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Kakakakaka!!! Gunshots rang out in quick succession. Juliet Iningo ran downstairs as fast as she could. “Help!!!! Chei!!! Somebody help!!!!” She shouted frantically. Her husband, Maxwell Iningo was lying on the floor with blood oozing out of his mouth, neck and chest.  Security guards rushed in. “What?” One of them shouted on seeing Maxwell hanging onto life by a hair’s breath. They carried him quickly into one of the numerous vehicles in the governor’s lodge. A week earlier Maxwell was sworn in as the governor of Agudugba state. He narrowly beat Vincent Elemazu in a tight gubernatorial race to snag the state’s leadership from the ruling party for the first time in 12 years. He had given an eloquent speech at his swearing in ceremony, promising to unite the state, create new jobs for the youth, and improve the state’s infrastructure and educational sector. He was an eloquent speaker, a trait which had endeared him to the electorate.

“Did you see the shooters, sir?” Nzogo Bassey, the governor’s deputy chief security officer asked Maxwell, in an effort to extract any information he failed to survive the gruesome shooting.  He tried to say something but instead, blood gushed out of his mouth. “It is okay my husband. It is okay. Just relax. We are taking you to Lifeline Hospital. Dr. Ishingazu is on hand to take care of you,” Juliet explained to Maxwell in a frantic attempt to reassure him. She was shedding tears uncontrollably.

They reached Lifeline Hospital in no time. The guards quickly hurled Maxwell into the theater where Dr. Ishingazu and his team began to operate on him. “I know this is the handiwork of Vincent. He is finding it hard to accept defeat. I know it’s him. Our political enemies have tried to kill my husband,” Juliet continued to talk to whoever cared to listen. She paced the floor with her hands planted on her head. Nzogo tried to calm her down, but she would not keep quiet. She was in a state of hysteria. Abugu Mabali, the deputy governor had been contacted shortly after the shooting. He charged into the hospital suite where Juliet, Nzogo and some other security operatives were seated as they awaited the doctors’ word on Maxwell Iningo.

“This is the handiwork of our enemies. My goodness! How did the shooter get into the governor’s lodge? There has to be an inquiry right away. This is unacceptable. If the governor is not safe, then, the rest of us are not safe. Where is Dilingo?” He asked in a frenzied tone. Dilingo was the governor’s chief security officer. “We don’t know sir. We have not seen him all evening,” Nzogo answered. “This does not sound right. Is Dilingo involved in this horrendous plot? Could it be that he left to make way for the shooters? And you Nzogo, since you knew Dilingo was not around, how come you were not close enough to the governor? Are you a party to this plot? If you are, your head will roll!! I promise you that!!”

“I would do no such thing sir. I am totally committed to his Excellency. He asked us to stay outside while he worked in the small office next to the main lodge. When he finished, he stepped into the main house and asked us to stay outside.” “He specifically asked you to stay outside?” “Yes sir.” “Wait, I need to call the president. Juliet, have you contacted the chief of police?” “No. I have not even had time to process what happened. This is a massive shock to me. God please save Maxi for me oh!” She still had her hand on her head as she spoke with a deluge of tears cascading down her face. “Nzogo, contact your men at the lodge and tell them to comb the entire length and breadth of the lodge and its surroundings. Calm down Julie. He will survive. Nzogo, send someone to Dilingo’s house right away. Find out where he is,” Abugu dished out orders swiftly. He got on the phone and rang the president. Afterwards, he called the state police chief and the then the speaker of the state assembly.

As if on cue, Dr. Ishingazu walked into the suite just as Abugu was finishing his last phone call. There was an eerie frown on his face. “Doctor, please tell me he is going to be alright,” Juliet pleaded, grabbing the doctor’s robe. “Is he going to be alright?” Abugu asked. Ishingazu shook his head sadly. “He did not make it,” he said somberly. “Ewoo!!! I am dead. How can this be true? Just a week into his term as governor. God, where is thy face?” Juliet shouted. Abugu sank into the couch behind him, with his hand on his head. “This is terrible. He was such a great man. A wonderful person. Are you sure of what you are saying, doctor?” “We tried everything but we could not revive him,” Ishingazu explained. “I am sorry madam. My sincere condolences to you,” he added. Juliet sprawled on the floor and began to shout as she cried profusely. Security guards had to restrain her. They carefully brought her to her feet and helped her onto the couch with Abugu and Ishingazu’s help.

