Morning came slower than I had hoped, but when it came, I was ready..
I went to the bathroom, stared at myself in the mirror, I looked horrible. My eyes were swollen and I looked drain..i stripped off my clothes and turned the shower on…I sat on the floor as water washed over me for more than thirty minutes..
I didn't have enough black clothes, I intent to buy as soon as I got the chance. I wore a black gown with a pair of black shoes. Jafar's black Loius Vuitton Shades was in his wardrobe…it didn't really fit me, but I wanted something of his to be with me at all times..
Uche and "Last-born" were waiting in the Hilux when I got outside, our journey was taking us to Irolu.
As we passed the area in which Jafar was killed, I found it hard to breathe. My phone vibrated…
Me : Timi what's up?
Timi: I am good…calling to see if I can see you today..
Me: that would be nice, I would come to your house later tonight..somethings came up that I would like to inform you..
Timi: cool, should I cook anything?
Me: not gotten my appetite back..but thanks..
Timi: you know I always got your back…
Me: I am grateful,Timi..
The hotel we were going to at Irolu was called "Mother Care". It had been well described in one of the messages seen in the cell Phone. My prayer was that the Police-man hadn't suspected that the phone was with me.
The hotel was hidden by a Rubber plantation, but after a sharp bend along the narrow motor path, it exposed itself in all its majesty. It was not hard locating the Suite that we were looking for. He had registered in the Hotel as Mr Williams. When we got to the door, I told the guys to chill outside while I entered. I knocked but there was no response. It was a big suite so I suspected that the occupant must be far from the door. I turned the handle of the door, luckily it opened. The place was luxurious, the door ushered me into the sitting room, it was unoccupied. So I tiptoed in the direction of the room. I started hearing moans before I got there. The door was slightly ajar so I peeped. Lying on the bed was a man, a very busty girl was riding his face, his tongue smacking in and out of her, she grabbed at her breast in ecstasy, another girl held his dicck in her hand and was sucking it like her life depended on it. The room was dark but the threesome happening was visible. I tiptoed inside the room, they didn't notice as they were engrossed in their activity..i turned on the switch by the wall..
Man : Hey! Who the hell are you?
The two girls sprung up from the bed with their breast giggling as they picked their clothes and ran out of the room..
Me: Good morning Sir..
Man: who the hell are you?
Me: I am Tana, and you are?
Man : Get the hell out of my suite, what kind of rubbish is this?
The foolish man took his time in tying the bed sheet around his waist…
Me: sorry for disturbing your tryst, but what I need to ask you couldn't wait..
He went to the Inter-com…
Man: I will call the Receptionist to come and boot your out of here, I am sure a Police station shouldn't be far away…
Me: don't be stupid..
He was taken aback; his right hand squeezed his grey beard…
Man: Are you mad? Do you know who you are talking to?
Me: Yes I Know, Prof Agbaide.