He reached the front door but before he turned the key to open, the intruder coughed from behind. Kyomugendo nearly jumped out of his skin, then turned back, facing the intruder. He tried to regain some composure but was scared all the same.
“What are you doing here, young man? Do you know that...?”
“I would suggest that you calm down. Let us discuss this amicably. We have an hour to do this,” the intruder interjected.
"So what brings you into my house at this hour, in this manner? And how did you get in?"
“I am sorry; it is not for me to answer your questions. It is for me to ask the questions. And I have several that I need answers to.”
Kyomugendo took a step forward and the intruder pointed his CZ-75 pistol at him. “You take another step, you are dead,” he said menacingly.
“Okay, okay. What is it that you want to know?”
“You engineered the kidnapping of my wife. Whatever you intended to do with her, you were mistaken.”
“Who? Me? That can't be true.”
“That is the worst thing any human being can do to me. You touch my wife; you touch the apple of my eye. For your information, as we speak, the two lads you sent on that mission are in custody. They have entered a plea bargain to spill the beans.”
“I can assure you that I had nothing to do with the kidnapping of your son,” Kyomugendo said.
The intruder smiled. "I said my wife, you say my son. That is because you know just too well that you kidnapped both."
The intruder paused and continued without giving a chance to Kyomugendo to respond.
“Tell me what you know about a guy called Kalule. Kalule of Katwe.”
“I know nothing about him. Why ask me about him?”
“He knows a lot about you. He knows that you are a friend of Pastor Sebina Mwesigwa.
“Is that a problem?”
“He also knows that you are a member of the Ministry of Divine Deliverance (MDD). You have occasionally been seen worshipping in that church.”
"Is that a problem?” Kyomugendo repeated. “This is a free country and we have freedom of worship."
“If you knew all that you shouldn't have been going to worship in disguise.”
Kyomugendo, using the back of his hand, wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
“You have no right to question me on my worship.”
“I surely don't. I, however, have every right to question you for allowing Pastor Sebina to leave the confines of his Luzira Prison cell to go and visit a witch in Kibira Forest and carry out other devilish errands.”
“Mmh,” said Kyomugendo.
“Yes. You have allowed him so much freedom. You allowed him to even meet a serial criminal, Kalule of Katwe. Is it not so?”
Kyomugendo remained silent, the sweat rolling onto the tip of his nose.
"You have recklessly downplayed your responsibilities as the head of UATU. It is unacceptable that you could be collaborating with criminals to perpetuate terror in our society."
“But I did nothing wrong.”
“The people you sent to kidnap my wife and son are the very same guys you used to murder Mwalimu Kajunjumele. He was murdered for sharing information that could have led to the arrest of the child killers in Katwe. Is that not enough for you to face the ultimate penalty?”
Kyomugendo, who had been leaning on a bookshelf in the sitting room, slumped onto the nearest sofa.