The tragic tale of brilliant yet egregiously sinister legal minds.
The Kolenis lived in a plush residence in the city outskirts. Robert and Agnes Koleni were two years into marriage having been friends for a decade. They had both reaped large from their legal careers. Robert was a famous defense lawyer specializing in criminal law, while Agnes was a top ranking government prosecutor. Their high flying careers had placed them on a position to handle high profile cases in the country. They were always on opposing sides, given their different job descriptions. In the two years of matrimony, they had not been able to have a child.
One evening as they relaxed on their couches watching television, damning news flashed on screen. A minister’s wife had been found dead at her house that same evening. The bulletin went on to reveal that the minister in question was out of the country on official duty, and was due on the following day. The authorities had labelled him as the top suspect, following uninvestigated claims of domestic violence made earlier by the deceased. Plain clothes police had already pitched camp at the airport ready to take the suspect for questioning. The minister had already declined to comment on the matter, asking for some privacy to mourn and recollect himself.
The news caught them off balance. Agnes understood the ties between her husband and the said politician. They were friends and they had once been to the minister’s house for dinner. Both of them were shocked by the revelation of domestic violence. Robert however, was mischievously acting surprised. The Minister whose name was honorable Jackson Raudhi had once confided to Robert on his fights with the wife. The legal couple finished up dinner and went to bed early in anticipation of another busy day.
He expected it. Early in the morning as he drew closer to his garage, Robert’s phone rang. His wife was still in the house shuffling her court papers. It was the minister and his instructions were simple; an anticipatory bail and a meeting point for further discussions. Agnes came out and they drove out of the compound and joined the traffic to the busy central business district. He dropped his wife at a printing house a few blocks from the court building. He had to rush to the office first before coming back to the same court building. Back to court he filed the anticipatory and an order was immediately granted not to arrest the minister. Robert insisted that the minister would voluntarily tell the police what he knows.
In the adjacent compound, stood a government prosecution facility. Agnes was inside, together with other fire brand prosecutors being briefed on the same case. At the airport, the minster’s motorcade made its way to government building where the minister worked from. With cameras clicking away, he strongly made his way into the office and immediately came out. He left in a huff leaving the reporters chasing after his car. At the morgue, he linked up with Robert Koleni who was now the de facto personal attorney.
Mr. Raudhi went inside for a brief moment with his dead wife. He came out and briefed Robert about the case against him. Robert knew lady justice Wamayu Clarice. She was his colleague at law school. She was the other lady she knew apart from his wife. Her presence back then at law school, court building and her general existence was disheartening to Agnes. She always insecure, suspecting the Robert and Clarice had a thing going behind her back.
Days after recording his statement, Honorable Raudhi was arrested and arraigned the same day. Robert being a hardcore defense lawyer, he secured bail for his client. In the days leading up to a second hearing, Robert and Lady Justice Wamayu caught up at the court building mess. They had late lunch as they did some catch up. One thing led to the other and they finally got to Wamayu’s house at around 4pm. Unlike Robert, she was not married yet and had shown no signs of courting. They were both carried away by the heat of the moment and got down on each other. Being a defense lawyer, Robert was an unorthodox crook. He cleverly filmed the second bout of steamy sex.
Robert met Clarice in her shelf packed office the following morning. The detectives had arrested two other suspects whose DNAs matched the prints on the dead body. The two had also allegedly been in communication with the minister, and the conversations could go viral any minute. This was hard, irrefutable evidence. Robert knew it was time for the last card; blackmail.
Clarice snapped and bent to Robert’s will. On the ruling day, with a shaky voice, Lady Justice Wamuyu shook the country with the most ridiculous judgments in the history of mankind. She hurriedly left the courtroom after laboriously reading the final judgment. She had ruled in favor of the minister, stating that the minister had no motive to kill his wife, and that his phone could have changed hands under any circumstances. Apparently, the prosecution under Agnes Koleni failed to prove the author of those messages was indeed the minister. Robert punched the air as he left the courtroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Clarice was busy scribbling a suicide note. She hated her life. She was sorry for himself. She had struggled to settle to no avail. In the long run, she makes a single mistake out of pure craving and now her career is permanently tainted. Her career was the only thing she held dear. She could not come to terms with how she would leave with all that guilt. She gave in to the pressure and took her own life. Blood sipped out of her cut wrist until she dropped dead.
The suicide note was surely found and it plunged Robert and Agnes in a vicious brawl. Agnes somehow made it to the gun compartment as Robert recovered from the fall he had taken. With grief and shaky hands, Agnes aimed a direct shot at Robert’s head and took him out. She then blew her brains out. The funerals of the lifetime colleagues and brilliant legal minds were slated for the same week. The minister remained insulated with detectives hitting infinite dead ends against him.
Crave kitchen 