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    Donwalter
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    Wanna share this stories here.

    ADVENTURE, EDITOR’S PICKS,
    SERIES, THRILLER / SUSPENSE

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    :::DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET:::

    Note::: Story by LORDJOSH.
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    The story consist of (20) Episodes.

    Just one click::::::

    Episode 2b&3

    Episode 4&5a

    Episode 5b

    Episode 6a&6b

    Episode 7

    Episode 8&9

    Episode 10

    Episode 11

    Episode 12

    Episode 13

    Episode 14

    Episode 15

    Episode 16

    Episode 17

    Episode 18

    Episode 19

    Episode 20

    Episode END

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    Am too eager too read this man…

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    :::DEMONS ON CHURCH STREET:::

    >>>EPISODE 1<<<

    Story by LORDJOSH
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    The night was cold and windy, it
    was a good night to kill. He had
    watched her for two weeks and
    he knew she was coming, she
    always did. The road was
    straight and clear, he would see
    her long before she came close.

    He held his palms against his
    cheeks, holding his trembling
    lips with his thumbs. He was
    standing under a tree just after
    the bridge he was sure she was
    going to cross. He smiled, it was
    very cliché; the boogie man
    always came from behind a tree
    in the dark. No cars were
    passing, he did not expect any
    to, he could not afford any
    witnesses and he would have
    none.

    A shadow crept into the
    horizon, his heart skipped a
    beat; she was coming. The cold
    was gone and he began to
    sweat. His lips still trembled and
    now his teeth were joining in
    the freak-out party. Calm down,
    she’s just a woman – a girl. He
    pulled his hood lower, he could
    not make any mistakes, it had to
    be that night, he had waited
    long enough.

    She was getting closer. He
    shoved his hands into his
    pockets to keep them from
    falling off, he could not scare
    her away. She was getting
    closer. He inhaled deeply as the
    wind blew the scent of her
    cheap perfume on him. She was
    very close now, her heels clicked
    as she moved towards him.

    She was four feet away when
    he stepped out from behind the
    tree.

    “Hello babe.” He whispered
    trying his best to hide the
    tremor in his voice.

    She jumped when she saw him.

    “Hey, why na? You scare me,
    wetin you want?”

    “You know what I want, the
    question, do you have it?” He
    answered, moving closer to her.

    His heart was racing. It is
    happening!

    “See you, do I have it?” She
    staggered backwards, he could
    smell the alcohol. It did not
    matter, she would do. “If you
    get the money, you fit get
    anything you want.”

    He brought out a wad of cash
    and waved it, she stumbled
    forward to take it but he pulled
    back.

    “Nope, not until your job is
    done. Let’s go.” He held her by
    the arm and led her to the bus
    he had packed not far away
    from his pick up point. She
    climbed into the bus and
    slumped into the seat. He closed
    the door behind her and locked
    it. He went round the vehicle
    and climbed into his seat.

    It had taken many years, but the
    night had come; Diana would
    have her sacrifice.

    The light stung his eyes as he
    opened them, Adam Ademola
    shielded his eyes with his right
    hand and pulled himself up from
    the sofa with his left. He rubbed
    his temples, they banged in a
    way he had never experienced
    before. He was used to waking
    up with headaches, but the pain
    he felt at the moment
    threatened to split his head. He
    reached for the television’s
    remote control, the sound
    coming from the television was
    going straight into his head. He
    put the television off and threw
    the remote on the table.

    He stood up and knocked over
    an empty bottle as he staggered
    towards the refrigerator. There
    were a number of empty bottles
    around the sofa, the splintering
    head was not a surprise. He
    reached for the top of the
    refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of
    aspirin and popped three
    tablets into his mouth. He picked
    a bottle of water from the
    refrigerator and gulped the
    whole bottle.

    He had promised himself he
    would not wake up like this
    anymore, but he had kept the
    promise for all of three days
    before he picked up the bottle
    neatly tucked away in his car.

    Idiot! He had no idea what time
    it was but it did not matter, he
    was going to bed.

    His phone rang and he jumped,
    stumping his toe against the
    table. He cursed and snatched
    his phone from the table.

    “What?” he screamed into the
    phone.

    “Sir, you need to come to the
    office now!” Who is this fool?

