A Story written by Purityval
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Seated at a bar a short distance away from the hotel, Sly sipped from a bottle of beer keeping his eyes constantly on the road. He prayed everything worked according to the plan. No doubt he was in love with her and she was with him but, what worried his mind was her safety.
He was still with his thought when he saw the same car that had rammed into them park a little away from the hotel. He watched as the guy stepped out and headed towards the hotel. His mind skipped as he made to follow him but he calmed himself. If he saw him exit the hotel without cuffs and dragged by the SCD, he will kill him, he concluded and relaxed back.
“Ma’am one Mr. Bob is here for you.” The receptionist said into the phone.
“Ok, thank you.” She said and dropped the call before directing him to the room.
As the receptionist made the call to Claire’s room, the agent sitting with his attention murmured,
“I have eyes on the suspect. He is on his way up.”
As she dropped the call, Owel told her to head to the bathroom. She took quick strides into the bathroom without hesitance. Positioning himself beside the door, he waited.
As he took the last stair which led the room, he pulled out his gun and started fixing the silencer. At the door, he knocked and waited for answer. He was focused on the door not aware of the person coming behind him with gun pointed to his head. He was about to knock again when he heard a voice behind him.
“SCD, Drop the gun and raise your hands where I can see them.”
“Damn it.” He cursed raising his hands slowly without dropping the gun planning an escape realizing that he just walked into a trap. As he turned slowly to face the officer, the door opened from behind and Owel came out hitting him on the neck with the butt of his gun. He slumped immediately and became unconscious.
His phone started ringing just as he came out from unconsciousness. Pulling the phone from his pocket, Owel pressed the receiver and placed the call on speaker before the assailant. He corked his gun and placed it on his crouch as a voice came through the phone.
“Have you taken care of her?”
He looked at Owel who nodded to him.
“Yes, done and dusted.”
“What of the guy that is with her.”
“He wasn’t with her anymore. But I made it look like he killed her.” He replied and looked again at Owel who gave him a thumbs up.
“Good job, you will get your balance tomorrow ok.”
“Yes sir.” He said as the call ended.
“Call for back up.”Owel commanded his subordinate and also ordered for a unit to be sent over to 24 Presidential Avenue. I need the area to be secured pending my arrival.
Their joy knew no bounds as they got the supposed good news. They made a toast to a job well done before Bob headed out.Finally everything seemed to have fallen into place for them. He’d called Owel before leaving with Gerald’s car briefing him hastily and telling him to meet him at Paradise hotel as Claire was in trouble just to buy an alibi, if only he knew what awaited him.
He drove into the serene environment of the hotel and practically jumped down from the car rushing towards the entrance. As the door parted for him to enter, he stood awestruck as he saw Officer Owel walking out with Claire with another guy on cuff behind them guarded by another officer. He opened his mouth to speak but the words got stuck to his throat.
Owel pulled out his gun immediately and pointed it at Bob who had stepped back dumb struck.
Pulling out his cuffs he walked towards him reading him his rights.
“Mr. Bob Williams, you are under arrest for the alleged murder of Mr. Williams and the several attempts on the life of Miss Claire Williams. You have the right to remain silent for whatever you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney and if you can’t afford any, one will be provided for you by the state.” He concluded pushing him towards their vehicle securing his hands with the cuffs as the backup they requested arrived.
To Be Continued…