Tamie
was in his final year in school reading economics. He loved economics and
presently, in the department, he was known as the best. It was definite like
the daily rising and setting of the sun that he would make a first class.
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Tamie
was a very handsome guy. Girls fell over themselves just to be seen with him.
But having had to work for his degree, he certainly had no time for
frivolities. He believed there was time for everything and female flesh was the
least of his problems.
His
friends, especially his best friend and cousin, had tried to introduce
him to the world of women,but he had shunned him wanting no distractions. For
Justice, he could afford to indulge himself, after all, he was rich. His dad
was the present AIG of the police force.
He
was also his uncle
Right
from when he could remember, it had been drummed Into his ears that he was
living off their good will. His father had left nothing behind. The weather was
dull, it had rained all day. He hated it when the weather turned grey and it
affected his world as well making it grey.
Presently
he was been besieged by memories, memories of a painful past. He was well
built, at 6.2 with broad shoulders, curly hair and very fair skin. One could
refer to him as beautiful. Slowly, he walked to his cupboard and picked up
a picture. He traced the faces with his hands
and
involuntarily his hand went to a scar on his brow Saddened by memories he been
sat on the nearest bed.
His
beloved parents, so rudely taken from him. He could hardly remember what had
happened. He'd been asleep when it all happened, perhaps that was the reason
why he'd been spared and his parents and his baby sister taken from him. He
cried for the dreams and hopes. People said he was just like his father in
everything. In intelligence, manner and built etc. His dad had read economics
and now he was reading the same course. His dad had left this school with a
first class. He knew he was also leaving with a first class. He caressed the
face of his white mother. She looked so young, she had been smiling when the
picture was taken.
He
remembered the day this picture was taken, it was a few months after they
returned from America. Perhaps they should have stayed there. People said his
father was killed, others said it was a fatal accident. The news had been in
the papers for a month before it finally began to die down.
Yes,
his dad had been killed, the autopsy revealed. They had promised to deal with
the culprits.
His
uncle, his father's junior brother, had wept bitterly and swore to bring the
killers to Justice. But its been years and everything has become history. He
placed the picture back on its stand just as the door opened and his cousin
whom he shared a room with sauntered in, smiling.
Na
wetin dey do you now? I've been
waiting
for you," Justice said.
"I'm
sorry Justice, but I told you I needed to sleep so I can wake up in the night
to read."
"Abeg,
forget book first," Justice snapped, opening a wardrobe to change his
clothes. "We are going grooving ... "
"I
don't want to go grooving Justice, can't you understand?" Tamie barked,
moving to his bed, his expression resolute.
Justice
stared at him; a malevolent look of hatred crossed his face so quickly that one
could have imagined it. How he hated this his cousin Tamie. He disliked him so
much but they were friends, infact best friends, but he'd kept his feelings
hidden for years.
"Okay,
I'll just go on my own, you take care," he sneered walking to the door, a
look of distaste on his face as he walked past Tamie's bed. He left banging the
door so hard it left a loud ringing in Tamie's ears. His cousin was always
banging doors, he thought. He never believed he's twenty-three years old.
Incidentally, they were age mates with Justice being his senior by six months.
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Barrister
Collins was the present AIG of police. His rise to the top hadn't been easy,
but he was happy where he was. He was by all standard a rich man. He'd lost his
only brother to a fatal motor accident that had claimed his sister-in-law and
her daughter. He was saddled with the responsibilities of training the boy.
He'd been disappointed when his junior brother's lawyer had told him he
wouldn't get anything from his brother's property. He had made his will water
tight.
"I'm
sorry barrister Collins. The will is impenetrable. Dr. Chuba's words are that
his children cannot inherit any of his wealth until they're twenty
five."
"What!
Twenty-five? How do I take care of Tamie, the only one surviving, until he gets
to that age? Mr. Lawson, I really don't understand," he protested angrily.
"I'm
sorry barrister, but that was your brother's instruction, few months before his
death."
The
bastard! he thought as he shifted a little on his seat, his expression very
thoughtful. As a lawyer, even though he wasn't practicing, he knew his
brother's will was impenetrable. Then he smiled and turned to the
solicitor.
"Just
how wealthy was my brother if I may ask?"
The
lawyer smiled, "Very rich. Your brother was what one would call the modern
day billionaire. He had shares in large corporations in various local and
international companies, he also had properties worth billions. In fact, your
brother believed a lot in investments, especially in shares and properties.
These things are all in trusts. Until his kids get to a certain age, they
certainly can't inherit. I understand only the boy survived?" the lawyer
asked shaking his head, a sorrowful frown on his face. "Your bother was
such a fine man, what a waste to humanity!" he finished.
"Yes,
my brother was killed, and as a police officer, even if it takes my last
strength, I shall hunt the killers down," he swore.
But
of course he knew who his brother's killer was. He didn't need to look too far.
CHAPTER 4
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