    “I don’t need to do anything.

    Who is this? Whoever you are,
    know that you have lost your
    job.”

    “Sir, this is serious, you need to
    be here.”

    “Look here, nothing serious
    happens in that office. Whatever
    it is, it will have to wait.” He
    ended the call.

    He sat heavily on the chair
    making it squeak. He placed a
    finger on a vein that was
    threatening to pop on his neck,
    it was probably a foolish idea
    but he needed some scotch.

    His phone rang again.

    “Why are you disturbing me so
    early in the morning?” he said in
    a barely audible whisper.

    “Adam Ademola, it is Eleven
    A.M.” What! “Are you hung-over
    again? Anyway, you need to be
    in the office. You have any
    doubt, well turn on your TV.

    Your girlfriend is on.”

    He threw away the phone,
    picked the remote and switched
    on the television.

    “This is the first murder of this
    kind that this city has seen.” She
    was still pretty even when she
    was reporting a murder. She
    was not his girlfriend, they had
    had a brief relationship but it
    had ended for years. “It looks
    like a ritual killing but the police
    are yet to comment on the
    murder. We will come back with
    an official police statement in a
    few minutes.” The reporter said
    and her pretty face gave way for
    a bank commercial.

    He switched off the television
    and headed for the bathroom,
    he really needed to be in the
    office.

    One hour later he drove into
    office of the Crime Investigation
    Bureau of the newly formed
    Kwara State Police Department.

    The guards saluted as he drove
    past the gate, he ignored them
    and pulled into the carport.

    Reporters had gathered and
    were waiting for him, they
    identified his car and were now
    rushing towards him. He had
    taken a couple more of aspirin
    pills before he left his house. His
    head still throbbed and he had
    difficulty looking at anything for
    more than five seconds before
    he felt dizzy. His sunglasses
    covered his sunken red eyes, he
    had to hide them, the journalists
    would have a field day if they
    knew he was hungover.

    He stepped out of his car,
    supporting himself with the
    door of the car. Immediately
    microphones were shoved in
    his face.

    “Mister Ademola…” a journalist
    started

    “Detective please, Detective
    Ademola.” He corrected the
    reporter.

    She smiled and continued.

    “Detective Ademola, do you
    think this is a ritual killing?

    Should the people of the city be
    worried about this?”

    “I would normally not comment
    before full investigation has
    been conducted but I would like
    to say this, the fine people of
    this city have nothing to worry
    about. Whoever did this will be
    found very soon and he… or she
    will be brought to justice. We
    don’t care if it is a ritual killing,
    we will put an end to this soon.

    Thank you very much.”

    He turned, picked his I-pad from
    the car and closed the door.

    A ritual killing? He had not had a
    serious case of murder since he
    became head of the CIB. He
    would take his old job back with
    a huge ‘thank you’ but no one
    was offering it to him. His head
    still ached, he had planned to
    drop in, make his appearance
    for the sake of the press and
    pass the case to the nearest
    deputy. It did not look like he
    could walk so easily.
    He entered into the office
    building feeling like a stranger.

    People were huddled in offices,
    the murder was making the CIB
    agents go bonkers. Adam
    smiled, at least they were going
    to work for their pay. He
    removed his sunglasses as he
    entered his office, followed
    immediately by his assistant. He
    had reassigned four assistants
    before he had found the perfect
    combination of angel and devil
    he wanted in Tola Dosumu

    “Are you crazy Ademola? A
    murder like this happens and
    you decide to sleep in?” She put
    her balled fists on her waist like
    a mother scolding her ten year
    old.

    “Dosumu, you do realize I’m
    your boss right? I can fire you
    anytime I want.” He answered.

    He set his I-pad on the table and
    sat on the edge of the table.

    “Who got killed? Why is
    everybody going crazy?”

    “You know what Ademola?

    Maybe you should fire me, I can’t
    put up with this. You realize I
    am not your secretary, I am a
    cop who is unfortunate to be
    your assistant. You are the head
    of the CIB, yet you come to work
    anytime you want, usually
    drunk.”

    “I’m not drunk.” He replied
    looking away from her. His head
    still pounded, the sooner he was
    done with the murder
    nonsense, the sooner he could
    return to his house and his sofa.

