Murder At St. Lucas Hospital 18

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Isaac had taken his squad to a restaurant in a quiet part of town. Over lunch, they discussed their case. They had spent the morning interrogating the staff who were doing the morning shift. It took a long time as they had to stop on occassion to allow them attend to patients.

DSP Amina began, “This case is tough. I have a list of 10 people who visited the hospital that night yet, I believe that security man is hiding something. He shakes like a leaf when anyone passes by him. He has not told us all he knows.”

“Should we take him in and ‘convince’ him,” one of them asked.

“It is too early for that,” Isaac objected. “Let us go and interview his mother first. I am really curious about her.”

“What do you think about the nurse Kasarachi? ” Insp. Garba asked.

“Classic bimbo! She can’t see beyond the two mountains on her chest and she won’t let anyone see beyond them either,” Amina snapped.

“I doubt she has the guts to kill anyone,” Isaac agreed. “She may have colluded with someone but she lacks the killer instinct.”

“Dr. Korede is greedy,” an officer pointed out. “Could he have killed the boy, hoping to be made M.D in her place?”

“He is high up on my list of suspects. Even though he was off duty that night, he knows the hospital like the back of his hand. He either sneaked in or convinced the security guard to keep his name off the books,” Isaac agreed.

“Matron Ngwanu is another weird character. ”

“I dislike that woman. She may even be diabolical.”

“She just rubs you the wrong way,” Isaac agreed with his men. “I actually heard her laugh at the nurse who suggested that they pray for Dr. Veronica’s release. She said something to the effect that she deserves everything she is going through. ”

“Imagine that! She must be a snake,” Amina cried.

“A snake capable of murder or a dog whose bark is worse than her bite?” Isaac asked.

“I wonder if she stands to gain anything from Dr. Veronica’s removal. She will never be made the M.D,” Garba said.

“No, she won’t but she would have the pleasure of punishing a fellow woman, one far younger, prettier, with awesome prospects,” Amina muttered.

“Jealousy as a motive?” Isaac mused aloud.

“Or just menopausal symptoms? Hot flashes?” one officer joked.

“That woman is still praying for a husband O,” Amina laughed. “She will fight you if you suggest she is menopausal.”

“Garba is single. What do you think, guy?” Isaac teased.

“Lead me not into temptation, Supo! That woman can beat me sef*!” Garba protested.

The squad laughed. A waitress came to clear their plates. It was almost 3pm when they decided to head for white sands where Edet had lived with his mother. They needed her testimony to tie up a few loose ends. Only the corporal among them would go in his uniform. He would interrogate Mayen and give them a list of probable suspects. The rest of them would change into mufti and sneak into the settlement in the evening. By mixing with the residents as guests rather than as cops, the squad hoped to access information they would never have volunteered otherwise.




Sup. Jang was at a remote hotel where he lodged his mistress once a week. He was waiting for her in the room as she was running late when he received a message on his radio instructing him to turn on his phone as the Inspector General of police was trying to reach him. He turned on his phone and it rang immediately.

“Sir! Good evening sir!” he saluted. “Why has your phone been off all day?”

“Battery problem sir!”

“Release that doctor in your custody immediately. Order from the former Senate president, Mokidi. If you have any case against her, pursue it but don’t arrest her again. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir! All correct sir! Thank you sir!”

“And buy a new phone. If all the money you make from illegal check points is not enough, borrow from your wife.” He ended the call unceremoniously.

Jang let out the breath he had been holding as he dialled the most senior officer on duty at the station with trembling hands. He was not sure he would be able to spend the night at the hotel as he could feel his heart beating loudly. Perhaps his blood pressure was rising again. He remembered his doctor had warned him to stay off performance-enhancing drugs but he continued to buy them behind his back. His mistress was 21, beautiful and vibrant but he had to cancel their appointment to save his life. On a whim, he decided he would head to his doctor for a check up; just as soon as he made the call.




