Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35
âno one plays with dark horsesâ the men ran out after stabbing him. âdaddy! Daddy!!â Nathan cried, running to his half dead father. He wanted to remove the knife buried in the manâs chest but his dad stopped him.
âtell your mum and brothers i love themâ
ânoooo you wonât die dad, nothing would happen to youâ Nathan picked his phone and called the ambulance.
Sherwood grunted. âRobert maystream, heâŠfind himâŠheâŠ.â the man took the next part of his sentence to the world beyondâhe diedâŠ.
That was years ago, this chapter in Nathanâs life had long been closed. The notepad in his hand, made the memories fresher, flipping through to pages of his life and arriving at a disheartening past.
Hot tears flowed down his cheek.
He found the notepad among his dadâs belongings heâd brought it along with him to his residence, and decided to glance through it after Letty and Jenny left for their dorm.
Being a teenager then, he didnât value the magnitude of his fatherâs last words, the name âRobert maystream â in the notepad rang an alarm. Why did his father mention the manâs name at the point of death?
the manâs home address was on the notepad, he resolved to visit the man, hoping he hadnât relocated.
âwhat the fĂșck!!! Are you crazy? Do you have any idea the gravity of your decision?â Elvis ranted with all genuity he could muster. The car was visibly vibrating to his high-pitch sonorous voice. Fear and undecisive are a short description of what he felt. Nathan told him they were visiting a friend. Heâd happily fueled the car, albeit he didnât know who in particular they were visiting. Theyâd arrived their destination after several minutes, Nathan brought the car to a halt meters away from a house fitting into the address on the notepad.
Heâd deemed it wise to let Elvis in, so he wouldnât be cat among pigeons.
Elvis instantly went cold, his eyes pale and palms sweaty upon listening to Nathanâs story. Someone as bubbly as Nathan went through such a disheartening experience? Unbelievable!
The latter chose to keep the actual cause of his dadâs death a secret, not even his mum knew the truth whole nine yards. He was courageous about meeting Mr. Robert, fear was rattling deep down but he wouldnât let it come afloat, he wanted to know the truth, nothing but the whole truth! His renewed depression and anger was the cradle of his strength. He looked at his friend. â i understand its risky following me in there, thanks for your company thus farâ Elvis looked away, drips of tears pricked his eyes, he felt remorse for his friend, he wished he could help albeit he wouldnât be caught dead meeting a murderer! He opened his mouth to speak but quickly swallowed his words, Nathan was already out of the car. He reclined on a passenger seat, tapped his phone and music revived in the earpiece he was wearing.
Nathan stood akimbo, ravishing the huge bungalow with his hazel sunglass claded eyes. Would a criminal reside in such a popular street? The young dude sighed heavily. He clenched his hand into a fist, knocking the mighty gate. The huge, black iron structure resonated no meaningful sound, rather his knuckles hurt a bunch.
There should be an alternative entrance. Nathan took few steps backward, still studying the well fence building. He caught the sight of an electric bell, plastered on the wall, inches away from the gate.
Nathan pressed the button, at the drop of a hat the gate flung open like it was waiting for him. A youngman with unkempt beard, braided hair and protruded abdomen stepped out. âwhat you want?â he asked in a funny indian accent. Nathan couldnât hold his laughter.
â is Mr. Robert in?â
âMr. Robert? Is he expecting youâ the man toyed with his head like a renowned footballer.
âyeâŠyes. Yes he isâ came the blunt reply from Nathan.
ânobody is permitted to see him, byeâ he closed the gate before Nathan could reply.
Disappointment surged through his skin, heâd never anticipated what happened. He stood there for several minutes then turned to leave. He ran into Elvis who stood there watching all this while.
âi donât think this is proper but, iâd find a way to get you inâ
Nathan smiled sarcastically.
Elvis punched the button, as expected the gatekeeper rushed out, this time he looked furious. âhow may i help you?â
elvis frowned, he approached the partly opened entrance. The gateman was furious, he pushed the latter out, Elvis held his hand, dragging him outside. In the heat of the moment, nathan sneaked in. âyesâ! He chanted, punching the air.
