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Azikiwe Drive, Azonto
“Isabell, I have been calling you. You gave me this number and decided to turn it off, I guess. What is going on? I did not want to call your regular mobile line. This is Jariye.” “I am sorry Jariye. I had low battery on this phone since yesterday. It has been hectic. Please forgive me,” she apologized. “That’s okay. Did you contract another person to look into your father’s death? Or to look for Dilingo?” “No, I did not.” “I was attacked the other night. I have a feeling there were two people involved. One of them shot at me at the back of Dilingo’s secret house and the other followed me in a car. I managed to overpower him, but I cannot seem to understand how they found me or knew where I was going to be. Did you tell anyone that you hired me to look into this case?”

“Apart from Ozama Ashinbaye, my friend who recommended you to me, I did not tell anyone that I hired you. My other friends Helen and Isekeme know I spoke to a lawyer, but they don’t know anything else more than that. I did not tell them who I spoke to and what he is up to.” “I trust Ozama Ashinbaye very much. I have known her family for some time now, so I doubt that she would tell anyone else about it,” Jariye remarked. “Me too...I trust her.” “I have not slept in my apartment since the attack. I saw a strange man in front of the building with another one in a car nearby when I drove home the other night after the attack. I am taking all necessary precautions for now. I can’t tell you where I am. I need you to keep your lips sealed until I find out who was behind the attack.” “That is fine. Have you found out anything so far?” “I am sorry, Dilingo is dead” “What!!!” Isabell yelled. Her phone dropped to ground. She was shivering in shock. “Hello! Hello!” Jariye shouted. She managed to sink into a couch and grabbed her phone. Tears streamed down her face as she laced the phone back to her ears.

“I am sorry,” she said sniffing. “How did he die? Where is his body?” “His body was in a deep freezer at the secret house in Ilungashi. Due to prolonged power outage in the area, I guess, his body finally began to rot in the freezer. The stench led me to the freezer in an underground room in the house. It looks to me that he was murdered in the basement and piled into the freezer afterwards. There were signs of struggle in the basement area. I believe the police have his body by now.” “But there have not been any announcements to that effect. What is going on? A secret basement in the house? Dilingo never mentioned that to me. I was in that house severally, yet I never knew there was such area…I never knew he was lying cold in the same house I had searched severally.” “I guess he did not reveal everything to you, or maybe he expected you to figure some things out by yourself. Anyway, I saw the police take his body away. I am sure they have his body. It is either they too know something or they are pursuing a lead, so they don’t want to announce his death yet. I will see what I can find out. I am sorry about Dilingo, Isabell.” “Thanks! I am very grateful. I wired 250, 000 Shillings into your account. Let me know when you need more money.” “No problem. I will.” “Find who did this…I need you to find who did this to my Dilingo!!!” “I will…I can’t wait to look them in the eye and nail them in court!”

Argyle Nightclub, Downtown Azonto
She was drunk. Her legs were saggy as she gyrated on the dance floor. “Take me home Frederick,” she shouted against a backdrop of loud music that drowned out every other sound. “Okay Ozama. Let’s walk to my car. Can you walk?” Frederick asked her. “No honey, carry me.” Frederick was a hefty, muscular man in his mid-thirties. He carried her out of the club and dumped her in the backseat of his car. They met only a few hours earlier at the club. He was handsome with a sweet tongue. Ozama was swept off her feet by his vibes and looks. He drove into a massive compound on the outskirts of town. The giant gate opened to his approaching vehicle and he drove in. “Do you have her?” A voice asked at the gate.

“Yes,” Frederick answered. “They took her to a room and placed her on the bed. When Ozama woke up in the morning, there was no sign of Frederick. She barely remembered the events of the latter stages of the night. She had no clue where she was or how she got there. Fear crept into her stomach as she looked around. The room was scantily decorated. She peered through the window. She was greeted by the vastness of the compound. Where is this? She wondered. “Frederick!” She called out, only managing to recall his name. She was still sober when he introduced himself, so she remembered his name and his good looks. Those had sunk in before she began to gulp down several bottles of beer. But I normally handle alcohol well. How come I lost it last night? Was I drugged? Numerous thoughts went through her mind.

She walked towards the door, but it was flung open before she got to it. A different man walked in. “Is Fredrick around?” She asked. “I am afraid you won’t see Frederick again. I need some answers from you real quick,” the man said matter-of-factly. There was something menacing about him. He had a scary scar on the right side of his face. His teeth had gone from white to brownish, attesting to years of heavy smoking. His voice was unfriendly; cold and creepy. “What do you mean? Let me out of this place now!” Ozama requested forcefully. He slapped her across the face sending her sprawling on the floor. She clutched her face as the resulting pain sipped in. “Who has Isabell hired to investigate her father’s murder?” “I don’t know.” He kicked her in the stomach and grabbed her neck. “I will kill you right now if you mess around with me,” he threatened. He let go of her throat and dragged her by the hand. “Follow me!” He ordered. 

He dragged her downstairs and then outside. They walked into the open compound to a small barn behind the main building. She wondered where the vast expanse of space behind the house led to. Running was on her mind. The effect of last night’s drinking had faded rapidly. The man pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. “If you don’t answer my questions honestly, you are dead.” She nodded fearfully out of sheer petrification. Her heart was pounding rapidly and her knees creaked under the weight of her body.

“What is the name of the lawyer Isabell hired?” “It is Jariye Adighibon,” she replied, shaking profusely. “Do you know what he has found out so far?” “He...He called me yesterday to say that someone tried to…to...kill him.” “Is that all?” “He said he has a hunch about who killed Maxwell Iningo but he said he needed to dig up a lot of information about a lot of people to get to the root of it. He said he found Dilingo’s body too.” “Did he mention the names of his suspects?” “No. He did not.” “And what about you, who else have you been talking to? Don’t lie to me. We have been watching you.” “I...I…” “You shared some information with someone else, we know about that. Who was it? Isabell has confided in you and so has Jariye right?”

“Yes.” “So who paid you for all that information?” “I don’t know who they work for. The man told me his name was Daniel Gbadigu. He paid me 50,000 Shillings to tell him what I knew. I did not think it would harm anyone, so I told him Jariye was working for Isabell.” “That is not all, or is it?” He waved the gun threateningly at her. She closed her eyes in fear as the gun waved ominously before her. “That is all. I swear, that is all. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t kill me.” He squeezed the trigger in quick succession lodging multiple bullets in Ozama’s head, neck and chest. She fell and died instantly. The man shouted callously into a radio receiver, “boys come and dispose of her body,” as he walked back into the building.

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