Category Archives: Mystery/Thriller

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie – 1

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4.


“Hidden truths are unspoken lies.”

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“No one gets a job offer out of the blue. It doesn’t feel right when things like this happen. I mean if you never applied with the company, how did they get your information, let alone offer you a job with them?”

Uduak Dikko-Jack, his sweet mother and an exasperating pain in his ass at the moment, had on her get-her-way sulky frown on and her mouth was puckered up in a displeased pout.

She didn’t want him moving, Stefan knew that and sighed. “I don’t know how they got my details, mum. The HR personnel said I came highly recommended and they want me starting immediately. I can’t turn down the offer, not when they’re paying more per trip.”

“You’re earning just fine per trip right here.” She countered, her sulky pout puckering even more. “In any case, I thought you were considering giving up driving and starting up your own company? We agreed on it.”

“I’m giving myself six months, a year at the most, and its goodbye to Long Haul and welcome to SDJ Logistics.”

“Is that what you’re going to call it?” Ken Dikko-Jack queried.

Body On My Doorstep



I ran into the room and skidded to a stop. True as light, John Doe was gone and the floor was bare of his body. My thudding heart did what could only be called a somersault. It rolled over, in multiple angles, and returned to its unsteady hammering state.

“What did you do with him?” I spun around and grabbed Petey.

“Me?” He struggled with my throttling grip. “I didn’t do anything with him. I walked in here and found he was gone.”

“He can’t just be gone, idiot!” I slapped him. I was panicked and the rush of fear was rendering me incapable of reason. “He is dead and he just can’t get up and stroll out of here. Where have you dumped his body? Where did you take him to?”

“I didn’t take him anywhere, Tec!” Petey yanked my hand off the neckline of his T-shirt and stumbled backward. “I didn’t touch him. You know I wouldn’t touch him for anything.”

Body On My Doorstep



OH Jesus! What are we going to do?”

It was Berlin gasping. But I could barely hear her.

Bloody hell! I was running into the Police—the never-listen, sometimes trigger-happy Nigerian Police—with a dead body sitting right beside me—and his body tilted against mine.

I was so done for! Prison cell here I come!

“Should I turn and we make a run for it, Tec?”

I heard Leye. I heard him but I couldn’t respond. And simply because I couldn’t think.


The pitch of his voice rose and that snapped me of my delirium. “No. Don’t turn. We are close already and there’s a car behind us. They’ll get suspicious if we start turning now.”

Body On My Doorstep



OH yes, I hate today.

I mean I woke up on a good morning, did my usual morning routine and then I walked out to my backyard, only to find an unknown who chose my yard, of all places, to die in. And now I was being hounded by a neighbour who was the mother of all snitches.

I hate today and if the universe didn’t start turning things to work in my favour, we might have another dead body in hand—one that I killed this time.

“Trace, you gave us a bit of a jolt there.” My teeth rattled as I smiled through them. “What are you doing out so late?” It was eleven p.m. and some for heaven’s sake!

“Enjoying the cool night air.” Tracy came down her veranda and towards us. “So your friends are still here? That’s odd. Were you all having a party?”

“A private party, yes.” Meddler!

Body On My Doorstep




THIS day of waking up to trouble was never going to end. And it was turning out the worst day of my life.

“What the hell are you talking about, Petey?” I was on my feet and I felt like smacking him–just for being the bearer of more annoying news. “What do you mean he overturned himself?”

“He’s lying on his stomach right now. I was restless, what normal person wouldn’t be with a dead man in the house?” He gave us a look that said he didn’t consider us normal. “So I decided to take a peep—make sure nothing was going wrong. And there he was right on his stomach.”

I stared at him. “So?”

“He wasn’t lying stomach up when you and Leye dropped him in my room.” Petey stated. “You dropped him on his back, face up.”

Body On MY Doorstep



SHIT! My life has become a boring mire of inconveniences. An uninvited dead at the backdoor and another uninvited tattling neighbour marching towards that backdoor. Really crappy shit!

I ran forward, jerked a fearful-eyed Berlin out of the way and slammed myself right in front of the kitchen door. “Can’t go back there, Trace.” I said and braced my palms against the door frame to make sure.

“And why the heck not?” Tracy frowned at me.

“Because I said so.” I didn’t budge. Didn’t plan to.

“But I need the Ocimum gratissum.”

“The Ocimum…” I pulled back from biting my tongue. Damn botanical terms! “The scent leaf is not there anymore.”

“What! But it was there two days ago. I used it for jollof rice because I was feeling feverish, remember?”

Body On My Doorstep




“TEC, it’s the Police. They’ve come for us.” Petey quivered all over me.

“Don’t be an idiot!” I snarled, then shoved him. “Did you call them?” I will smite him if he’d lost his mind and called the damn Police.

“No, I didn’t!” Petey’s eyes were round with terror and denial. “But they are the Police. Maybe they sniffed us out.”

“Sniffed us…” I gritted my teeth. God save me from this level of stupidity!

“Open the damn door!” The raspy deep voice yelled again. “Open it now!”

“We’ve got to open the door before they start shooting through it, Tec.” Petey was literally vibrating. “I don’t want to be shot. I don’t want to die.”

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