Twisted Dimensions – Chapter One

Twisted Dimensions – Chapter One

 

In an
orange-walled room, the day had risen into a bright Monday morning as Iris
Bamidele Adeyemi awoke to a painful headache. She continuously experienced that
for the past one week. It felt like something kept hitting her on the skull.
The moment she attempted to leave the bed, she felt an ardent brisk pain firing
down at the right side of her head. Three days ago, she urgently booked an
appointment to consult her doctor for today.
               

The sight and the
atmosphere of a hospital made her body cringe. If given the opportunity,
visiting a hospital was decisively the last place on her mind. She
energetically stood weakly and closed her brown eyes. In less than five
seconds, she opened them slowly and sighed.  

Iris
glanced at the right side of the bed and heaved a bitter sigh. Her husband was
not there by her side. It indicated that he never came home the previous night.
A delicate smile ran across her lips. She tried not to think of him for not
being at home. To be worried about him, where he might have slept happened to
be the least on her mind. She would surely ponder about him later.    

Right
at that moment, she thought about what her boss discussed with her last week.
For the past few days, Iris could not comprehend why her boss Joshua Johnson
felt the time has come for her to team up. She accepted to condone and work
with the Muppet after the Director at the Crime Bureau of Investigation (CBI)
in the Lagos division, authoritatively shoved it down her throat.

Last
week on Tuesday to be precise, he sent for her through another detective to see
him immediately at his office. He informed her about getting her to work
alongside a young woman that would assist and be of tremendous value in any
case granted to her.               

For
the past six years, Iris worked at the bureau as a homicide detective. She was
very good at her job. Her sharp instincts to solve a case never lie and her
resolute character most times drove away colleagues from her. She was a
professional. She had investigated and resolved most of her cases alone, but sometimes
with the help of Doctor Nicholas Akintola, a medical examiner at Adenuga’s
Health Institute. The health practitioner sometimes helped the bureau observe
the body and identify the cause of death. Having a working relationship with
the doctor was not a big deal to Iris. She enjoyed his company.                                                

Iris Bamidele, thirty-three years of age, and tall, with a radiant skin
that glowed all the time. Whenever she unveiled a smile, it displayed her white
set of teeth. It was one of her exceptional features.                          

Finally,
Iris stepped out of bed. Iris sluggishly motioned to the green curtain to lift
for a brighter and clearer room. She peeped through the window to view the
quiet surrounding of her compound. She was the only one in the whole house.
Their gateman Suleiman travelled to see his sick mother in the village at
Kaduna. Her husband used the opportunity to give him a month leave.

Iris
let go of the curtain, undressed and let her black hair fall to her shoulders.
She looked straight at the direction of the wall clock to check the time. It
was 8:02 and for the first time in her history book; Iris was going into the
office late. She could not wait to meet the ‘unlucky specimen’ that would be
working alongside her. The investigator planned to frustrate her. She hoped her
new partner would request for another detective. Iris sighed loudly and walked
straight into the direction of her bathroom.

***

At
8:05, Savannah Thomas arrived at the building of the CBI for the first time in
her life. It was located at Lekki Phase 1. The colour of the one-storey building
had a mixture of white and brown. She got down from a taxi, paid her fare and
strolled inside. When Savannah moved closer to approach the secretary, she gave
a welcoming smile. Savannah requested to see the director. 

“He
is expecting you.” She directed her to his office located on the top
floor.       

Before
she stepped on the staircase, she glimpsed at the see-through office and
watched how the officers were working on their desks. The computer analyst and
lower ranks of detectives occupied there too. Savannah finally walked upstairs
and observed it was quiet and serene. Most of the offices had names of the
detectives on the doors. The bureau kept essential files in a chamber. A suited
man came out from there with a file. He shut it with a key instantly. He walked
away while reading it and didn’t notice Savannah.                

The
CBI had an average size soundproof interrogation room with a big table surrounded
by three chairs. Nothing decorated the wall. Suspects were being taken into
this room to be asked questions or interviewed using formal conversation to
create a non-threatening measure to observe their reactions. From behind, it
also allowed other detectives to watch the process through a two-way tilted
glass window and to help the interrogator figure which techniques were working
or not.

Savannah
looked at her left and saw the name of the man she was looking for on a door.
She knocked once before a cleared voice told her to enter. Seated in the
biggest office at the bureau was Joshua Johnson, a tall man with broad
shoulders, bright eyes, and small lips with a sensitive face. He wore a fitted
black suit. At forty-nine, Joshua appeared younger than his age. He was a
good-looking man with a good dress sense. His face brightened up as he saw his
expected visitor.

“Uncle
Joshua, good morning.” She greeted him.           

He
rose and hugged her pleasantly. “Please, sit down.”

