sir.”
“How did you get the job?”
“The Agency which I work with deployed me here.”
“Can we have his contact?”
Without delay, the janitor supplied Mr. Stephen Bailey's contact and the police gave him a call just like before, his phone was switched off. Then, the police asked.
“When did you see him last?”
“I saw him drive in a few minutes before you walked in.”
The petrified janitor responded. Then, the police took pictures of the car and the footprints, and the barrister did the same before they left.
“Could the boss be a criminal?”
The janitor thought aloud. Then, he began to recall his activities, especially the last Saturday incident where he had to change his clothes in the car. He quickly walked to the rubbish can, which he had not disposed of. He picked up the clothes that he wore on Saturday and began to examine it.
“He must have gone to rub and was beaten up?”
The janitor concluded. At this point, he had no option than to call his agency and laid his complaint. The Manager of the agency asked.
“What do you want to do now?”
“I feel like leaving the house. I am scared.”
“It is all right. You can come over to the office.”
The janitor picked his little belongings, locked up the house and left with the key. Unaware that there was an unconscious lady in the bedroom.
At The Lonely Road.
The Head of the Security Team was the first to identify the abnormalities in their dressing. Their collar numbers were not properly displayed. They had the rank of constable attached to their names, and the digit of the Force Identification Number was more than the stipulated number of digits. Everything happened so fast that the three assassins did not have the time to think. Now, the media houses had jubilantly taken enough clips and shots, waiting to report.
“Handcuff them.”
The head of the security ordered. He was not prepared to waste more time on them. The police men standing beside the Head of the Security Team handcuffed the three assassins, who did not make any attempt to resist. The other members of the group, especially the media who had been recording, were awestruck. So, they began to mumble in twos and three.
“What has happened.”
“I cannot explain.”
“Let us go.”
The Head of the Security announced, and the others followed him to the station. As far as the three hired aspirators were concerned, Mr. Stephen Bailey was going to sort them out.
They were hoping on Mr. Stephen Bailey who fled from his house when he heard the police siren because he thought that the assassins had killed Mr. Arthur Bailey and were arrested.
At The Bailey's Native Home.
Mr. Arthur Bailey walked into his house worried because what the security guard was saying was not making sense to him. He repeated his question while standing in the middle of his parlor.
“Where is my wife's car.”
“I am sorry, boss. We have to give out her car keys. You demanded that we should not disturb her because she needed to rest, so when Mrs. Zoey Bailey came and requested for her car because she needed to cover her at work, we gave her the key.”
“Welcome back, hubby.”
Nichole who just walked out of the bedroom greeted as she walked close to him.
He placed his left hand on her shoulder and wrapped her with his eyes like a duvet in a cold harmattan before he responded.
“Thank you dear. I hope you had enough rest?”
“Yes, I did. I was not expecting you home now.”
Nichole said as they began to walk towards the staircase.
“Yes. I will work from home. I could not help but come home to keep you company.”
“Oh! I see.
When they got to the bedroom, Nichole continued with her explanation of how Zoey Bailey took her car.
“Sorry, hubby. The security guard acted on your instructions. My superior called on Zoey to swap with me. She accepted to do that but had the problem of car and her husband had traveled out of town for an official assignment. So, she quickly got ready and came over to pick my car but unfortunately, the security guard had to release my car key since she was relieving me.”
“It is all right. His discretion could not be more apt in the circumstances.”
“Yes hubby. Thank you for your understanding.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey began to undress. He removed his jacket and handed it over to her before he let the cat out of the bag.
“Wifey, I have good news for you.”
Nichole, who was hanging the jacket on the suit hanger stand, turned and looked at him like a child who just perceived the aroma of her favorite candy. She walked up to him, sat beside him and requested.
“What is the good news about? I can't wait to hear it.”
“We are getting married tomorrow.”
Nichole was astonished and asked.
“Why? It was supposed to be on Thursday.”
“Yes. We have been working on the wrong date. We would have missed tomorrow if I had not gone to the registry today to find out.”
“It is good that you went. What time please?”
“The time is 9: am. We are keeping it as low keyed as possible.”
“It is okay. I love you, hubby.”
“I love you too, we will tie the knot tomorrow. I cannot wait to be your legal husband.”
He hinted and dropped his necktie on wardrobe.
“I feel the same way too. So that I will be free from the ill humored bantering from friends and colleagues.”
If only Nichole had known how scared he was about her friends, she would have kept her mouth shut. He asked, making sure that his tone did not betray him.
“What questions do they ask?”
Nichole gave him a warm-hearted response.
“Mr. Arthur Bailey had refused to remarry because of your presence in his life. Why not remarry so that he can be free to remarry, too? So many silly questions.”
“Wow. That is repulsive.
“Yes, and I find it difficult to respond to such jesting.”
“I understand how you feel back then. I will make it up to you. You will stand out among all other women, especially in the Bailey's family.”
Nichole blushed and smiled before she responded.
“Thank you hubby. I can't wait. If you are through, can we go out for lunch? I'm sure the chef should be ready for us by now.”
“Yes, we can."
Then, Mr. Arthur Bailey put on his shirt, and they walked to the parlor and had their food cheerfully while glancing at the local television.
“I saw this scene when I was coming back from the office.”
Now, Nichole became interested in the program which Mr. Arthur Bailey saw.
“What happened?”
She asked.
“I did not know what happened. But whatever that happened caused a gridlock.”
“The reporters would let us know.”
Just as Nichole said. The reporters provided the details of all that happened along the road.
(The city police averted what would have thrown the entire city into mourning. While the police and the media houses set out to appreciate the supposed security personnel, we discovered that they were hired killers who had been hired to kill a well-respected member of the society. They were yet to disclose their sponsors, and the name of their victim had been kept secret for now. More updates on this as the investigation continues. Ernest Eden. Reporting.)
“Wow. That was a good one. You can imagine what would have happened if the police did not uncover that they were false security personnel.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey said and his wife added.
“The victim would have been killed and his family thrown into chaos.”
They ate silently and glanced at the television from time to time. Afterwards, thee retired to their bedroom, not giving thought to Nichole's phone, which was still off.
“We need to inform Louis and Freya of the change in the date.”
“You are right. What about Denise and his wife?”
“I have informed him. He will inform his wife.”
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