Nigeria's leading story blog. Action Story, There was an underground room; more like a small office with toilet and bathroom down there. He managed to get past the key to open the deep freezer. There was no sign of the Toyota Venza. He kept the gun and returned to his car.
As he bent over to look for dead rats under the cupboards he noticed a square-shaped opening covered with a board that looked like a concealed door to a chamber. He pushed the cupboard aside with great difficulty. Indeed, it was a door. He pulled it open and there lay a door that went downwards to a secret chamber. He had brought a torch with him. He turned it on and began to head downstairs. His heart was playing a scary horror song as it thumped against his ribs. There was an underground room; more like a small office with toilet and bathroom down there.
“So what was discussed between the two of them?” Kizinga asked over the phone. “I don’t have the full details, but I think it had something to do with her siphoning information out of the government house to my boss, Uwadighibe,” the man on the other end of the connection answered. “I see. So, who killed her?” “We certainly did not, unless it happened behind my back. That is unlikely though. I think someone else killed Charity. Not us…definitely not us.” “I will see you at the club this weekend. I will make sure you are handsomely rewarded for your loyalty,” Kizinga promised. “Thanks man! I will see you then.” Kizinga hung up and dialed Chief Elemazu. “Sir, it was not Alex Uwadighibe’s camp that killed Charity,” he announced. “Are you sure?” “Yes sir. My source is very reliable. Like us, they were working with her to get information from the governor’s office. They would not kill someone who was supposed to feed them information.” “This is getting messier. Who killed her then?” Vincent shouted into the mouth piece. “We are still exploring all possible lines of investigation sir.” “Find out what happened to that girl that night. Whoever killed her knows something we don’t.” Okay sir. I will stay on it.” “Good!”