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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.

 The smell was worse down in the basement. He found a deep freezer which was locked. He went upstairs and returned with a screw driver. He managed to get past the key to open the deep freezer. The rotting body of Dilingo was lying in the freezer. The stench intensified when he opened the freezer. He ran back upstairs and went straight to the toilet where he threw up everything he had eaten previously. There had not been power in Ilungashi for a few days. Before the current outage, power supply had been rather erratic of late. After keeping well in the freezer for several months, the recent epileptic power supply had led to the rotting of Dilingo’s corpse. After Jariye managed to pull himself together, went back downstairs and closed the freezer, after taking a picture of the rotting body of Dilingo. He had brought a camera with him. He searched the room for any form of information that might help his investigation. As he rummaged through the secret chamber, he heard footsteps upstairs. Slowly he climbed back to ground level. There was a man standing at the top of the stairs with a gun in hand. Jariye ducked to his left as soon as their eyes met. He ran through the back door and into the open and sped off into the back yard. He quickly went to his right and scaled the wall.

He could hear gunshots as he went over the wall. He ran into the street, swerved right onto another street and then ducked behind a tuck. He looked around to make sure he had not been followed. There was no one following him. People were looking in the direction of the gunshot. He walked as normally as he could to dispel suspicion. Instinctively, he took his phone and dialed the police. He reported gunshots at the address and mentioned a body in the freezer without mentioning his identity. He had bought the sim card earlier in the day to keep from being traced. He had several more disposable sim cards at home. He had spent some time in the army which imbued him with immense discipline and planning. He circled the area before disposing of the sim card. He walked casually past Dilingo’s secret house. It was swarming with police by now.

He got into his car and drove off. He was careful to check his rear view mirror. At first, there was no indication that he was being followed. Then suddenly, a red Toyota Venza came out of nowhere behind him. Fear crept into his stomach. He placed his foot on the accelerator and thrusted his car into full speed. He went past Zambusa Street and turned right onto Iguabo Avenue. Then, he took another right turn which brought him back to where he had been earlier. There was no sign of the Toyota Venza. He did not want to take any chances, so he kept his eyes on the rear view mirror. When he reached Abali junction, the same red Toyota Venza appeared from nowhere again. It was close behind him. He kept his nerves and tried to make out who was behind the wheels. He could see a man, but he could not tell much about his features. He turned left at the junction and the Venza followed him. Then, he took right at the next street turning into Ebaiburi Estate. That was when he saw the driver of the Venza stick his hand out of the window and fire a gun at him. He took cover by bending down instinctively. His military impulses had kicked in.

Driven by adrenalin, he steered left, forcing his assailant to drive past him. He parked his car and jumped into the nearest building. There was power outage, so he ducked behind the door. He managed to keep his breath down as he listened intently. His assailant went from door to door peeking into complete darkness. When he came to the building where Jariye was hiding, he listened for any movements. He heard nothing, so he turned back and headed towards Jariye’s car. Jariye flew out of his hiding spot and pounced on him. He hit him hard enough to knock the gun out of his hand. He pummeled him as fast as he could. Soon, he had him subdued. “Who do you work for?” he asked him. The stocky, muscular man would not answer him. “Is it Vincent Elemazu, Peter Iningo, or Alex Uwadighibe?” The man still would not answer him.

Jariye darted towards the man’s gun, picked it up and pointed it at him. “I am going to kill you if you don’t tell me who sent you after me?” “You don’t have to shoot me,” he finally answered. “Then tell me who sent you after me. I served in the army, so don’t think I will hesitate to pull the trigger. How did you know I was in that building in Ilungashi? What were you doing there?” “I was told to follow you. That is all I know. I was told that if you went into a house in Ilungashi, I should shoot you.” “What house? Why shoot me? Who gave you those orders?” “I was told that you might be going to an address in Ilungashi, but the man I work for was not sure of the address. He was certain that it was in Ilungashi. My order was to kill you if you made it into any building in Ilungashi.” “Just like that? Who gave you the order. Your boss must have a can of worms he wants to keep sealed away from public eyes.” 

He hit him across the face with the gun and blood began to gush out of a cut on his forehead. “I work for a man named, Elekoribi.” “What is his full name?” “Killer Elekoribi.” Jariye stared at him for a moment. “I want his real name or you are dead,” he said menacingly.” “That is all I know. I swear. Everyone calls him Killer.” “And who does he work for?” “That, I don’t know.”Jariye aimed the gun at the man’s head, yet he would not alter his story. He was shaking visibly. He could see intense fear in him. If he knew more, he’d tell me, Jariye thought. He told him to lie on the ground, facedown. The man obeyed. He hit him at the back of the head and knocked him out. He kept the gun and returned to his car. He drove quickly to his apartment.

“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!”

“Wait let me make sure the doors are locked,” Juliet Iningo pleaded with him. She walked over to the door of her office and locked it tightly. Then she turned off the lights and closed the blinds thoroughly. Abugu Mabali was sprawled on the couch with his pants down. “Come here honey,” he said. “Juliet got rid of her clothes and jumped into his waiting arms. They remained physically entangled with each other in a steaming passionate session. About half an hour later, Abugu took the secret door that directly linked the governor’s office to the Commissioner of Finance’s office. “I will see you same place same time tomorrow darling,” he said. “I will be right here. I will think of you all night long,” she replied. She lay quietly on the couch thinking of him as he disappeared behind the door.

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