“I am sorry Julie. This is so sad. I have known him all my life from our days in secondary school. This is shocking, but you have to pull yourself together,” Abugu explained to her. Then, his phone rang. “This is the president. How is he doing?” “He did not make it,” Abugu explained to the president. “I am saddened by this. Can I speak to his wife please?” The president requested. Abugu handed the phone to the sobbing Juliet. She cried even more after chatting with the president. “Sir, I have word from the men I sent to Dilingo’s house. His wife thought he was at the lodge. She has not seen him since he lift home in the morning,” Nzogo reported to Abugu. “He has got to be involved. There is no other way to explain this,” Abugu said. Soon, a team of heavily armed policemen was on the hunt for Dilingo across the state. The president sent in soldiers to maintain security across the state. There was so much tension in Agudugba. There was widespread belief across the state that Vincent Elemazu, the man Maxwell had defeated in the election had sanctioned the hit. Vincent went on television the next day to absolve himself of any involvement in Maxwell’s death.

“Please can you put me through to the governor? This is Rasinmi Entebero, the chief of police in Agudugba state,” he said into the phone. “I will put you through right away,” a female voice said over the phone. “Ransinmi, please tell me you have found the killers of my late boss and best friend Maxwell,” Abugu said as soon as Rasinmi introduced himself. He had been sworn in as governor following Maxwell’s death. “I have not solved the case yet, sir, but we have a strong lead; a very strong lead. I have called to tell you that we have found someone who saw Dilingo on the night the governor was shot.”

“Where?” Abugu asked excitedly. “I am leaning towards the idea that Dilingo may have been involved. A lady contacted us saying she saw Dilingo that evening, perhaps about an hour or two before the shooting at Enitona Hotel. The lady in question, a former staff of the hotel told us that he arrived hurriedly, had a chat with someone in a state car before running upstairs. He spent about forty five minutes upstairs as he always did in a suite and then rushed back downstairs, where a vehicle was waiting for him.”

“That is really suspicious. Why would he be there when he was supposed to be with the governor? He was Max’s most trusted security operative. If he had been around, perhaps he would have averted the shooting of Max.” “May be.” “But that leaves us nowhere Rasinmi. Do you have the plate number of any of the vehicles that brought or took Dilingo from the hotel? Or who he was meeting with?” “I was coming to that.” “Fire away! Why reserve the best for last?” “Actually, the lady who contacted us said she has very important information about the person Dilingo met in the hotel. She claims they had been meeting there for months now.” “So who is it?” “She has not told us yet. She wants to meet us in person tomorrow evening to tell us. She wants police protection first and I have promised her that.” “Where is she now? Why is she playing hide and seek? We need answers. Do you think it is someone from Vincent Elemazu’s camp?”

“She would not say much to me yet, sir. She wants security first. She claims she has a lot of information to pass to us. We may be close to solving this case.” “I want to be fully involved Rasinmi. When are you meeting her? And where?” “I have scheduled to meet her at the police headquarters tomorrow.” “Good, that is safe enough. Have you mentioned this to anyone else?” “Yes. Some of my men are aware. They will be on guard to help offer her protection when she arrives. We need to provide a place for her until the case is over, so we need your financial backing to make that happen.” “Of course I will do anything to solve the murder of my best friend. You should talk to Clement Adinrino, the state treasurer in the morning. I will leave him a note to attend to your needs. I am not sure though, if it was a good idea to tell your men about this. We have to manage this tightly. If this lady has information, we must make sure we secure it and solve this case. I have sleepless nights for not being able to find Maxwell’s killers.” “I trust my men sir. They are very well trained and loyal.” “Okay. Get the job done and call me as soon as you have spoken to this lady,” Abugu said with resignation.


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