Kelvin a 28 year old young man came down

the stairs into the living room to see his elder

brother, Clement talking to their father, Chief

Obi Patrick. Clement who got married last

month had to cut his honeymoon short by

coming back to Nigeria when the crime rate

increased.

“Morning bro.” Kelvin greeted his elder

brother.

“Hey kelv.” Clement greeted smiling.

“Morning dad.” Kelvin greeted their father.

Chief Obi smiled happily at the relationship

between his two sons. Even though they both

had different characters. Clement is an easy

going person who will only talk when spoken

to. He is an advocate of peace and is ready to

die fighting against corruption, crime and

other social vices which was why he studied

criminology in the university while he was in

the United states.

Kelvin on the other hand is an advocate of

terror, a hot tempered human, he studies

Biochemistry in the university of Lagos. He

was made to study here in Nigeria where his

father, a total disciplinarian will be able to

monitor him. But despite his bad boy attitude,

he still remain the apple of their father’s eye.

“Dad, I need to go. My attention is needed at

the station.” Clement announced.

“Is it about the killing along Allen avenue?”

Kelvin asked.

“Yeah. I’ve gotten the lead on it and we’ll do

the briefing today then we proceed to nabbing

the man. I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”

Clement said picking up his car key.

He proceeded to give his younger brother a

hug and off he left the house.

Kelvin left the living room deep in thoughts.

“This guy is good at what he does. I pray my

track is covered. I killed Kingsley with no trace

left.”

He entered his room where he knelt down to

say his prayer.

He brought out his gun and held it close to

his nose.

“You’ve been keeping me and you continue to

keep me. On my life I pray.” He said the short

prayer and kissed the weapon before going

into the bathroom.

Chief Obi on the other hand was left in

thought with Clement’s revelation.

He picked his phone and dialled a number.

“Hello Maleek. You are doing the wrong job.”

“How sir?” Maleek a notorious terrorist

reported to have come from Sudan asked.

“You know my son is a policeman and he is in

charge of Kingsley’s murder. He is almost

through, all that is left for him is to nab the

suspect.”

“Keep your calm sir, my boy who did the job

is the perfect man for the job.” Maleek replied

assuringly.

“What’s his name?”

“Danger-kelv is the name.” Maleek replied.

“I’ve heard so much about the boy but am yet

to meet him.” Chief Patrick said.

“He is faceless.” Maleek replied.

“I got it.”

Chief Patrick heaved a sigh of relief as he

picked up the television remote control and

tuned in to a news channel. Coincidentally,

Kingsley murder was being said. Chief Patrick

gave a short laugh.

“We got it covered. Yot got a wrong lead.” He

mocked.

———–_

Inspector Clement drove into Area F-command

police station premises at exactly 9:55am in

company of two other policemen, Sergeant

Mike and Detective Okoro. A policewoman

approached the three men.

“Inspector Clement?” She asked.

“Yes. You must be?” Raymond tried to

recollect as he looked at her not too large and

not too small chest but there was no name

tag on it.

She was dressed in a police vest which has

the word POLICE inscribed on it.

“Ngozi.” She helped him out of his misery,

“Oh! don’t mind me, I forget things easily

these days.” Clement

replied.

“And these are your men I guess.” She said

ignoring his proposed humour reply.

“Yeah! This is Detective Okoro, bronze

clearance and this is

Sergeant Mike, level four clearance.” Clement

replied.

In the police force, clearance level is very

important and it is

measured from level one to five and Bronze to

Diamond. A newly employed police college

graduate gets level one clearance on his first

day at work and after his first year he gets the

level two provided he/she was involved in

some memorable field work but if he/she is

not a field operative he’ll get level two

clearance after his second year or at worst

third year if his work rate progression is low.

On promotion to the post of a constable, he

gets level three and coporal gets level four, a

detective gets level five something he shares

with a segeant even though few sergeants

have bronze level while the Inspectors and the

DPO

divisional police officer

as well as the

Public Relation Officers are entitled to the

Bronze clearance. The SP

supritendent of

police

and his assistant are entitled to the

silver level, the state commisioner of police

gets the Gold clearance and the Inspector

general at the federal level gets the Diamond

clearance.

Detective Okoro is a thirty year old policeman

filled with intelligence

and several years of experience close to a

decade. He has this

distinctive ability to scrutinize with his eyes

and suspect an

individual and if interrogated, he is either the

wanted criminal or he

has a skeleton inside his cupboard. One thing

about him is his pride, as a result of his

wonderful track downs he has done over the

years and the commendation he has recieved,

he felt he was the best policeman in the state.

Sergeant Mike on the other hand is a young

policeman, humble and a perfect gentleman

that he is. He has been commended for his

wonderful service since he joined the force five

years ago and has been tipped for a post in

the federal police office.

“You are welcome sirs. This way.” Ngozi said

and led them into the

police station building.

Clement loved working with these tow men

because they make his work

easy. Instead of handling a case and going

one at a time they go three

at once each of them playing different roles

and arriving at the same

juncture.

“Lets go in guys.” Clement said to his men

and they followed Ngozi.

As the four police officers walked along the

corridor young police

officers were throwing salutes at Clement who

once served in this

particular police station as a young police

sergeant before he was

transferred to the headquaters shortly before

he became an inspector.

Ngozi turned left and opened a door and the

three visiting policemen

filed into the room.

“Weldone Ngozi.” The man commended.

“Thak you sir.” Ngozi saluted and the man

eased her with a wave of

hand.

“Who am I seeing?” Clement?” The man

dressed in his complete

police uniform exclaimed.

“Burahimo?” Longest time pal.” Clement said

as the two men

embraced eachother in excitement.

Burahimo and Clement joined the force at the

same time and their

progression over time was uniform. At the

time they both got their

sergeant badges, the then DPO of the Area F-

command recommended Clement

for a transfer to the headquaters and the

transfer was effected two

months before he got his inspector badge. The

headquaters has since been

enjoying Clement’s expertice as one of the

finest police officers in

the state.

“We are all working together on this case and

I strongly believe

we’ll get to the root.” Burahimo began shortly

after exchanging

pleasantries.

“Most definitely.” Clement replied assuringly.

“Ngozi, you’ll work with Okoro here on the

detective aspect of

this case while Clement will work with his man

Mike and you all report

to me directly on progress made. Understood?”

Burahimo explained.

“Yes sir.” They all replied with the exception of

Clement who is on

the same level with Burahimo but working

under him because Area F is

spearheading the case.

“Ngozi, fill these men in on how far we’ve gone

on Mr Kingsley’s

murder.” Inspector Burahimo said.

TBC ...............