Chapter 14


Nwaka heaved and puffed as he climbed the small hill behind the church. It was a small building, the walls stopped halfway for rods to make up the space between them and the roof. It was large enough to seat two hundred people, clean and airy. A large banner at the front with the prophet’s picture proclaimed ‘Holy City Prayer Centre’. He had passed behind the banner to access the door to the prayer hill. A group of four people were gathered there singing and praying loudly. One man had what looked like official documents in his hands, waving them about as he prayed; probably for a contract to be approved. Mrs. Metu was squatting on her heels to one side of the group, a picture of Veronica on the ground before her while she rang a small golden bell. She was saying, “Three days from today, let the gates of that cell swing open for my daughter to escape!” over and over again.

Nwaka approached her and tapped her shoulder. She opened an eye and spied it was him. Rising and pulling him away from the group, she put a finger on her lips to tell him to be silent. They were back in the church building when she spoke.

“Nwaka, O gini? (What is it?)”

“Aunty doc na-akpo gi na phone. O si mu bia kpo gi (Veronica wants to speak to you on phone. She asked me to get you.”

“O gwula? (Is that all?). You should not have interrupted. I must fast and pray for her release.”

As they spoke, the phone Nwaka held in his hand rang. He saw it was Veronica calling and handed it over to her mum.

“Ada, how are you? Don’t be afraid. The prophet said you will be released three days from now. He is doing dangerous prayers for you. Right now, he has ascended to a special mountain. When he comes down on the third day, you will be set free and all my enemies will be put to shame,” she said reassuringly.

“I am at home, mum.”

“Yes, I stand in faith with you.”

“I am not standing in faith, I am in my room. Daddy had to send Nwaka to get you cause I have been calling for a while now. Please go home. You need to rest.”

Mrs. Metu was dumbfounded. She could not speak for a while.

“Mom, aren’t you happy for me?” Veronica asked.

“Ada, your father will kill me!”

“O gini? (What is it?)”

Before she replied, she moved away till Nwaka was out of earshot and lowered her voice.

“I took the ten thousand naira he kept to pay the boy who brings us feed for the fish, Chukwuma. The prophet asked for thirty thousand naira per day for the prayers. I already gave him twenty.”

“Mummy! Why do you have to pray for prayers?” Veronica was incredulous.

“Ada, my own was discounted O! The man who came for a government contract, his prayers cost one hundred and fifty thousand.”

“This is good business!”

“Ada! Don’t say that.”

“Mummy, I will send you the money so you can replace it but on one condition…”

“What is that?”

“You will never go to that prophet’s church or call him again. If I hear you went, I will tell dad that you took his money.”

“Ada, why are you doing this to your mum? O kwa mu O (Remember it is me),” she pleaded.

“I have to put down my foot mum. Stay in your own church and pray to God, he will hear you. Jesus did not commission prayer contractors.”


“If you have agreed, I will transfer the money now.”

“Alright, I have agreed. Please, send thirty thousand. You know I spent that money to help you. I need it for some things,” Mrs Metu pleaded.

“Ha! Mummy! You now want to collect all the money from me?” Veronica laughed.

“Ada e ji eje mba! (Daughter who makes me proud) . Wait, do you really mean you are free? Praise the Lord!”

“Yes O, God is great.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that?”

“Let me take a seat. Tell me everything.”


She settled in a seat. Nwaka sank into a seat behind her. He could tell they were not leaving any time soon.




Jeff and Bobby had dropped Veronica off after she was released. It was an emotional moment when the officer called her and told her to get her lawyer to sign her release forms. She had let out a whoop for joy, not minding who was listening. Her companions hugged her, praising God with lifted hands. They called for Barr. Obi who sped to the station and did his part. It was a joyful group that made for the parking lot. Kome bid his colleagues bye as he joined them outside. They stood by Jeff’s car and sang a song of thanks. Barr. Obi was not a man given to showing so much emotion but he did stand by nodding as they sang. He offered Kome a ride home while the rest left together.

Bobby did not go in and neither did Jeff as they had so much to do, having spent so much time away from their usual routines. Veronica knelt on the floor of her living room when she got in, dropped her bag and burst into fresh tears of joy. She was still there singing and praying when her phone rang. Concluding shortly, she checked who had called and found it was Toyin.

