Dark Light
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
DARK LIGHT
A ChrisEffe Bliss
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EPISODE 11
Steve, wearing a dark-hued, fluffy, belted bathrobe, stood in the doorway with his hands deep in the pockets of the robe. His feet were encased in fluffy sandals. The look on his face was dark and belligerent as he glared at the four people in the doorway, led by Chief Inspector Jonathan Afful.
“You know this is a violation of privacy, don’t you?” he enquired darkly. “You, Chief Inspector, will be hearing from my lawyers. This situation right here is going to turn into a nasty scandal if you don’t turn around and return from whatever bog you came out of.”
He saw the uncertainty and fear etched on the policeman’s face. Eyram, next to the cop, was still looking very shattered, and she said nothing.
But then, he saw the tall figure of one of the two white men pushing his way forward. As Steve looked at the man’s cold expression and hard eyes, he knew this was the one who had threatened him on the intercom. There was something hard and uncompromising about the man that made Steve uncomfortable.
Rupert brushed past Jonathan.
“Rupert?” Jonathan said softly, his voice filled with caution as he reached out quickly to hold Rupert’s arm.
Rupert Henderson avoided Jonathan’s hand, and then he pushed Steve so hard in the chest that Steve tottered backwards, flailing his arms to maintain his balance.
“Don’t fucking shit with me!” Rupert said coldly. “This house does not belong to you, and as long as Miss Effe Kedem is alive her sister has more rights to be here than you, in spite of your obvious cohabitation. We’re here to take Miss Effe Kedem away, mister. And if you wanna call your lawyers just bloody go ahead and call them!”
Steve regained his balance and glared at Rupert in an attempt at bravado, but he saw that the white man could turn violent with the least provocation.
Secondly, Wailer Vroom had already injected Effe and the deadly drug was already working in her. Nothing could save her now, so if they were insisting on taking her away, that was alright with Steve.
That would even give him more space and freedom to conclude the deal on Effe. But he had to put on a modicum of protest to make his stance genuine.
“Take her away?” he muttered furiously. “Eyram, are you responsible for this? You would stoop so low as go against the wishes of Effe? She chose to be with me!”
Eyram glared angrily at him.
“You’re going to receive your just punishment if you have a hand in my sister’s suffering!” Eyram cried painfully, and then she rushed up the stairs with Jonathan close behind her.
Toby followed them, but Rupert hesitated for a moment as he looked around the living room carefully.
Steve turned away and began to climb the stairs because he did not want to be in Rupert’s presence alone. His antennas were tingling, and he knew that this man, whoever he was, was dangerous.
“Oh, Jesus!” Jonathan said in a muted scream when he saw Effe on the bed.
He could not recognize her!
This woman, full of breath-taking beauty and elegance, the most beautiful woman Jonathan had ever seen, the girl he had fallen in love with at first sight, was now a shell of herself!
Effe seemed to have lost weight drastically!
She was lying still and Lord, her face…her face!
She looked hideous!
Her face was so twisted that it was horrendous!
Her lips were a monstrosity, her eyes a taboo as they seemed to have pushed out of their sockets so abnormally! And her whole face was swollen and out of any symmetry, the face of a gargoyle!
Jonathan turned away with a sob and clamped his hand on his lips.
Eyram was weeping pathetically as she fell on the bed and wrapped her arms around her sister.
“Oh, Ef, Ef, Ef!” she wept bitterly. “You will kill my soul, Ef! I’m here, my sister! I’m here to take you home, and I’ll never leave your side again!”
Effe heard her, and all she wished to do was see Eyram and touch her face, but she could do neither, and so her tears simply fell down the sides of her face.
Toby, Steve, and Rupert entered the bedroom in that order.
“What now, boss?” Toby asked uncertainly. “All of us can’t fit into the car, you know.”
“Eyram, what’s the make of Effe’s car?” Rupert asked grimly. “I saw about four cars outside.”
“She owns them all,” Eyram said as she wiped tears from her face. “But I think she bought one for Steve. She uses the Lexus more often.”
“Yeah, spacious enough,” Rupert said and looked at Steve. “We’ll need the keys for the Lexus.”
“Like hell!” Steve spat contemptuously. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Rupert took a step towards Steve, and suddenly his gun appeared in his hand. He raised it and pointed it at Steve’s head.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Steve said fiercely but there was fear on his face and a sheen of perspiration on his nose.
“Dare me!” Rupert said coldly.
“C’mon, Rupert, man!” Jonathan said with concern.
Rupert glared coldly at Steve.
“For the final time…the keys to the fucking Lexus!”
Steve pointed a finger at the bedside dresser.
Rupert turned away and walked to the dresser. He picked up the key set of the Lexus and tossed it to Toby.
“Take her to the Lexus, Toby,” he said grimly. “Put her in the backseat. You’ll ride with Eyram in the front ‘cause she’ll give you directions to her house.”
“No, I want to take her to my parents’ place,” Eyram said quickly. “Mom would love to be with her for a while. It’s not far from here. You don’t need to come with me, please, Rupert. You have done enough. I can drive.”