The house looked beautiful, it had fleet of cars and few flowers. The man wasnât in the balcony. Nathan was urged in after several knocks on the oak door.
The same grey haired man sat legs crossed in the living room.
âgood day sirâ he greeted with a slight smile. The man motioned him to seat.
âyoung manâŠ.â
âsir iâm here to see Mr. Robert.â Nathan quickly countered. The old man opened his mouth, smoke poured out of his nose, mouth and ears. Geez! An old man smoking in the room? Where is decorum?
âi am heâ
Nathan gasped. The man wasnât menancing to the eye, however you shouldnât judge a book by its cover. Nathan was mute for a while, brainstorming how best to present his question.
âermâŠsirâŠdo you know any leone sherwood?â
The man was taken aback, he instantly his cigar in a white plate.
âwhat about him?â the old man produced a shortgun from his belt region, pointing it to Nathan. âwho are you?â
Nathan swallowed hard.
âstart speaking or i kill you!â
Nathan was shaking, he was utterly defenseless, the distance between Robert and him was quite much. Seizing the gun wasnât an option. He whispered silence prayers, albeit his eyes werenât closed. The old man smiled in a terrifying way.
âiâŠiâm Nathan sherwood, his sonâ
Robert jerked, his brows were raised. âdid you just say his son?â
âyes sirâ Nathan wondered where Roberts questions were leading to.
âyou think iâm gonna believe that? Whereâs your evidence?â
âi donât understandâ nathan felt like replying but showed Robert his I.D card instead.
twenty seconds were time enough for Robert to verify the authenticity of Nathanâs identity card. It wasnât a flash in the pan fluke. Heâd learnt and had practiced it for over 15 years. Robert worked with the FBI as an investigator.
He dropped his gun, Nathanâs facials was familiar, late Sherwood always sang his praises. He had a passport picture of his family in his wallet. When on field work, heâd always look at it and smile. Robert dropped the gun slowly.
Nathan swam in pools of relieve. His knot tight frown eased to a graceful smile. Atleast he wouldnât die soon.
âlet me guess, youâar digging your fatherâs murder?â
nathan could only nod. Oh god! He silently prayed the old man wouldnât turn out to be a bad guy. What if Robert was his dadâs killer? How was he to act? He heaved a sigh heâd cross that bridge when he gets there.
Robert readjusted his sitting position. The lad may end up barking up the wrong tree. Heâd prove his innocence while he can.
Robert maystream won multiple awards for his expertise at resolving crimes. He was also good at dissolving crises. He didnât achieve this feat alone, his best friend and colleagueâsherwood was a nice companion. Theyâd did everything together until the unfortunate murder of sherwood. It all happened years ago, at the time the president of USA was kidnapped. He was released after a huge ransome was paid. The men saddldd themselves to investigate the culprits and bring them to book. It was herculean, sheer luck glowed on their path, there made significant success. The culprits found out and killed Sherwood as a warning.
âafter your fatherâs death, i investigated some moreâ Robert added to his narration.
Nathan had some reasons to believe Robert. He knew his dad worked with FBI heâd also suspected his death was connected to his job.
âwho killed my father?!â
robert shook his head. âiâve dealt with your kind of cases. The next thing on your mind now is revenge, which i sternly frown at. Iâm afraid the info is a top secret.â
âplease sir, i really crave to knowâ Nathan persisted. Robert coughed. I opened his laptop, and read from it.âthe terrorist group was destroyed. One of them escaped to form a syndicate he called âdark horseâ his name is Adewale, a nigerian. He killed sherwood.â
âwhere is he?â
Robert scoffed. âSomewhere in Nigeria. Donât search for him because you wonât find him â
Nathan smiled. âthanks for your helpâ
âmy pleasureâ
Robert transfered a pdf of the full article to Nathanâs phone.
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