    And my bottle. “Okay, I had a
    few drinks yesterday, I’m sorry
    Mom. Can we move on now?”

    “Yes, we can. That file…” she
    pointed to the blue file on his
    table. “is a summary of all we
    know about the murder. I’ll be
    in my…”

    “Dosumu I said I’m sorry.” He
    jumped from the table and
    grabbed her hand. “Come on,
    why are you so angry this
    morning?” They had a weird
    relationship, he knew they did
    but he was content with it. She
    had saved his butt more than
    once, while he had done all that
    was humanly possible to drive
    her crazy. “You know it’ll take all
    day to read that file, just give me
    the main points.”

    “Okay, I don’t know why I do it
    but I forgive you. First, you need
    to take something for the
    terrible headache I’m sure you
    have right now.” She said,
    walking towards his
    refrigerator. She opened it and
    brought out a bottle containing
    some kind of green liquid. She
    poured some into a small cup.

    “Drink this and let’s go meet the
    pathologist.”

    He squeezed his face as he
    drank the liquid. He had no idea
    what it was but he knew Tola
    would not poison him. God
    knows he deserved it, but she
    would not hurt a fly.

    “Alright, let’s go see the
    pathologist, hopefully he has
    something to tell us. You need
    to see the body also, some crime
    scene pictures too would help
    you understand what everyone
    is freaking out about.”

    Okay, ten minutes at the
    pathologist’s then I’ll go home.

    He had never been in the
    coroner’s office, it was new, one
    of the last additions to the CIB
    building. It was very unlikely
    that he would be visiting the
    office or the lab very often, he
    was the boss, he could read all
    their findings in a file – or have
    Tola read them to him.

    He sneezed; the smell of fresh
    paint irritated him.

    “Bless you sir.” The coroner
    said. He was a queer one, the
    coroner. He had learnt a few
    things about the man a few
    minutes after meeting him. He
    was young – too young, eager
    to please and knew his stuff.

    “Thank you Doctor. How about
    we move to the lab? I prefer if
    you showed me instead of
    telling me all these stuff. I have a
    tendency to forget, something
    Dosumu is always eager to
    remind me.” The coroner smiled
    nervously, Tola just rolled her
    eyes and looked away. She
    definitely has respect issues.

    “Alright sir.”

    Five minutes later, Adam was
    standing in the lab waiting for
    the body to be rolled in. Tola
    had bailed, he was on his own
    she had told him. From what he
    had been told, he knew the
    body was cut up really bad.

    “Here goes sir.” The coroner
    annouced as the body was
    rolled in. Adam stepped back
    and held his breath as the
    covering sheet was removed. He
    swallowed, even though the
    body had been cleaned, it
    looked worse than it did in
    print. The face had been
    untouched, the limbs had not
    been touched either but the
    torso had been cut. The cut
    started from the navel and
    ended in between the b-----s.

    The flesh had been uncovered
    revealing the inner organs,
    according to the reports Tola
    had read to him as they moved
    to the lab, the liver was missing.

    “Well, I have seen it now“ He
    stilled his stomach, he was a
    detective now, he had to get
    used to mutilated bodies. He
    looked at his watch. “What can
    you tell me about this? Sick
    b-----d cut her alive?”

    “That was my first thought but
    then when I opened her up, I
    caught the distinct smell of
    almonds.”

    “Almonds? Wait, that’s cyanide
    right?” The course in
    criminology might not be
    wasted after all.

    “Yes, very good sir, very good.

    The scent made me check for
    other signs of cyanide
    poisoning, it wasn’t difficult as
    the body was already open. Her
    blood – what was left of it was
    bright red and her organs had a
    reddish hue. So my guess is, the
    killer poisoned her first and the
    cut is postmortem.”

    “Wow, the killer is really a sick
    b-----d. Have you seen this kind
    of stuff before?”

    “No, definitely not. I’m hoping
    this would be the last.” Adam
    nodded and looked at his watch
    again, the dead body had not
    helped his headache. “Will you
    be running this investigation by
    yourself sir?”

    “That’s a good question, I
    don’t…” His phone rang cutting
    him off. It was State Chief of
    Police.“Hello sir.”

    “Ademola, are you still at home?

    You cannot afford to maintain
    your old habits in times like this.

