A perfect lie doesn’t exist in the realm of mortals— Kodeya Greins
How do you define death? You would say it is the state of not living, and that it can be caused by natural, manslaughter, murder, suicide, self-defence and all that crap. I don’t really buy that trash, death is death, either it is natural or intentional
For some days now my apartment has being labelled a crime scene with yellow strips taped around the entrance. My wife just died in it. Detective Charles keeps saying it is murder; he spends hours daily cycling my apartment and photographing everything from carpet to wall photos, and paintings. He should have photographed the water closet too what a jobless man. He asks me about my alibi on the day my wife died about a thousand times daily, am tired of telling him that:
” I came home as usual around 6:30pm, and my apartment was unusually locked. I shaked the door, but it wouldn’t even bulge. I guessed my wife was inside even though she didn’t answer even after my hard knocks on the wooden door. I tried her phone, but it was switched off. I took a peep from the front door, the flower vase was broken, the chairs and table were overturned, and my TV set was in the middle of it with a broken screen. I had seen enough, so I broke the door with a kick from my taekwondo trained leg. There I saw my wife bloodlessly lifeless near the kitchen. There were no ligature marks around her neck that indicated strangling. I felt her pulse, but there was none. It was then I dialled 767″
The first time I told Detective Charles that narration, he simply nodded his head like an Agama lizard and he just walked away. He later showed up after I saw him perambulating the kitchen and the sitting room like a chicken looking for food, telling me that my wife was murdered. He told me to look for another place to sleep, “your apartment is now a crime scene,” he said.
Gosh, he couldn’t even be considerate given that I have no friends. Or who would be a friend with a Detective? Ooh sorry I didn’t mention that earlier. I am also a Detective like Charles; we were both posted to the same police station. But then we are rivals like a cat and a mouse.
I don’t know why Detective Charles would stick to investigate what doesn’t exist. He surely wants promotion, as this was a way to get ahead of me in ranking. The chief told me not to get involved in the investigation. But then I wasn’t going to make things easy for Charles. I told him that I wouldn’t allow autopsy to be performed on my wife because of my religion rituals. Charles couldn’t get enough evidence for a warrant, so I buried my wife as stipulated by my religion.
What is even wrong with Charles? I showed him the medical report showing that my wife was suffering from ovarian cancer and she would die this month anyway. She must have slumped and fell as a result of the cancer thing somehow. But Charles isn’t the one to believe that. He said:
“ What happens when a police officer breaks the law? It is hard to detect, because he knows how best to hide his tracks”
What the hell did he mean? That I killed my wife? What motive do I possibly have for killing her? He must be really crazy. Please look at this case with me; this is how we Detectives solve crimes. If there is a murder, we check out all the suspects and look for motives. If the victim is a rich man, we check his will; the chief inheritor is the main suspect. If the victim was killed in his mansion, it is usually the butler Am sure Agatha Christie did her research well by using the above theory in most of her novels.
I wasn’t in a pole position to inherit my wife’s wealth. She wasn’t even rich. She depended majorly on me. So why would I kill her? Ask Detective Charles. Maybe he fancies the crime news headline being:
” A top Detective killed his wife”
But then it would all be crap.
Let me tell you Detective Charles little story. He started out as a good COP; I’m not saying he isn’t still a good COP. You know the kind of COP that doesn’t collect bribe. He doesn’t manipulate evidence like I do, and he is a genius. He solves crimes better than Shylock Holmes
Have you heard about the case of Mr Adegbite; the one time commissioner of police who was murdered in his mansion? It was Detective Charles who saw behind the veil of evidence and pointed out it was his wife and not the cook that killed him. That case lifted Detective Charles reputation in the realm of crime detection.
There was also the case that involved a former Governor who murdered his aide. When Detective Charles caught up with him, the Governor offered him 50 million naira; guess what? He refused the offer and later provided evidence that the Governor murdered his aide, and that he offered him a bribe. Those breakthroughs earned him the title: SUPER COP
Lets drop Detective Charles issue and discuss something more interesting.
Remember the question I asked you in the beginning; what is death? Take a look at this case that happened a long time ago. I was summoned to a crime scene in which a lady appeared to have been shot point blank in the head while returning home after serving the country in the NYSC scheme. After all the processing and questioning, it happened that the killer was a known drunkard in the community. Can you guess what happened next? The killer’s family got a lawyer, and the next thing you know, they pleaded leniency in court that the killer acted under the influence of alcohol. The judge fell for that and the killer was sentenced to three months of community service.
See your law. Did the deceased ask her killer to take a drink containing alcohol? The killer should have been killed too; at least he was sane when he walked to the bar to enjoy himself. He can’t enjoy and at the end of the day an innocent victim is killed.
You know with this kind of killing excuse loophole in our law, many convicted murderers could have gone free only that they don’t know there way out. They just need to kill, and then take about two to three bottles of beer, then they are done: no jail threats.
Maybe that is what I should have done in the first place, instead of creating the crime scene and allowing Detective Charles dig deep beneath the veil of deception All I needed was three bottles of alcohol. I do have three bottles of cognac in the refrigerator, I should have drank two bottles and spill the third on the floor how stupid I was…
Not again, how sloppy was I, you caught me right there. Please don’t tell Detective Charles, I hope I can trust you. Sorry I haven’t being so truthful all along. I did kill my wife, but it wasn’t intentional. We got into an argument, and I pushed her. I had completely forgotten of her state of health, she just fell to the ground. It wasn’t really intentional. It was an Innocent Murder. And what caused the argument? My wife was cheating on me with no other person than our SUPER COP: Detective Charles, that’s why he has kept on to this case hoping to find the evidence connecting me to the crime.
That’s one more loophole in our law; sometimes you see the whole clear crime story with murder written on the suspect, only that you can’t connect him to the crime do you really think am guilty, or you also agree with me that it was an Innocent Murder?