They
sat opposite each other. The average in height and the twenty-five-year-old
lady had grey eyes, sensual lips, and adorned with ebony skin. A beautiful and
captivating beauty. She wore fitted black trousers, in a Saint Laurent cropped
jacket and Nike sneakers. She was the daughter of Joshua’s childhood friend and
former partner Perry Thomas, who worked as a criminologist at the bureau for
ten years. Both of them worked and won most of their cases together for eight
solid years before Joshua became the director at the Crime Bureau of
Investigation. In the case of Perry Thomas, Savannah’s father has been on the
run for the past four years.     

The
bureau accused him of murdering an unarmed detective. The day he ran away, he
wrote down a note and dropped it on the table in his living room before he
fled. She saw it the moment she arrived home from her school lecture. 
 

My
beautiful daughter,

When
you read this, I will be far away. Do not fear. Where I intend to hide is not
traceable. My heart hurts. I know you will be all alone now. You will not be
scared; I know you are a fighter just like me. I am a wanted man for killing a
detective. I am not the one that pulled the trigger. I never saw the shooter. I
was supposed to get valuable information on a case I was secretly working on
privately. The dead detective was corrupt, and I caught him. He was ready to
give me the information I needed. I do not know the heartless and hateful
humans that are behind this. I have to search for evidence to prove my
innocence. I love you.
                                  

Your
loving father,

Perry
Thomas.

How
can he look for evidence when he is far away?
Savannah
asked herself.
Savannah
was going to be alone. Ever since Perry bolted, she has been taking care of
herself for the past four years without a parent by her side. She was lucky he
saved and kept enough money to finish her education. He transferred all his
money into her bank accounts before he escaped. As for Joshua Johnson, he only
sent money or called her intermittently; but that was not enough for her. She
needed his presence in her life.                

Two
years ago on her university graduation day, Savannah expected him to be there
for her as a father figure; but he never showed up. He later called her at
night that he had been busy. Joshua expressed regret and promised to make it up
to her. She told him she understood and that he should not worry. She
celebrated her day with her closest friend Toby Adeniran. He has been her best
friend for a long time. He was older than Savannah with six years. He had two
degrees. Two weeks ago, Joshua Johnson called to offer her a job at the bureau.
She had completed her youth service. He informed Savannah that she was going to
be working with a detective to investigate and solve murder cases just as her
father did with him. Doubtlessly she declined.       

Three
days later, she thought thoroughly about it. Savannah felt if she could work at
the bureau, that she might secretly find clues to disclose what happened to her
father. The truth. She wished to set him free. She believed her father was
innocent of the crime.    

Savannah
later gave Joshua a call to convince him that she would accept the job. He
informed her when she should visit the bureau. Before then, Joshua sent her a
file that contained vital and useful information and ordered her to read it.
Now, at the office of the director, he broke the silence between both of them.

“You
came here early Savannah.” he said, “It shows you are going to be
serious with the job?”             
           

Her
gaze urged him on. “Don’t you want me to take it seriously?” She
placed her hands on his desk.

“A
question with a question.” He frowned slightly.

Savannah
gazed at him, and she could tell he wasn’t happy with her. “What am I here
for?”

“What
do you mean?” he asked. “Don’t you know why you are here?”

“Though
I read psychology,” she said, “why did you choose me to start working
here at the bureau? I never applied for a job or sent you my
résumé?”                         

“Do
I have to tell you? I am the boss here. You know you are like a daughter to me.
Where ever your father is today, don’t you know he won’t be happy with me if he
heard you were jobless?”

She
gave him a flighty look. “And the only job you have to offer me is to risk
my life to solve murder cases? You know I am new at this and
inexperienced.”

Joshua
smiled and answered her. “I know you lack experience,” he said.
“And I also know you’re an intelligent lady. How come you haven’t figured
it out?” He paused briefly and added. “I already gave you my reasons
why we need you here when I called. You will study the behaviour of the
suspects. You are to give a “humanized” perspective of a murder case.
Didn’t you read the file I sent to you?”          

Savannah
took her hands off the desk with a friendly smile on her face. She knew he was
annoyed because she had refused to answer his first question, she said to him.

“Yes,
I’m going to take the job very seriously. I read the file. I know why I am
here.”             

He
smiled hard. “Well, that is good to hear. I want you to work here because
you are good at studying people. I remember how you gave an opinion on a case
your dad reviewed with me. You heard us discussing it. You were only eighteen
then. You will have to study the behaviour of the suspects in any case assigned
to detective Iris Bamidele and you.”

Iris Bamidele? Savannah asked herself. The
name sounded familiar to her. She must have seen that name somewhere or heard
it before. She could not recall. She knew she would remember at the right
time.

She
asked Joshua. “Is Detective Iris Bamidele willing to work with me?”

He
cleared his throat and answered her with a weak smile. “She doesn’t have a
problem working with you at all. Truthfully, she can’t wait to meet you.” 

Savannah
wondered if he was telling the truth. 

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