Man In Black - Season 1 - Episode 74

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Man In Black - Season 1 - Episode 74

Dé Crozon walked into the LIPD building with a cup of coffee in his hand, taking a sip as he did. He walked through the main floor, greeting and being greeted by the officers he had become familiar with. He walked straight to the office of the Chief of police and was out in ten minutes, from where he made his way to the elevator. He stopped on the first floor and walked to the office of the detective in charge of the case he had been hired to handle, the man who had the Chinese-sounding name. Tobi, it was. He was writing something, but looked up as Clyde entered.
“Ah, good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, detective, how do you do?”
“Fine, thank you sir. Where are those two guys, Segun ati Chukwudi? You said they were coming with you.”

Clyde had no inkling what “ati” meant, but he assumed the detective wasn’t just saying anything, whether it made sense or not.
“Oh, they called to reschedule. They have something slated for this morning. Something about their range, perhaps. They will be available this afternoon.” He took another sip of his coffee.

“Okay, so, would you like to look at our profile before then? I can ask someone to bring it up if you like.”

“Oh, don’t bother. I prefer relying on my own profiling skills,merci.” He took another sip.

“Okay, if you say so. And you don’t have to bother buying coffee next time. We have a coffee maker down in the main hall.”
“Is that so? I’ll keep that in mind. By the way, can you find someone to give me a lift? I want to head over to the scene of the first murder.”
“Sure, no problem. Let me call someone up.” He spoke to someone over the telephone. “He should be ready in the car park in around ten minutes,” he said after he dropped the call.

Clyde spent the ten minutes reading the news on his Iphone 7S. As soon as the ten minutes were up, he stood up.

“I’ll get downstairs now,” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket.
“Yes, sure.”
Clyde took the stairs down, and walked out of the department building and into the car park, scanning the rows of cars for the person that would take him to his destination. He spotted a young man beside a squad car nervously swinging the car keys in his fingers who waved to him as soon as their eyes met.
“Good morning, sir,” he said, bowing respectfully.

“Bonjour to you as well. You’re ready to go, yes?”

“Yes sir.” He unlocked the car and hopped in while Clyde got in beside him. He drove between the rows of other parked cars and into the road.

“What is your name, young man?” he asked as soon as they were clear of the LIPD.
“Kunle, sir,” he answered.
“Okay, Kunley. You are a detective, no? You work in the Homicide division, no?” He nodded. “What do you know about this case? The first murder, to be exact.”