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PROLOGUE

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"How can that guy make that move!" Jeff exclaimed.

"He could have just moved the pawn, waited for the other guy to move his queen and boom!" He clapped his hands together,"it's a checkmate!"

"Why don't you just go there and give them a piece of your mind instead of exacerbating the pain I am feeling right now." Bosun mumbled with a thermometer in his mouth. He was indisposed and hoped watching the chess contest would ease him a little but obviously, it wasn't.

"I would have if the competition was not on the TV!" Jeff said it with all seriousness pointing at the television. He was seriously incensed at the performance of a particular player. The better player was just grinning at the stupid moves of his competitor.

"Ooh! In fact, all these is making me hungry. I need to get some food" Jeff stood up, heading towards the kitchen.

"Wait" he stopped. "What of the rice and beans you cooked this evening?" he faced Bosun. Bosun faced the other side of the room to avoid eye contact with Jeff.

"Don't tell me you ate everything!"

"It wasn't much! Just three cups"

"Three cups! I see why you are sick. Why will you eat three cups of rice?"

"Don't judge me! Leave me alone. Go and cook or make Eba." Bosun said as he picked up his phone.

"Instead let me order pizza" Jeff said as he picked up his phone. Bosun's face brightened up and he sat right. "I will eat o"

"If that is what will heal you, I would rather let you die than give you"

"That shows how much you hate me. God will not give you the opportunity. Yes! Have you heard from the guy that you sold the laptop to?" Bosun asked.

"No. But he promised me tomorrow"

"Okay. We'll see." Bosun adjusted his blanket and removed the thermometer.

"Wow, my temperature is high!"

"Why won't it be high with three cups of rice and beans shoved into your throat! Don't even let me hear anything from you." Jeff said.

Jeff went to the kitchen to get a plate and a drink. He opened the fridge and brought out a cold bottle of apple juice. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.

"Jeff get the door!" Bosun shouted.

" Ok! It must be the pizza delivery guy". Jeff hurried out of the kitchen to the front of the house passing the back door. On getting outside he saw a man wearing a black coat and a drab pair of jeans. The man was facing the back so he wasn't identifiable easily.

"Hey! Guy! Bring it here na!" The man did not move at all. Jeff approached him angrily and tapped him at the back"

"Why are you not with the pizza? Or are you not the pizza delivery man?"

"I am not" the man replied.

"Then who are you and what do you want"

"Something simple......." he grinned " your life!"

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Bosun changed the channel to a movie channel but after about 15 minutes of silence outside, he became suspicious.

"Jeff!" He said and stood up. He kept on calling his name until he went out the back door. He went to the front of the apartment and found a body, lying prone on the floor. As he moved closer he realized that the body was Jeff's.

" Jeff! Jeff! What happened?" He turned him over and was appalled by the sight of his closest friend, battered and scathed badly on his head and torso. Blood was gushing out of his body seriously and he was apparently dead. Bosun could not control himself anymore. He burst into wailing, crying profusely as he carried his friend to his chest. He dropped the corpse and ran to the house, picked up his phone and dialed the emergency number.

"Hello!" Cleaning the tears off his eyes. "Is this the Cleftord Police department? Please hurry! Somebody attacked my friend, we need help!" He cried more and more and put off the phone.

  .....and a little bit of the next part.......

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      The alarm clock of the Detective Joe Smith rang but he was already awake. He just sat on the bed, looking through the window of this condominium. After sometime, he stood up from his deluxe bed, picked up his phone and went towards the rest room. Before he could enter, his phone buzzed.

"Hi, Good morning!" the caller said.

"Good morning, Sophie. Why the early morning call? You don't call often so this must be an emergency"

"Don't humor me please. We just got some information about a murder case at Romic Avenue. Please report by 8:00"

Joe peered at his smart watch. "But this is 7:00 already!"

"None of my business bro...none of my business. See ya!" She hung up. He hurriedly entered the bathroom, took his bath, wore a checkered T-shirt and a pair of brown trousers and hurried into his sports car.

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