As Franck, Vekov and Jane make their way out of the hospital. They were met with two cops from the police brigade. They were sent by their captain to meet Franck and also to investigate the situation of the child. They were already at the accident scene and were still in the keeping of the bike rider who knocked Anthony down.
Investigations had started and they wanted Franck to give his statement about what actually happened at the scene.
“Mr. Franck Dubila. I am agent Michael and this is agent Lisa.”
The cop introduced himself and female colleague.
“Greetings agents. How can I be of help to you guys?”
Franck greeted and acted gently.
“We`re from the central police station of Makepeville. We would like you to also give us
By 2pm both men arrived the police station as it was arranged. It was the main police center of the city and served as the judiciary police. The captain of the station was regarded with a lot of respect since many judged him clean due to his plurality in handling criminal affairs. He had the reputation of making things transparent and clean. He fought with all his might the spirit of corruption. Thereby contributing to the good image of Makepeville. Franck and Vekov were welcomed by agent Michael and agent Lisa. The two inspectors of police that earlier visited them at the hospital for questioning. Vekov in his faithfulness kept by Franck’s side to assure he wasn`t all alone in this tough moment. As they were made to sit. Agent Michael started questioning Franck on what really happened. “Mr. Dubila. We would like you to give us a clear narrative of what happened, leading to the accident of y
Days went by and Junior was still in his comatose state. Symptoms of hope were still as far as wide. The doctor had advised that they need not be there the whole day beside the kid. The hospital was well equipped enough with qualified nurses to take care of his situation. And if there was any updates, the family would be immediately informed. Though it was kind of hard for the Dubila family. Jane had completely forgotten that she runs her own mini-supermarket. She was the type of woman who wanted to have her own financial freedom. Being married to a very comprehensive man. It was much easier for her to have funds and placement to impose her own savoir-faire in Makepeville. She was a happy woman apart her child`s persistent health dooms. Cracking and twisting the walls of their calamity. Now that her son was again in malady, she had to confine all the running to her immediate assistant who was also an emplo
The Dubila`s mansion was a come-and-see. One of the finest homes in the city. As it was in the outskirt of the busy city. Placed in a flowery vegetation section. A small paradise on earth. An inspiration from the love of cultivation and nature`s odor. Mr. Celestine Dubila the patriarch and the wife and matriarch Rosaline have always wanted to elevate their children in the best way ever. Being from the Nso heritage; their earlier marital lives weren`t of glorious type even though the matriarch was from a well fed background. They had the challenge to build their own empire. So they vowed they would ever do everything within their rich so that their children should have the best of it in life. They wanted it from their own handwork. Soon things started manifesting as they will, their family act took to reality. They became the seigniors of soil cultivation for food stuffs like beans, maize, groundnuts, veget
After his hot tête-à-tête with his recalcitrant sister, Franck returned to his parents with whom he spent some time. Then left for the hospital still over shadowed by the anger of everything that was plaguing his life. While in his car, he called Dorothy. “Hello Lil sis. How are you coping with office matters?” He enquired knowing the whole weight of the management was on his head. But still trusting his sister due to her smartness. “All is fine big bro, just clients who wished meeting you individually. Guess most of whom you`ve started the deal already. But it`s okay. I have brief them on the difficulties you were going through. So it was easy to take things from there with them. And I hope all is going good lane.” Dorothy gave him a summary of all that was transpiring in the
When they got home that day. They were all broken in spirit but strong. A routine each time when they go and see their son in that drastic situation. But this time Franck grew very emotional and wild within himself. Away a bit barbaric in spirit. After some rest Jane left to her business place. Since the incident, she has not gone to her shop. She was always briefed on the trading tendencies. Quite true she had built her business to suit her absence. This, by not pulling all the management and decision strings to herself. The manager could sign the checks when she gave orders. Or when she dimmed it necessary that an action can be taken for the benefit of the enterprise. Her assistant could also assure all the products are replaced and well account for. Jane took to the option of division of labor. The businesses were working in a broad base lane. Reasons being that Jane could profit to be by her son in this times of trial. This is
By the fall of that same day, Franck was already at Ground3, where he was set for any eventuality. He was sound and ready nor matter the risk involved; it was a “do” or die thing, being better to die for some true than to languished in lies adhesion. It was a normal evening as he was dressed all in black. In a black T-shirt, a zip opened pullover with an attached cap behind and a jean trouser all in slim mode. He looked sexy and very dangerous. He picked a black sport shoe to accompany his dressing. He was in an untold combat spirit. When Diego arrived Franck saw he was carrying the consignment. Diego handed a big envelope and the bag he was having to him. “Everything you asked for is in this bag.” Diego assured and continued, “The address, the names and pi
He cruised his way to the address given to him by Diego. It was a journey of about forty minutes. One of the most decisive drive Franck was making at this point and time. He was going to get in contact for the first time with the person that made the call which resulted to the deadly accident of his son. He was bonded by a focus and a mission. He did not want a misconception resulting from incorrect reasoning. He did not want to miss the first steps, because it all crafted the way forward. It was five kilometers from where he was and he was getting closer. As he drove. He looked at the picture on the seat beside him. He could still not make up the face in the picture in his deepest brain search. Who was that? As he looked at it time repeatedly while driving. Then he remembered truth will always be out. He developed the thoughts. And there was no doubt about it. It was part of nature`s law to man.&nbs
So once inside his car, Franck was taken and held by all sorts of melancholic thoughts and strong emotions. Seemingly, Dark Messiah was the one who infiltrated in his family or was in connection with the person. Leaving him to one question. Who was this person then? A slip of the tongue? One thing for sure he had to discover this individual by all cost. Seen from the look of things, he was a well-disciplined 419er and who strives a lot to preserve image. Hiding his face from his own 419 accomplices simply meant, a lot was at stake. Something Franck was bent to demystify mindless of any associated risk. The stableness of his whole family was bent on taking away this individual or this group of rogues. Franck was still in his basin of hallucinations, wondering how this person knew about the money his dad had given them for Junior`s health. The one hundred thousand dollars’ worth check. The disturbing part here, was that t