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Two Worlds - Season 1 - Episode 57
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Richard was led into the conference room. His eyes crossed with his lawyer’s. The man had stern eyes, the kind a lawyer should not have. Jide recommended him; he should be good enough. Richard made for the table, sat opposite the man and held his gaze.
“Let’s do proper introductions,” the lawyer said. “I’m Mr Victor Bamidele, and I’ll be handling your case.” He held out his hand for a shake.

Richard received the hand. The lawyer’s palm scratched the edge of his. Richard held the hand firmly and allowed the scratch. “Richard Fayemi.”
“The CEO of Erneto Aives,” the lawyer said.
“Yes.” Everyone knew who he was, which wasn’t very good.
“I presume you’re aware you shouldn’t hide any detail from me, no matter how trivial you think it is.”
“I know that.”

The lawyer’s lips remained merged for some time before words fell out. “How was your initial appearance?”
“It went expected. The magistrate appointed a public defender.”
“Any talk about bail?”
“The magistrate said bail cannot be granted.”

The lawyer rested hands on the table and huffed. “Did you commit the crime you’re accused of?”

“Then why are you here?”
“I was found at the scene.”
“I read the file the police compiled. They accuse you of shooting an unarmed man.”
“I didn’t shoot him.” Richard checked the lawyer’s eyes to see if the man believed. The eyes couldn’t be read.

“I trust you are saying the truth, but the police don’t. I spoke with your friend, Mr Echem. He gave me a little review. You seem to be in a tight nook.”

“Not as tight as it seems. There is evidence?”

“What evidence? The phone call of the woman, Ivie?”
“Her testimony would serve as good evidence. Another thing is the police would not see any reason why I would shoot the man.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be enough, but the woman would be helpful. That orchard belonged to the victim. It is a land, and many violence occur based on land issues. The police might take that as the reason you shot the man, and in the real sense, the judiciary doesn’t need the reasons for a crime committed before it takes actions.” The lawyer unfastened his shirt’s first button. “Tell me all that happened at the scene, and how you ended up handcuffed.”
“When I received the call from the woman that her friend was in danger, I learned the crime scene was closer to my domain than the nearest police station and I would be able to drive there faster than the police. I brought out a registered gun which I know how to use, and drove to the scene. I positioned on a staircase landing, scoped the place and found two men engaging in something I would guess a crime deal. One held a gun, and suspicious bags lay on the ground. Soon after that, a woman appeared at the ground and shot one of the men, the same man who held a gun. Ivie’s man.”

“Would you be able to recognize the woman or the other man, who I believe was the woman’s accomplice if you see them elsewhere?”

“The woman is my wife.”

The lawyer’s eyes stood erect and the holes of his nose expanded. “Your wife?”
“Yes. We got married this year, April 6th.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t visited, and I’ve not called her.”
“You put her on your visiting list?”
“I did. I would like to have a confrontational chat with her.”

“Do the police know about this?”
“No, that’s why I have you. I hope on you to convey all the information they need to them.”
“What about your Echem, does he know?”
“No, neither does Ivie.”
“They will know in court.”
Richard did a deep inhale. He would sit in court and be tried for what he knew nothing about. He would sit in a court, face a judge, and be addressed like a criminal. After that, what’s next?

“There might not be a trial if the preliminary goes well,” the lawyer said. “The bullet retrieved from the victim was a 9 mm, a handgun bullet. There was no way it would have come from your rifle, so you have an edge. However, the police believe you might have possessed a handgun, which you probably disposed off on the sound of sirens.”
“Didn’t they search the scene?”
“They did and found no handgun, but they still consider the possibility of you getting rid of it. You are their closest suspect, and this is a high profile case. They can’t throw their only suspect away. They would do anything to keep you on their suspect list, even if you are the CEO of Erneto Aives.” He supported his forehead with a palm and remained like that for a while before removing the hand. “Can you think of any reason your wife would do such a thing?”

“I can’t think of any. I wouldn’t believe if told by anyone.”
The lawyer stared at his briefcase on the table. “What about your wife’s accomplice, have you seen him before?”
“Do you think your wife will agree to all you’ve said?”
“I don’t know that. She shot a man. I don’t know the things she can do.”
“I will convey this information to the police and request she be interrogated. I may try a private detective. Truth be told, I doubt if she will agree to the accusation. She must have heard about your case in the news, and since she has not been here, I can say she has no intention of suffering for her actions. If that’s the situation, then we have a very big case before us, but thanks to the FCID, they would help simplify it. The case might not be twisted as it seems.”
“What is the FCID up to?”
“They got the bullet from the victim’s body and are running ballistics on it. There is no efficient crime lab in the country, so they furthered it overseas to find a gun match. They will eventually see the gun doesn’t match your identity. You’re like a figure, so the police are taking your case more serious than normal.”
Richard’s heart exploded and shredded into fragments. “A gun match?”
“Yes, there’s a way they do it.”
Richard shut his eyelids and held them tightly. He covered face with his hands and sU-Cked in the scorching air.
“That’s supposed to be good news,” the lawyer said.

“I saw the gun my wife used. I think it belonged to me.”
The lawyer’s face narrowed, his cheeks lessened like a needled balloon.

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