The next day, Lex and Byron were getting into the car when Lex’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked.
“Speak.”
“Hello, Lexington. It has been a while.”
Lex stole a glance from Byron.
“I’m sorry; who’s this?”
“You have forgotten my voice so soon?”
How could I possibly. Fucking psychopath.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember,” Lex feigned ignorance.
There was a long pause over the line.
“Very well then, it’s god.”
“It took you a while to place a call to me.” Byron eyed Lex across the stirring.
“It is all for the greater good, friend. We want to see you soon; your initiation date has been set. I will send Gbenga to get yo
Inside the dark, a flickering sound and then, light. It was a long silent path way with water dripping from a distance. The walls on both sides appeared to be enclosing on Lex's with every stride behind Gbenga who had resorted to not saying a word after the little heat in the car.He tailed Gbenga until they got to a door. Gbenga unlocked it with a singular key he had brought from his pocket. Lex wondered what was beyond the door. A circle of transmutation? A line of members clad in black cloaks, holding propped candles, cups of blood? Or torture materials. His thoughts faded when he stepped into the warm, well furnished room. A whiff of puzzlement, Lex demanded where this was.Gbenga slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, have your seat.”“Where is he?” Lex crinkled in suspicion, sensing a gleam of deviltry in Gbenga's face and voice.He lapsed into fight-back mo
Inside the mildly cold office, Bob was having Hollandia. His phone’s ring annoyed him. He hated interruptions while he ate. This was the only time he was free of worry, his only leisure moment. He picked the receiver and spoke.“Who's this?”“Bob? Is that you?” Sobbing in the background, familiar voice. “I need your help!”Bob was about to ask who this was, he held himself. The police man in him figured out that it's going to be hard to keep her holding on the line for long unless you hold the conversation. If actually, she's in some deadly situation.“Calm down. Where are you?” Bob's gentle voice settled calm on Olamide's quivering shoulders. She demanded that Bob bring an ambulance.“My friend, he's been injured pretty badly. I think he might not make it.” She told the detective, with an airily fain
The car came to a stop in front of the big gate and Lexington came out, carrying grocery bags with "Hallmark" written on them. He hummed a tune as he opened the small gate with one hand. He was on Nike shorts, shirt, cap, and air max. Funke had called him in the middle of a workout to get some food items for dinner which he had rushed to get. He took every chance he could get to look at her.He entered their little yet airy compound that had an overview of the whole area from the upstairs balcony. He took slow strides, allowing the post-workout blaze kick in, when his ears picked up a rustling coming from the bush nearby.He stopped in his tracks, and turned owl-like, to the direction of the noise.Something was definitely there!The groceries fell to the ground. Lex stealthily moved closer to the well gardened bush and as he got closer, a huge frame stood, towering over him.The
Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex.He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit.Is this an Asylum? He asked himself.Lexington.He searched for the voice. Nowhere.Lexington, why do you ignore my call?Huh? The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them.“Lex?” A voice in the back
Lexington sat Bob down at a table outside his beach house and gave him a glass of wine.Bob Andrews looked at the pleasant wooden house. A product of mordern achitechture. "I tried calling your house in Benin," he said. "Nobody answered. It seem to be avoiding my calls.""I don't want your calls, Bob. To be frank with you I never wanted this visit. But you're here, so let's get this over with. Just don't show pictures. If you brought any pictures, leave them in the briefcase - Funke and Ayo will be back soon.""Is that right? How much do you know about it?""About what?""The Ayodeles."I knew it. Lex thought, always so straightfoward. Lex hated Bob for this. Relentless Bob."What was in The Punch and Vanguard." Lex said. "Two noble families killed in their homes, weeks apart. Ikeja and Ikoyi respectively. Thier killings were in a similar style. Probably the s
LAGOS, IKEJA.Lex drove his car slowly past the house where the Ayodeles family had once lived, and died.The small gate was left ajar, and the LSPD seal blocked the path.He parked his car three blocks away and started back through the dark, quiet night, carrying the LSPD (The Lagos State Police Department) Detectives' Evidence Report in his hand.Lex wanted to come alone. Being with someone else in the crime scene would distract him - that was the reason he gave Bob. But he had other personal reason: Lex was not sure how he would behave, he didn't want someone watching over him, watching his every move.Lex had been to the morgue. At LSUTH. He had been alright seeing the bodies. And the markings on them.The Ayodeles' mansion was situated directly in front of the main road for Abiodun Shobanjo cresent, opposite Fela Shrine.Lex stood in front of the house. The small gate ajar, he stood
1988.Little Lex was just a boy of 13. But he didn't look it. He was way too big for his age, and acted accordingly.His mother was a busy woman. She was always travelling. Leaving Lex alone in the house with enough money to take care of his little needs. Lex was never bothered but he was a social outcast. An introvert.It was during that moment he discovered his father's journals.He was on the verge of commiting suicide, as he was about to kick the chair that held his weight, something called him. It whispered to his little ears. Soft and comforting, it called Lex.Lex followed this voice, it seem to come from his late's dad's room. The room his mother warned that he should never enter. As he turned the handle, nothing happened. It was locked.Lex took a deep breathe, and shouldered the weak door off its hinges. The soothing voice can be heard louder now.It's coming from the bed-drawe
Lagos State Police Department Building, Agidingbi, Ikeja, Lagos.Lex walked into the LSPD building tired, exhausted. He needed a bath. His body oozed of sweat."Welcome. I've gotten all the information I could get on the Late Ayodele," Bob was already talking before he got to where Lex stood. He too smelt like he hasn't taken a bath.God. Lex held his breath, and I thought I reeked."Turns out," Bob continued. "Ayodele's got a criminal record, says our secret archives. He was arrested for robbery at age 19, caught with cocaine by 25, but he later gave his life to Christ and went back to school and completed his higher education. Bagging a degree and masters with honours from the University of Ibadan and University of Lagos respectively."That's not the information I need."You said he turned a new leaf, right? - The church. Tell me about his connection with the church."Lex didn't seem t