AFTER 168 HOURS [BOOK 2,168 HOURS SERIES]

Chapter 17: An Escape

"This is my problem with you officers... You're so impatient to know the truth." Scorpion rolled his eyes at the D.P.O.
"For now, get me the people I asked for and I'll tell you." Scorpion hissed at him.

"Okay, fine. I'll get them immediately."

Office Bamidele took his phone and dialed Alhaji Musa's number. He was the first person he wants to call so that the issue between he and Humaira would clear. And if he was guilty, he would know that he's definitely exposed. Alhaji Musa woukd have no choice than to run begging at the police station. Well, no secret is hidden forever anyways. Maybe it was time for truth and confessions.

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!

The D.P.O dialed his number, wondering why he wasn't picking up. Alhaji Musa too was in the same state. He was lost in thought... Why would this stupid officer disturb me again? What's it this time. He hissed and finally picked up.

"Hello Mr. D.P.O!" He started with a loud excited voice. As if he was happy speaking with the superintendent.

"Hello Alhaji Musa. Something urgent came up."

"Oh! What is it." His smile drops.

The kidnapper showed up this morning. He said he would confess definitely but he wants you present.

"W...what? He's there with y...you!" He stammered in a low tune, almost peeing into his pant that very moment.

"Yes, Alhaji Musa. I'd call Humaira and Zainab as well. The guy is in my office as present and he's ready to confess.

"Okay... I'll be there in a moment." His lips muttered as his shivering thumb clicked on the end call button.

Not sure if what he just said. Well, for no reason. For absolutely, no reason would Alhaji Musa want to get exposed like this. For the first time in forever, Alhaji Musa felt exposed. He felt opened and wondered who would be at the police's custody. 'It must be scorpion ' he thought and quickly grabbed his phone. In between his dripping sweaty face and the mental torture he was going through, he managed to searched a contact on his phone.

Again, the Alhaji was confused on who to call. His lawyer or the only puppet he has, Mario. He's the only one that can obey his right now but he was confused on what to do. What to act upon and what plan to execute next.

With his heart racing faster within his chest, Alhaji Musa tried to search his contact list for Mario's number. Suddenly, his vision blurred as he tried dialing the number. His hands trembled like someone being strangled. His breath sized as he tried to help himself but the mobile phone on his hand dropped. Trying to open the lockers of his desk, he brought out an envelope. In it were his drugs. Alhaji Musa has been suffering from severe stoke. These last five years, he's been managing to live on God's grace.. well, nobody wants to die, even the wicked.

Alhaji Musa threw a couple of drugs into his throat as he gulped in water and swalled hard. He drank more water and his body rest a bit. Thank goodness I brought my drugs along with me. He clamoured. He rest a bit before picking up his phone. And yes, he failed Mario's number.

Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!!

An electronic beeping could be heard at he other end throughhis phone. It rang for a while before Mario picked.

"Hello Alhaji."

"Where are you?" He started.

"I'm at home. In my house at Lugbe. Hope all is well sir?" Mario asked in confusion.