    You realize how important this
    case is, don’t you?”

    “Sir, I am at the coroner’s office
    and I do realize how important
    this case is.” The old man was
    just as freaked as everybody.

    The press no doubt would be
    on his neck.

    “Okay then, you must realize
    with the attention this is getting
    from the press, you are the lead
    investigator. We need to assure
    the public we have our best
    people on it. You, Ademola are
    our best people.” The old man
    sighed.”God help us.”

    Adam looked at his phone,
    shook his head and slid it in his
    pocket.

    “Looks like I’m lead detective on
    the case after all. I hope this is
    just a stupid careless killer who
    can be caught easily. I have no
    intention of seeing you again,
    no offense.”

    “None taken.” The coroner
    answered and bowed his head,
    he looked hurt. Sorry, seeing
    dead bodies isn’t my idea of fun.

    The sooner the case was closed,
    the better. If the criminology
    professors were to be believed,
    the crime scene was probably
    the next place to visit. But first
    he had to get Tola.

    “What are you watching?” Adam
    asked leaning into Tola’s office
    through her open door.

    “Come in if you want to know.”

    She answered without taking
    her eyes off the television.

    Adam walked into the office,
    pulled a chair and sat next to
    her.”What is this?” He pointed at
    the television.

    “Remember the accident
    involving the governor’s
    daughter? It happened about
    three months ago, well the
    press is digging it up again.”

    Adam looked away from the
    television, his throat felt dry, he
    needed a drink.

    “Are you okay?” Tola was
    looking at him with her
    penetrating look. He had seen
    the look more times than he
    could bother to count.

    “Yes I am. The chief just called
    me, I’m lead detective on the
    case, that means we – you and I
    have a lot of work to do. Work
    that is not fixing my life, actual
    police work.”

    “You think I’m trying to fix your
    life?” She chuckled. “That’s not
    even remotely true. I would love
    to, but it’s impossible. No mere
    mortal can fix your life.”

    “I’m going to pretend I didn’t
    hear that. We’ll be going to the
    crime scene, there might still be
    some clue left, something
    spectators have not destroyed.

    But let’s go over what we know
    already.

    “Okay, we know that the victim
    is a young woman, probably
    early or mid twenties. We don’t
    know who she is yet, but she
    doesn’t look like a rich girl, she
    hasn’t been reported missing
    too, that’s got to mean
    something”

    “I like the sound of serious
    Adam. You’re right, she’s not a
    rich girl – well she might be but
    get this, she was a commercial
    s-x worker.”

    “A prostitute?” He groaned and
    held his head in between palms.

    “That’ll make this even more
    difficult. You know where she
    plies her trade?”

    “Coca-Cola road, that’s where.

    You realize you are going to be
    speaking to a lot of hookers,
    right?” She laughed.

    He did not find it amusing, he
    had to forget about going
    home, he would be talking to
    hookers instead. He could
    postpone that though, the crime
    scene would be less depressing.

    “Where was the body found?”

    He asked as he walked out of
    the office.

    “St Andrews Anglican Church”

    “Say what?”

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    >>>EPISODE (2a)<<<

    Story by LORDJOSH
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    Ese Johnson stopped in front of
    Adam’s office and took a deep
    breath. She straightened her
    skirt and smoothened her hair,
    she was not nervous but seeing
    Adam again made her heart
    beat slightly faster. Of course
    she had made no time for her
    heart, today she was a
    journalist. Maybe some other
    day she could afford to be an
    ex-girlfriend.

    She was about to knock when
    the door swung open. A woman
    carrying some files in her hand
    stood in the doorway, the
    woman frowned when she saw
    her.

    “Hello, can I help you?” The
    woman asked.

    “Hi, my name is Ese Johnson and
    I’m here to see Detective
    Ademola.” The woman smiled,
    her name must have meant
    something to her.

    “Is there a problem?”

    “I…” She started.

    “Who’s there?” Adam called
    from inside, cutting her off.

    “You may go in.” The woman
    said, moving away from the
    door. “Your girlfriend is here to
    see you.” She called out to Adam
    and left the office.

    Adam stood up behind his table
    as she walked in.

    “I am your girlfriend? Is that
    what you’re telling everybody?”

