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At this point, Madubene signaled that they should surprise him with an attack. They returned to the hallway and badged into Killer's room. He was chatting away on the phone when they rushed in. He was naked. Before he could reach his clothes to get his gun, they had him pinned down. He kicked and fought hard, but the two of them were too strong for him. Madubene smashed his face with his gun. Then, he pointed the gun at him. If you don’t keep quiet, I will blow your brains out right now,” he warned. “I will make you pay for this,” he threatened. Jariye hit him with his gun and blood began to ooze out of his right eye. “What girl were you talking about?” He asked him. “I will never tell you anything. You will never leave this place alive. I promise you that!” He threatened them again.
Madubene took out his pepper spray, while Jariye gagged him. “I will show you how this works,” Madubene said. He sprayed Killer with the pepper spray between his thighs and his eyes turned red. Pain was boldly written all over his face. Tears dripped from his eyes as the pepper burned him with unforgiving fire. “If you don’t begin to talk, I will spray you more; this time all over your manhood, your ears, nose, eyes, everywhere. I have more in the bag, just so you know,” Madubene said pulling out another can of pepper spray. He moved as if he was about to apply more of the hot spray on Killer and he signaled that he was willing to talk. “If you yell, we will shoot you and run,” Jariye said to him. He ungagged him and they began to question him.
“Who killed Maxwell Iningo?” “I don’t know,” he answered. “Did I mention that if you lie, I will bathe you in pepper spray?” Madubene asked. A streak of sweat went across Killer’s face. He was still burning in pain. “I swear I did not kill him. I had nothing to do with it.” “Then who did?” “I don’t know.” “Spray him again,” Jariye said to Madubene. “Please, I did not kill him. I swear by my children,” Killer pleaded his innocence. “So, who killed Charity Essinba? Who killed Millicent Itere? Who killed Grace Adighibon?” Jariye asked him. “Whenever someone is killed everyone points at Killer,” he answered somewhat sarcastically. “Maybe we should suspect ‘Justice Or perhaps the police when someone is killed,” Madubene replied curtly. Without warning, he sprayed Killer between his thighs again while Jariye covered his mouth. They had tied his hand behind him. He shook in severe pain.
“Who is your boss? Alex Uwadighibe or Peter Iningo or Vincent Elemazu?” “I only take orders from a man called Ijezem Obasinle. He works in the ministry of Finance. He tells me what needs to be done and I get it done. I don’t talk to any of those men you mentioned directly. I did not kill Maxwell Iningo. I did not kill Grace or Millicent. The only person I killed was Charity Essinba.” “Why did you kill her? Who ordered her death?” “I was paid by Ijezem to do her away. I don’t know who paid Ijezem. By the way, he was the one I was talking to on the phone while your two badged in. He must know that something is wrong already. He is very methodical. He moves like a ghost. He looks very ordinary in the office of the Finance commissioner, but he is a very powerful person. I don’t know who asked him to have Charity killed. I guess it was the commissioner or maybe the governor. They both work together, but I don’t know. It could be someone else too. Ijezem works with everyone who is willing to pay good money. Those rich and powerful folks don’t want to be seen with me. They go through him...all of them.”
Jariye and Madubene looked at each other in sheer surprise. They had never heard the name Ijezem Obasinle, but they could not hide their surprise at the fact that he worked with Juliet Iningo. “Have you ever heard the name Jariye Adighibon?” He looked at them morosely. The pain around his loin was still burning furiously. His mouth was hanging open. He nodded. “Who paid you to kill him?” Jariye asked. “I am going to spray you again,” Madubene warned. “It was a different person. I have never worked with her before. I don’t know her name. She paid very well and gave me a picture of a man to be gunned down only after he had entered a certain house on the outskirts of town. My man was to kill him and search him for documents afterwards.” “What documents?” “I don’t know. The woman said to remove every document on him after killing him.” “So what happened?” “My man who got the job ruined it. He followed the lawyer inside the house instead of waiting outside. I am sure he led you to me, right?” “We ask the questions Killer. Who is this woman?” I don’t know her name. She preferred it that way. She paid well and wanted to maintain her anonymity. I can’t even describe her very well. She had some men with her each time we met and she masked her face. I may recognize her voice but I am not sure what her face really looks like.”
Madubene looked at his watch and said, “We had better be leaving.” They gagged Killer once again and tied him to the bed. Madubene opened the door and peered into the hallway. There was no one there. As soon as he stepped out of the room, gunshots were fired at him. He ducked quickly back into the room. Are you hit?” Jariye asked. “I don’t think so.” He checked to make sure he was okay. They were both panting. “Let’s take him hostage and use him to bargain our way out of here,” Jariye suggested. “No, let’s take our chances,” Madubene answered.
He looked through the window and there was no one on the ground. “Open the door slightly and fire at them. Keep them busy while I jump through the window. As soon as I am gone, jump after me.” Jariye fired as many shots as he could and the guards replied his shots. Madubene opened the window and took one more look. Then, he leaped towards ground. A moment later, Jariye went after him. They ran into the bushes and sped towards the wall. Soon, they heard the barking of dogs and more bullets were fired at them. “Hurry!” Madubene shouted as they raced through the bushes. They ran faster as Killer’s men chased after them. They were closing in on them. Madubene could see an approaching Jeep from which the shots were fired. They ran in a zigzagged pattern to make it hard for the shooter in the dark until they reached the wall. Quickly, they scaled it. They kept running until they reached the road. They got in their cars and sped off.
When they reached Madubene’s house, Jariye called Isabell. “Hi Jariye are you okay?” “Yes, how about you?” “I am fine, but something has happened.” “What is it?” “Ozama is missing.” “What? What has happened to her?” “I don’t know. Her mother called to tell me she had not seen her since yesterday. She went clubbing and has not been back since then. It is unusual. She never stays away without contacting someone. Her line is not going through either.” Jariye knew Ozama’s mother. They had known each other for years. He felt a pang of guilt. Did she get killed because she was close to me? He wondered. Is she still alive? “I will call her mother in the morning. It is too late now. But there is no confirmation that she is dead right?” “No, none at all.” “The last time you saw her was she worried about anything?” “No, she was not.” “Okay. We have to pray that she is still alive.” “Have you found anything new?” “I may have found something new but I would rather discuss with you in person,” Jariye answered.
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