Another thought struck her mind. To avoid another police vehicle showing up from nowhere, she had to change her car somewhere she’ll ensure did not get full coverage by the security cameras. That would take some more time but it was the best thing to do if she really wanted to stop the police from disturbing her.

Her eyes met with a car she could change to as she approached the curve into the road which would lead her to the flyover. The driver had put on the trafficator and was also taking the same route. She had to act fast.
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‘The guy came in to get some data from us,’ Mr Sylvester explained to Dakolo as he stared at Steve’s image in the device. ‘He was from a private investigation firm and he had the seal on his ID card. We allowed him access the information he needed and he was here for more than four hours.’
‘What information did he come to get?’ Dakolo asked.

‘The footage of a crime scene which happened some years ago,’ Mr Sylvester answered briefly.
‘And did you see to it that it was the only thing he did?’
‘Yes, I even had one of the staffs with him. This one,’ he said, pointing to Dayo who was standing behind with his back against the wall very close to the door. Dakolo was partially seated on the arm of Mr Sylvester’s visitor’s seat, holding his device for Mr Sylvester who was also standing, leaning against his table to see what was being shown to him. The other two officers were standing a few distance away from Dakolo.
Dakolo and the other officers turned to see Dayo who Mr Sylvester was pointing at. ‘Did you watch him closely at all times?’Dakolo asked Dayo.
‘Yes sir, I was in the room with him…’ Dayo began but stopped in fear as he remembered that they could find out later that he left the room at some point. ‘I left for sometime to make him think he’s got some space while I monitored him from my office.’

Dakolo turned to Mr Sylvester and gave him a questioning look, as if to ask if Dayo was making sense; if it was really possible for Dayo to monitor from his office. Mr Sylvester understanding the look, nodded in agreement.
‘But did you notice anything about him?’ Dakolo asked Dayo.

‘Not really sir, except for the fact that he’s loaded with uncommon softwares and applications.’ Dayo replied.

‘Did you?’ Dakolo turned to Mr Sylvester.
‘Ermm… Notice anything like what?’
‘Anything strange, did he act like he had another motive or aim here?’
‘Nothing but he desperately tried to sell me some softwares I wasn’t interested in buying, that is however a common trait of most hungry developers, there was nothing else.’ Mr Sylvester answered.

‘So you think he’s an hungry developer?’
‘He behaved like one.’
‘Why did you have him escorted out of the facility by your security men?’ Dakolo asked.
‘He was too desperate to sell his works and was causing a nuisance already.’
‘Okay,’ Dakolo said and paused for a brief moment. He stared at the screenshot again and then swiped to one which showed the kidnapper’s face again. ‘Please check again, are you sure you’ve never seen this person before?’ he said, showing the shot to the NSCC chairman again.


Mr Sylvester stared for about ten seconds and shook his head in negative. ‘I don’t recall ever seeing him anywhere.’
‘It’s obvious that this person knew that the private investigator was coming here because according to the footages your department in our headquarters have shown us, the kidnapper’s vehicle have been waiting for him outside. And it is also looks like he was also expecting an attack because he didn’t return to the place he parked his own car.’


There was silence for a brief moment.
‘Ermm…’ Mr Sylvester wanted to say something but stopped and hissed. He squinted and shook his head in hesitation, as if considering what he wanted to say again.
‘Did you just remember something, Mr Sylvester?’ Dakolo asked, raising his eyebrows and gesturing in a way to encourage him talk.
‘Yes, but I’m not really sure if it makes sense.’ Mr Sylvester said and hissed under his breath again.

‘Just say it out first,’ Dakolo urged.
‘Well, at a particular point in time before he started acting like an hungry developer, he sounded like Henry E.G,’ Mr Sylvester paused to see the reaction on Dakolo’s face. Dakolo had also squinted, focusing his eyes on his face with full concentration. Mr Sylvester continued, satisfied that Dakolo was showing interest. ‘His voice sounded alike and his choice of words were similar to Henry E.G’s but they do not look alike in anyway. I just think that Steve could have learnt somethings from Henry.’ Mr Sylvester said.
There was another brief silence. Then Dakolo turned back to Dayo who was also looking thoughtful. ‘What about you, did he sound like Henry E.G to you?’
‘I really did not pay close attention to his voice, but playing back now, I can say his mannerisms and the way he worked was similar to Mr Henry’s. He had the keyboard placed on his laps when he wanted to type something much and even bent the screen to himself when he was reading for long.’ Dayo gave his reply.


‘Oh!’ Dakolo nodded thoughtfully, trying to connect what the two NSCC men had said. ‘But it wasn’t Henry right?’ he asked. Both men nodded ‘No’.
‘But did you observe if he was makeup or not? Was the colour of his fingers different from his face?’ Dakolo added, directing his questions to both men.

Both looked lost for a minute, trying to get a reply to Dakolo’s questions from their minds.
‘I don’t think there was any makeup,’ Mr Sylvester said and Dayo nodded slowly in agreement. ‘It was his colour, I think they just possess a lot of things in common, I will definitely not miss Henry whenever I see him.’
‘So you’re saying it’s not Henry?’
‘I don’t think he is,’ Mr Sylvester replied.
Dakolo turned to one of the junior officers behind him, ‘I want you to check on that private investigation firm for me, find out about any of their staffs called Steve who was sent to the NSCC today.’ he said to the officer who saluted and sprung to action immediately. ‘Be fast about it,’ Dakolo added as he watched the Officer take the name of the firm in a piece of paper.

Dakolo turned back to Mr Sylvester and sat properly on the seat, he waited for Mr Sylvester to also take his seat. He was about to say something when his phone rang. ‘Excuse me please,’ he said before answering the call. ‘Officer AB, what’s the progress?’

‘Sir, this is officer Tracy.’ a female’s voice sounded instead of AB. ‘Officer AB has been shot. We lost the car and we’re waiting for directions from the office, we’ve also requested for an helicopter to enhance our search.’
‘Who shot officer AB?’
‘The lady in the car,’ the female voice replied. ‘She’s more dangerous than we thought.’
‘D--n it!’ Dakolo cursed, clenching his fists. ‘I can read your location from my device and I’ll be with you very shortly,’ Dakolo said and ended the call. He sprung up to his feet and adjusted his shirt and belt.
‘If that Steve happens to be Henry E.G or connected to Henry E.G, then that lady we’re pursuing after must be Samantha Osman or connected to her.’ he said aloud, although speaking to no one but himself. He offered a quick handshake to Mr Sylvester who had also gotten up from his seat. ‘Thank you sir, please do not hesitate to reach us with more information.’ he said and hurriedly made his way out.

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