Later in the evening my brother came visiting with a flask filled with food, but food really wasn’t what I needed that moment.
“I’m sorry for coming late, i really was held up with work. Dad is now safely home. I spoke with him few minutes ago” he said pleasantly while I ate slowly.
“So what’s up, any breaking news?” he asked when I was done eating. I forced out a smile, thanked him for the food before telling him all that happened earlier in the day. He listened eagerly, frowning when I got to the suicide part of the plan.
“No no no I don’t support that. What’s the detective thinking by suggesting such nonsense. No that’s bad” he said seriously, but before I could answer, detective Jeremiah showed up that moment with a heavy frown on his face.
“I’m afraid I brought more bad news” he said as he stopped before us.
“The Americans are now pushing for the case to be moved to their country” he calmly announced. My brother and I gasped with shock.
“I got a call few minutes ago to prepare and document everything I have on the case. We don’t even have the two days anymore” he explained seriously.
“But that’s impossible!. The murder was committed in Nigerian soil. The trial should be here” my brother protested seriously.
“I think you should take that up with the federal government if you have the right connections. I really had the feeling such a thing could happen but kept it to myself. Our leaders hardly deny the American government anything and this case is nothing different. Seriously many things has been happening which are swept under the carpet without the public knowing” he summarized with resignation.
“But i can go to court. I can stop them legally?” my brother asked seriously. The detective breathed deeply and shrugged.
“Well if you can get the court to sit before your sister is moved out of the country. Then yes you can. But she’s married to an American citizen which somehow makes her an American as well, moreover I learnt her dead husband already procured all necessary travelling papers for her before his death, which makes everything a lot easier for the Americans” he answered.
“Damn” my brother cursed.
“But we still have till morning to come up with something new” he added while I cleared my throat and spoke out for the first time.
“I think I have a plan” i suddenly announced, surprising my brother and the detective with the cold smile which appeared on my face with the revelation.
Of course i had a new plan in my mind. A plan which was nothing close to the suicide attempt the detective proposed earlier in the day.
So what kind of new plan came to my mind that crucial moment??
THE STORY CONTINUES STILL…..