“TY, I’m home! I was just released,” she rejoiced.

“Praise the Lord! I didn’t see it coming, though I was praying for it.”

“Isn’t it amazing how we have faith for something but are still taken by surprise when it comes to pass?”

“Thank God that God does not let out doubts limit him. Wow! Tell me how it went down. Who ordered your release?”

“I was not told. Barr. Obi said it was a high level politician but wouldn’t disclose who. God bless him, whoever he is.”

“God bless him and bless his lineage!”


“Who is with you? Has Jeff left?”

“He had to go home. You can imagine how his life has been put on hold for two days.”

“VeeVee, you know say the guy don win election be that sha*? I don’t know what else we are praying about O. This is the one we were waiting for.”

“My sister, I no too pray anything again. Those who observe lying vanities forsake their mercy.”

“Beni! You are on point. Let me start selecting fabric for your wedding. His family lives in Lagos, right?”

“Let us get this case dismissed first. I promise to let you plan my wedding. ” Veronica laughed.

“He proposed?”

“What? Just go and sleep. I think you have been on call for too long.”

“That’s true. I haven’t slept in forty-eight hours.” Toyin yawned.

“Later, then,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, Sis. Cheers.”




Isaac and his squad were at white sands disguised as civilians. One of them had gone ahead and interviewed Mayen, Edet’s mum. He gave them a report and advised them on who and who needed to be interrogated. They moved in that evening, singly. Isaac dressed as an electrician, carrying a case of tools. DSP Amina disguised as a trader. She wore an apron similar to that which traders wore so they could stash their earnings in the pockets. Her stake out was a local salon where she claimed she wanted to wash her hair.

Garba and the other officer hired wheel barrows, wore muddy slippers and tattered clothes and made for the drinking joint. Over drinks, the men listened to the gossip. They encouraged those around them to drink while they played with their drinks. Soon, tongues were loosened. Deftly, they changed the topic from how badly the government of the day was treating the masses, to Edet’s accident, hospitalization and death.




In the next 2 posts, the mystery will be solved. This is your last chance to predict the outcome. Any “I knew it!” at the end will be treated with ‘suspicion’. Lol

Cheers, Dr. N


38 thoughts on “Murder At St. Lucas Hospital 18

    Ruby said:
    September 11, 2015 at 11:18 am

    Good to hear we are rounding off in two weeks. I can’t wait.

    I have my nose sniffing Doctor Korede.

    Hope N said:
    September 11, 2015 at 12:48 pm

    I suspect Dr Korede (prime suspect), Abel and Kasarachi. Matron Ngwanu is a bitter woman but I don’t think she’ll go to the extent of murdering Edet. That security guard needs serious scrutiny.

    Let’s see how it goes sha…… Well done Ma

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 4:54 pm

      Your suspects r noted. Cheers

    Fola said:
    September 11, 2015 at 1:38 pm

    Edet’s father! May I add “irresponsible too? He has become my suspect too.

    Dr. N, if possible, please combine the two posts and make it one……

    Well done Ma’am. God bless you

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 4:55 pm

      Fola! How many times did I call u? Lol

    kutekce said:
    September 11, 2015 at 2:08 pm

    You are a good storyteller. Right now there are many suspects! Well done ma

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 4:55 pm

      Thanks for d compliment

    Susan said:
    September 11, 2015 at 3:21 pm

    The lengths mothers can go for their children…..
    LMAO @ “discounted prayers”. Thank God for Jesus!
    Dr N, I can’t fit predict anything oh. I still have my eyes on Kasarachi helping the twins out, so she could be ‘wifed’, but right now……you haff turned this to an Agatha Christie novel.
    Thanks plenty. 2 more weeks to go……yaaayyy!!!

    P.S – Just realized that as this ends, my Friday afternoon entertainment will end, unless you start another novel immediately 😦

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 4:56 pm

      Well done @start another novel immediately.