“Alright, Jonathan and Toby can go home, but I’m coming with you.”
“I’m coming too,” Jonathan said listlessly.
“Fine,” Rupert said. “Toby, please take her to the Lexus and then take our car and leave. Eyram will drive the Lexus. The Chief and I will go with her.”
“Alright, boss,” Toby said as he approached the bed. “Excuse me, ma’am.”
Eyram got off the bed quickly.
Toby was of medium height, but he was broad and muscular across the shoulders, obviously a strong man’s body. He reached for Effe.
“Gently, please, be gentle,” Eyram said.
“Sure, ma’am,” Toby answered.
As he lifted Effe gently and began walking with her towards the door, Rupert scowled suddenly and got on one knee on the floor. He stared at something just under the bed.
Breathing loudly, Steve walked forward and stared too.
His heart gave a lurch when Rupert suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a small transparent bag with a Ziplock. He opened it, blew into it and used it to scoop the object on the floor. He held it up for a moment and then zipped it up.
“Hey, you fuck!” Steve cried angrily, suddenly galvanized into action by his sudden fear. “What’s that? You can’t take it, dammit! Give it back!”
Rupert looked at him levelly as he held the bag up.
“This is the broken tip of an ampoule,” Rupert said grimly. “Did you inject Miss Kedem with some drug?”
“Fuck you!” Steve cried furiously as he rushed forward in an effort to grab the bag. “I used it, okay? Give it back, you bastard!”
He tried to snatch the bag but Rupert back-handed him sharply across his right cheek, and Steve tottered backwards with a stunned expression on his face.
“Rupert, stop that crap, Jesus!” Jonathan shouted as he rushed forward. “We don’t do that here, man! You can’t enter a man’s premises without a warrant and start slapping him around! You’ll put me into trouble, man!”
“Oh, belt it, Jon!” Rupert said indignantly. “This dude ain’t playing it clean! Look on the floor, man! A bloody silky panty too small for Miss Kedem! Look at the door that leads to the bathroom…do you notice that little pink negligee on the floor? Again, belonging to a smaller woman! And this dude met us in a fucking bathrobe? Shit, there’s another woman here!”
“That’s my niece, you pessimistic bastard!” Steve shouted angrily. “She stays with us here! She was only helping with getting Effe ready for bed!”
Rupert stuffed the bag with the broken ampoule into his pocket and took another step towards Steve.
“You’re a liar, dude,” Rupert said calmly as he walked to stand in the doorway of the bathroom. “Bed wasn’t made! Silk panties on the floor, negligee just inside the bathroom, two pairs of slippers near the jacuzzi. Let me tell you what happened here, Stevie my boy. You were in the bathroom first taking a bath. Little niece comes in, drops her panties on the floor here, drops her negligee inside the bathroom, and you two fucked right over there in the jacuzzi.”
The fact that Rupert had been able to deduce exactly what had happened just by seeing two items of clothing on the floor filled Steve with sudden apprehension. And how had this vile man even known the panties and the negligee were not Effe’s right size?
“What?” Eyram whispered with narrowed eyes. “Elaine Boateng? Your niece whom Effe took in and helped? You have been sleeping with her all along, you goat?”
“No, that’s a wild conjecture from this madman,” Steve screamed defensively. “And I’m going to make sure you rot in hell for this, you bastard!”
“Go ahead,” Rupert said as he turned from the doorway. “Make my day.”
Eyram looked at Rupert with sheer pain on her face.
“Could you be wrong?” she whispered dazedly. “Maybe Steve…maybe it is not as it seems to you. I don’t like Steve, but I don’t really believe he and Elaine…”
Rupert shrugged.
“If it is not Elaine, then it must be some other chick, but definitely that bastard screwed another woman in there whilst the woman he claims to love was lying immobile right here on the bed.”
Eyram screamed in anguish and rushed at Steve but Jonathan caught and held her back tightly.
“Eyram, Eyram, it’s okay, let’s go,” Jonathan said quickly, “Don’t mind that man! If he did such a heinous thing, surely, he would receive his just punishment. Let’s go! Effe is more important.”
Steve Hollison watched with numb fear as they finally walked out.
Lord, why had Wailer been so careless? Why had he left the tip of the ampoule on the floor? Jesus, and that white bastard had it. Oh, Jesus, Jesus!
He descended to the living room and made sure they had left, and then he called Wailer just as Elaine emerged from the corridor into the living room.
Wailer listened quietly to Steve’s tirade, and then he spoke softly.
“Don’t worry, the contents of that ampoule would not show in any forensic query, so that guy picking that piece of glass won’t get anything. Now, did you catch a name?”
“Chief Inspector Jonathan Afful is Effe’s friend. The other two guys were white. The Rupert guy, and a muscled one called Toby.”
“Were the house security cameras on?”
“Yes, Wailer, I believe they were.”
“Good,” Wailer’s deep voice said. “I’ll come over early in the morning to playback the whole incident. I’ll monitor Mr White Boy for now, and if he fucks up, he would definitely have to die!”
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