Chapter 2•
Cardinal Aderotimi Okogie was gunned down during his valedictory service at the St. Dominic's Catholic Church - echoed the indefatigable radio presenter on the early morning F.M news,blaring on the detective's car stereo.
The death of the Cardinal had been the recurring theme on the radio,television and had been the internet sensation for the past 3 days.
More cabalistic and inexplicable, were the findings of dismembered body parts which were later identified as those of Catholic Priests. A lass of about eleven was said to have made the gory discovery when she accidentally stumbled on an arm,while playing on her father's farm just 4 hours after the Cardinal was murdered.
The church was definitely under an astringent attack- a Portuguese Franciscan Priest had told the BBC the day before. A Lebanese nun posited to the reporters that a misguided serial killer may be on the loose. An unknown blogger opined that the much spoked about apocalypse was finally here.
The questions however, that no one could answer rconvincingly were- why was the Cardinal murdered? why were the Priests cannibalised in such a brutal manner ? .
All of these were the reason Detective Greg was on his way to the Murtala Mohammed International Airport by 8:30 in the morning. He was to usher in one of the world's most renowned symbologist and cryptographer into the country.
It was to be a clandestine task and stealth mission, so as not to arouse any form of suspicion. This would be the pinnacle of his career in service , and he had decided to make every good use of it . He donned a well-ironed blue long-sleeved shirt , tucked in nicely into his cream Chinos.
He hopped out of the grey 2016 Cadillac Escalade, and waved at a pale-looking 5ft tall Caucasian carrying a black briefcase at the other end.
He hastened his footsteps, and when he got close enough,he extended his arm for a handshake- 'good morning Mr. Robert Langdon' , 'welcome to Nigeria'. ..
To be continued...
1 comments:
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