    Olori said:
    September 11, 2015 at 4:11 pm

    well, Veronica is getting married to Jeff. Veronica’s dad already knows his wife took the money. Its either Dr Korede, one of those twins or that menopausal matron that killed the boy or the boy could have actually just died.

    Those two rascals of twins might end up in jail wen they step on the wrong toes

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 4:56 pm

      Lol @menopausal matron

    jcsgrl said:
    September 11, 2015 at 5:50 pm

    Yo I no fit prekdit ooo…this ashion don pass me

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 6:41 pm

      Kpishaun! Ashion film

    exceptionalstar said:
    September 11, 2015 at 5:56 pm

    Will you teach me how to write so beautifully?

    Anonymous Chick said:
    September 11, 2015 at 8:27 pm

    Kai ! Can’t predict oh! Sha know that the security guard is hiding something. From the previous post, DJ Kinnow could be the killer. He possibly molested the boy and then killed him mistakenly or intentionally to prevent himself from shame.

    Looking forward to it. How far Buchi? Has Veronica officially dismissed him? Lol

    Thanks for your great write ups doc.

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 12, 2015 at 6:24 am

      Buchi waka that day that day

    Jedidah said:
    September 11, 2015 at 10:48 pm

    Dr. The mystery is yours to unravel. She’s home now!
    Please don’t forget that Sup. Isaac’s wife is yet to put to bed. Then the preparation for the wedding and the romance in between (@_@)
    -* because you’re a darling

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 11, 2015 at 11:16 pm

      Hahahaha! See prayer request.
      Too funny

        adaeze said:
        September 12, 2015 at 6:03 pm

        Yes na, we join our faith to decree that Dr N. shall give all the juicy details. Shebi na you teach us how to pray in faith? πŸ˜›

      thegracedmisfit said:
      September 11, 2015 at 11:40 pm

      I join my faith with yours for this prayer request! Dr N do the right thing please.. We even want to know what sup. Jang’s doc told him, Haha.
      I don’t want to predict the outcome causally, lemme think on it first.

        drnsmusings responded:
        September 12, 2015 at 6:21 am

        U even want to know what sup. Jang’s doc… lol. Privileged info

      E' said:
      September 16, 2015 at 1:06 am

      Correct girl
      Esp the wedding plus some romance afterwards biko

        Jedidah said:
        September 16, 2015 at 2:16 pm

        Mummy KD, correct woman!
        Romance is the main thing

    dnddyon said:
    September 12, 2015 at 5:56 am

    That praying prophet wu kwa ezigbo onye oshi…
    nawa o!

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 12, 2015 at 6:20 am

      Business man I na-ekwu. Lol

    adaeze said:
    September 12, 2015 at 6:09 pm

    This has sure been one exciting series with life-changing lessons especially the spiritual ones. I for one am seriously praying for spiritual gifts oo. They definitely make living in this sinful world much easier… More grace to you ma, may God strengthen your pen ministry.

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 12, 2015 at 8:15 pm

      And yours Adanne. GBU

    Anonymous Chick said:
    September 14, 2015 at 8:38 am

    Re-read this and mehn power pass power sha! See how Sup Jang immediately complied and even thanked the IG sef! He should pls not have heart attack oh lol

    As for that prophet, he is possibly chilling somewhere sumptuously and the others think he is on some special mountain fasting and praying.

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 14, 2015 at 6:40 pm

      Power pass power my sis. Even satan get senior

    Frances Okoro said:
    September 14, 2015 at 4:52 pm


    E' said:
    September 16, 2015 at 1:08 am

    Waiting to say ‘I guessed RIGHT’


    E' said:
    September 16, 2015 at 1:10 am

    But really tho, my continuity game has been off. I only recall Jeff and The good doc. Hehe
    Can’t wait for it to be done and I will sit and enjoy it start to finish without interruption….

    Well done ma…

    Anonymous Chick said:
    September 20, 2015 at 6:15 am

    Hey doc! Hope you’re good? You’re behind schedule with the posts nau…… πŸ™‚

    Been refreshing my page for too long

      drnsmusings responded:
      September 20, 2015 at 6:20 am

      Up right now. Apologies

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