    She asked with a smile.

    “Don’t mind Tola Dosumu, she’s
    my lovely assistant. Married,
    unfortunately I might add.” He
    replied with a childish grin. “You
    are welcome to the CIB
    director’s office, please sit. And
    wow, you look stunning!”

    “I’m back to stunning huh?” It
    was the word he had used to
    describe her the first day they
    met. Stay focused!

    “Ese Johnson in my office, to
    what do I owe this surprise?”

    “You know why I’m here,
    Detective.” She said sitting
    down. Despite her resolve to be
    distant and professional, she
    could not help herself, he still
    had her swooning.

    “The murder? You too? Why is
    everyone so interested in this
    murder?”

    “Detective…”

    “Hey…hey, why do you keep
    calling me ‘Detective’? Just stop
    it, alright? We don’t date
    anymore doesn’t mean you have
    to become all official.”

    “Detective…” Adam threw up his
    hands in exasperation. She
    smiled and continued. “…this is
    a big case. The city has not seen
    something as gruesome as this
    in years. Everybody is interested;
    the government, the cops, the
    people, the press…”

    “The press? You mean you?”

    Adam asked with a chuckle.

    “Yes, I am- TBC is interested in
    the case and that is why I am
    here.”

    “Okay, what do you want?”

    “We want exclusive interviews
    and reports from you and the
    CIB throughout the
    investigation.” She watched
    Adam for his reaction. He just
    looked at her, he knew how to
    keep his emotions to himself, it
    was one of his biggest
    problems as a boyfriend. Stay
    focused! “Well?”

    “I’m sorry, can’t do that.” He
    replied pointedly, not breaking
    eye contact with her.

    “Common Adam…Detective, this
    is going to be a symbiotic
    relationship, we’ll help you too.”

    “You will help me?” He asked, a
    smug smile spreading over his
    face. “How would you do that?”

    “Okay, what do you know about
    the girl- the victim, what do you
    know about her?”

    “She was a prostitute and she…
    well, she was…” Of course, he
    did not know much about her.

    “So you have nothing. Did you
    know, she was coming from a
    hotel, one she had frequented,
    three times a week for the past
    two weeks?”

    “And you know this how?” he
    asked, arching his eyebrow.

    “We have a crime desk, we
    investigate these things too but
    there are doors that a police
    badge can open that my press
    ID cannot.”

    “Do you know who she met
    with at the hotel? Was it the
    same person throughout the
    two weeks?” Now, he was
    interested.

    “Detective, I came here for
    something- something I’m yet to
    get and you want to fleece
    information from me?”

    “You know you have to give me
    that info if you have it, it’s
    obstruction of justice if you
    don’t.”

    “Wow, you want to play it like
    this Detective?” Adam could be a
    hard nut to crack, but she would
    get what she wanted one way
    or another. “Well, she met with
    the same person but we don’t
    know who that is yet.”

    “Thank you for that info Ese. I’m
    sorry I couldn’t help you but I
    wouldn’t mind getting a little
    help from you now and again.”

    His smugness was annoying.

    “Why did you leave the NTA
    anyway? You had a cool job
    hanging around rich and
    powerful politicians.”

    “Being hit on by filthy corrupt
    pot-bellied politicians constantly
    is not cool, I’d rather chase
    killers, rapists and other non-
    political scum of this world.” She
    said standing up.

    “It’s not a world for the weak,
    be careful.” Adam replied
    without standing.

    “The weak? Is that what you
    think of me, detective? Well, all
    the best with your
    investigation.” Ese said and
    moved towards the door.

    “Hey Ese, I didn’t mean it like
    that.” He said, standing up and
    moving towards her. “I’m sure
    you’ll do great, okay?”

    “Goodbye detective.” She said
    and walked out of the office
    closing the door behind her.

    It had not being her idea to ask
    Adam or the CIB for exclusivity,
    she knew she could hold her
    own against other journalists
    but her boss and her douche
    bag partner thought she
    needed help. She had been put
    in her place by Adam but she
    was going to shock them all,
    maybe even get an award out of
    it all.

    His mind could not leave the
    meeting he just had with Ese as
    he stood in front of St Andrews.

