shadow of love episode 54

The police were in the hospital just as the guy was wheeled out of the theatre. He only had a few broken bones. The policemen followed the nurses into his ward and handcuffed him to his bed so he won't run away when he wakes up.

PM: Excuse me madam, did you see him give the patient anything?

Me: No. Its either I was late or early.

Pm: Is the patient your husband?

Me: No. No. He's a good friend. But it was his wife who shot him.

The policeman questioning me looked at his colleague.

Me: and she has escaped from prison.

Pm: I believe we're talking about Claire Onuoha?

Me: Yes.

He barked orders to his boys immediately, asking them to post checkpoints all over town.

Pm: We just got information about her escape a few days ago but there was no officer from that station, willing to give us information on that. Please forgive us.

Me: I'm surprised criminals can freely parade the street these days.

Pm: Not to worry madam. We'll report directly to you on this case from now onwards.

Me: Fine by me.

I handed the criminal's phone to him and nodded in appreciation, saying it would help in their investigation.

I dropped my house address with him, bid farewell to the doctor and left the hospital, breathing an air of relief. I would drop by a car wash and wash off the blood stains from my car, stop at an eatery and have a good meal before going home. And once I get home, I'll just tell them what happened at the hospital and nothing more.
I got to my favourite car wash and my "friend" quickly jogged to me and I willingly handed him my key.
He pledged all loyal and I gave him my weakest smile. I checked for my purse and found it under my seat, took it out and left the car wash, after telling him what I wanted for my car. I looked around and saw a cab, flagged it down and was on my way to my favourite eatery, chittis.
We've not rode for five minutes when I saw a guy on a red polo and black chinos flagging down our cab.

Driver: Madam, you wan charter or make I dey pick person?

Me: So long as you'll get me to my destination, I'm good.

He smiled, revealing his set of white teeth before pulling over beside the young man who also had a red boot on his feet.

He got in beside me without saying a word to the driver. His cologne filled the car, subduing mine. The driver himself didn't move. It was when I saw his face through the mirror that I knew he wanted the young man to tell him where he was headed. I looked at the guy beside me who was already engrossed on his phone. I tapped him and he looked at me with red eyes.

Hmmm! This one must have smoked Indian hemp or SK before coming out

Me: You didn't tell him where you're going to.

He said something to the driver who brought the car to life and we started our journey in silence. His phone rang a while later and he picked it.

"Shes gone........ yes. I can't believe mum had to die now that I need her most......... I was there." he sobbed.

"no. I told you she's being sick. Gabriella is with her mother for now........ I put her in the mortuary."

I turned to him as he broke down again. I wanted to hold him, to comfort him, but I don't know him or how he'll respond to such act.

"I don't know where I'm going...... I just want a quiet place..... I'll talk to you later okay?"

He hung up and wiped his eyes with his palm.

Me: Its a pity. Sorry for your loss.
I heard myself say.

He looked at me and nodded, not saying anything.
We got to chittis and the driver pulled into the parking lot.
I looked at the young man again but then, his attention was on his phone, maybe he was telling friends he had lost his mum.
I touched his thigh and he looked at me.

Me: Don't be too hard on yourself. I believe the Almighty knows why it has to be this way.

Again, he nodded. I paid the cab man and got down from the car, wondering if he doesn't speak to women at all