his crew drove up, followed almost immediately by Captain Akpan. A dead Wike was a big deal. Femi was in Akpanâs car. They walked over to me while Nnadozie and his forensics unit started unloading their equipment.
Akpan looked at me as I took a drag. He did not like smokers. âWhat happened?â
âI was shadowing Stephen Wike. He came out of the store over there. Thompson was waiting for him.â
âDamn.â
âYeah. Thompson pulled out a .22 and emptied half a clip into him. He disappeared into the crowd.â
Akpan turned away and got out his own cell phone, made a call and started giving orders. When he was done, I said, âThompson has to work for Puene. Thereâs no reason for him to be running around killing Okparaâs people on his own. Unless he has a very odd hobby.â
Akpan nodded.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Femi and I then drove back to headquarters in my car. I wrote up a statement, then went up to see Chief. Stella let me in right away. Chief was sitting behind his desk, on the phone. He finished his conversation quickly when I came in.
âChief, I want to bring in Dr. Puene for questioning in the Okpara bombing and todayâs shooting of Okparaâs assistant.â
He eyed me warily. âAre you out of your mind?â
âI think heâs a key player here.â
âI donât have to tell you heâs a powerful man.â
âThen why are you?â
âAm I supposed to laugh? Is there something here that amuses you? Mrs. Karibi is dead, Angus Sekibo is dead, Howell Osamu is dead, too; now Wike?â He leaned back. âYouâre on dangerous ground.â
But he did call Police Commissioner Ahmed Abdullah, to gethis okay to invite Dr. Puene into headquarters to answer some questions.
I went back to my office, got Femi, and we drove out to Dr. Pueneâs house. We found him in the same room as four days ago. An assistant remained hovering in the background.
âGood day, sir.â
His eyes had the same wariness Chiefâs had, but some of his earlier arrogance was gone. âYes?â
I had plenty of ways to say it. âDoctor, weâd appreciate it if you came downtown with us for a while.â
âFor what?â
âJust some questions.â
âWhat about? This does not have anything to do with Okpara . . . does it?â
âSort of. Stephen Wike was shot to death about an hour and a half ago.â
âWhich station did you say youâre from again?â
âState Police Headquarters. Homicide.â
He picked up his phone and punched in a number. If I was lucky, he was calling his lawyer. I smiled. I didnât think so. Osamu was dead.
âThis is Dr. Puene. Yes. Good afternoon, Isaac.â
Femi and I exchanged looks. He was calling Chief.
âSome of your detectives are here. Yes. Yes. They want me to come in for some questions.â Pause. âI see. Yes, of course.â He hung up. Smiling. He turned to his aide. âIâm going down to police headquarters with the detectives here. Iâll be back soon.â
âAre you sure about this, Doctor?â the assistant asked.
âIt will be fine. Iâll be back soon. Just postpone my appointments.â
The ride back to headquarters took about fifteen minutes.The good doctor did not ride with us, of course. He was driven in his Toyota Limited SUV. When we got to the station he acted more like a visitor than a suspect, and everyone but myself and Femi treated him that way. As we came in, one of Chiefâs assistants met usâheâd been waiting patientlyâand took Dr. Puene, Femi, and me straight to a conference room. He told us to wait for the police commissioner, the area commander, my captain, and Chief himself.
I was starting to get a good idea of why Dr. Puene was smiling. Not that I had not already guessed. I told Femi to go back to our office. If I was going to shoot myself in the foot
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