    She still had an effect on him,
    something he had tried not to
    show. The crime scene was less
    depressing than his time at the
    coroner’s or his foolish meeting
    with Ese, the church after all
    was supposed to be a place of
    joy. The body had been found
    on the stairs of the church, the
    pastor had met the surprise as
    he arrived to open the doors in
    the morning. The church
    certainly would not be having
    new comers any time soon. He
    walked around the building and
    came back to the stairs, Tola on
    his heels.

    “This is not the crime scene,
    right?” It did not make sense, he
    had expected a lot of blood. You
    could not cut a body open
    without leaving a mess- except
    it had been cleaned up.

    “Dosumu, did this church folks
    clean up the place?”

    “No, they were told to leave it
    plus the police have been
    guarding this place. It’s become
    a tourist attraction, I’m sure the
    pastor would prefer that they
    entered instead of gawking
    from a distance.”

    “Yeah, I’m sure he would.”

    Adam stooped to examine the
    concrete stairs. There were a
    few drops of blood here and
    there, but there were no pools
    or splatter, things he expected.

    “This murder was not
    committed here, the body was
    merely dumped on this stairs.” It
    made the crime scene almost
    useless, except that it raised a
    question; why dump the body in
    front of a church?

    “I know what you’re thinking,
    why the church, right?”
    Tola
    asked, he nodded and she
    continued. “Come check out the
    photos that were taken before
    the body was moved. The Pastor
    said he did not touch the body
    so the killer must have left it this
    way.”

    He moved close to her as she
    opened the pictures on her I-
    pad.

    “The body does not look like it
    was dumped in a hurry, it was
    done deliberately. See how he
    spreads her leg and rests her
    joined hands on her stomach?

    Ritual killing is what this looks
    like to me.” Tola said, pointing
    to the pictures.

    “That’s interesting, maybe the
    killer is associated with this
    church, let’s go talk to that
    pastor.”

    The parsonage was just behind
    the church, seeing the pastor
    would not be a problem. Tola
    led the way, she had more
    experience with Pastors than he
    had. The parsonage sat
    between the church and a large
    burial ground. Adam cringed at
    the thought of living with so
    many dead bodies behind your
    window.

    The wooden stairs of the
    parsonage creaked loudly as
    they climbed. An old woman sat
    staring into space close to the
    door. They greeted her, she
    ignored them and continued
    staring like she was deaf and
    blind or just could not care less
    what they thought.

    Tola
    knocked on the door and a
    woman he assumed was the
    Pastor’s wife welcomed them in.

    “Wait here, I’ll get my husband.
    Can I get you anything?”

    “A glass of water please. Thanks
    ma’am.” The pastor’s wife
    would probably not be willing to
    give him a cold bottle of beer, so
    water would have to satisfy his
    parched throat.

    Two minutes later, she returned
    with the glass of water and her
    husband. He was quite older
    than her, probably by ten years.

    Adam could not decide if the
    wrinkles on his face were due
    to his age or what he had seen
    that morning.

    “Good afternoon Pastor.” Tola
    was already on her feet, Adam
    joined her. “We are very sorry to
    disturb you, especially after
    what you saw this morning.”

    The pastor shook hands with
    both of them and sat down.

    “You know, I’ve been the pastor
    here for over thirty years and
    every morning – except when I
    wasn’t in town, I would open
    the doors of the church. It was
    something that gave me great
    pleasure, you can imagine how
    horrible it was to find
    something like that on our
    doorsteps.”

    “Yes, I can imagine sir. I’ve been
    told you left the body exactly the
    way you met it, is that correct?”

    Adam asked.

    “Yes, I didn’t move the body, I
    couldn’t touch it. She was naked
    though, so I covered her with
    my jacket before I called the
    police. Do you think it was a
    ritual killing?”

    That was what everybody was
    calling it, Adam could not decide.

    “Well sir, we don’t know at this
    point. Do you know the lady by
    any chance, was she a member
    of your church?”

    “A member? No!” The old man
    looked offended. “I heard she
    was a prostitute, you usually
    don’t find them in churches.” He
    was definitely offended.

    To be contineud…

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    making sense. Ride one

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    Ok, getting ready for the next episode with my alomo and popcorn.

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    Next pls, dis is going 2 be interesting nd suspense filled

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    Nice one,go ahead.

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