The Journey Unknown( In Search Of An Ex)

Melissa. Melissa.

"Okay, guys. Let's summarize this analysis and cook the criminal."

He measured the footmarks. One stretch of the palm. From the thumb to the tip of the middle finger and the length of the last finger. He jotted down size 36. The person smoking the non-mentol cigarette, his feet size is 36. "You will see how I will fish him out"

He measured the other footmark.

A stretched palm, from the thumb to the tip of the middle finger. One and a half of it equals size 42.

"Let's go," said Don Marcello. " Do whatever I told you.

Back at the station, he gave the IPO money to buy packs of cigarettes, menthol, and BH. He was sure the ash at the scene was BH ash. He gave him money as well for takeaways.

Writer 2 carried the stuff to the cell and stopped outside the burglary proof.

"You inmates have to thank an NGO person who visited. He brought all these. Eat as you want, smoke as you want. No pretense." The writer 2 motivated them. " Eat as you can carry on and smoke your brand. Don't mix, mixing is dangerous to your health. "

Don Marcello smiled as he came." No Marshall today, we are all equal." he said.

He knew the trap would catch the person. As an undercover agent, he spent years reading Sherlock Holmes, but now he is better and more mature. His analysis does not fail, his investigation is a pincher. It pinches the offender even if he hides in Area 51.

"Call these two out," he told the IPO who had come.

Two suspects came out of the cell, the burglary proof clashed back with the old chain and padlock.

"Seat."The IPO brought his register. The two suspects had sat before him.

" Show me your leg. What size do you wear? "

"36"

"And you smoke BH?"

He nodded.

"Your colleague who was dragging the girl was bigger than you. Isn't it?"

He nodded. You were the one smoking the cigarette when he and the girl dragged? "

"Yes. "

"Who shot her?"

"Him"

"Where is him?"

"I don't know for now."

"When did you lose contact with him?"

"After the operation."

"Was it successful?"

"No. Because she did not allow you to rape her."

He nodded.

"Guys, am okay. If you catch his colleague, measure the leg. "

He ran to his car. Oh. My little heifer. I have been away."

He tapped at the screen. She had slept. He was afraid until she opened her eyes. He took her into the curve of his hand.

"Sorry huh?" He removed the top of his of his suit. She collected it willfully and felt the thing inside.

"It is a gun for protection."

"You have a license?"

"Yeah."

The car nosed into the hotel. What he needed now was to take a bath, eat, and chill down with a glass of his favorite drink and a pack of cigarettes. Then plot the next move. For Melissa. Melissa. "

Maria had taken her bath. He then went in. He came out and Maria went to the counter and ordered her favorite--Senegalese jollof and chicken.

And his, guess what? The same Jollof and chicken and two cups of moi moi each.

"Waw! Who and who for all these."

"Eat all. You have been lean."

" Do you think it's insufficient food? "

"Okay. You are thinking of Melissa. I pray you will see her. Would she accept your repentance?"

"Let me just see her"

"You will."

" Good of you. The case will be over tomorrow, just to inform you."

She waved her head and rested herself on the side of his chest. She was sort of sobbing: Without you, who would have saved me? I was thinking of repatriation after jail.

She came to the country two years ago, with an HND in business Management. She intended to have a doctorate after some savings. She knew she would work and learn but she didn't want to put herself into a fix of no work for this month no school fees.

"I promised we would go shopping. Let's go get wears for you."

"You said you needed rest."

"We ain't gonna be long. C'mmon."

It was a sharp buying, they were back. She stayed in his presence to wear the new underwear and the new bra.

She was too shy to say how do I look. She only turned for him to see the back too.

The undie was so tight that her pair of bums spread out.

She turned now and shamelessly asked him am I cool?"

"Quite cool."

She looped her hands over his neck, her face up because of his height. Don Marcello is a big hunk and tall, four inches above her.

Her lips were wet and soft, Don Marcello wedged her back with a great forearm. She was confident she would not fall, confident she was making inroads into his heart, confident he loved her, and happy for all he did for her. Now, as they went to the Mall all eyes were on her as a lucky girl.

She hung herself on him with her legs coiled around his waist.

What will happen tonight? The rain in the sky will fall.

Don Marcello lit his cigarette and felt like crying "Melissa. Melissa."

She removed the cigarette from his fingers and asked " Am I not enough for you?"

What will he answer, what will he do? When will he see Melissa?