DIRTY POLITICS - Episode 20

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Downtown Azonto, Agudugba
“We have two options,” Millicent explained to Jariye. “I can shoot him from where I am, which means we find out nothing about who he works with or, we let him go and then follow him to find out who he works with.”

“Let’s follow him. I really need to find out what is going on,” Jariye replied.

Madubene looked around for some time. He could not locate Jariye, so he left. After he had left, Millicent emerged from the building across the street. She had two men with her. Jariye came out of his hiding position.

“It is good to see you again. So it’s truly you. I never thought I’d see you again,” Jariye said.

“I had to run for my life. I have accomplished so much working underground. The first thing we have to do is sit down and talk. I need to share most of my information with you. You are the only person I can trust.”

“We need to follow Madubene. I need to know what he was doing here tonight and where he is going.”

“Don’t worry. He has gone home. I know his routine. He will be reporting to Chief Ukadieme tomorrow morning. He does every Wednesday morning with Dr. Ishigazu. We’ll be there to see it all happen,” Millicent explained. “By the way, these are two of my colleagues, Martin Ezelundi and Simon Okakri, who also went underground. We have a few more working with us as well.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Jariye said as he stretched forth his hand for a handshake.

“Pleased to meet you too!” They echoed.

Jariye spent the night in a house on the outskirts of town with Millicent and her team. He sent a text to Isabell explaining that he would not be seeing her for a few days. She was not too pleased, as she missed him, but she understood.

“This is what we have unraveled so far,” Millicent began. They were seated at a desk in the kitchen with the other men.

“We don’t know who killed Maxwell Iningo for sure, but what we have seen with Chief Ukadeime, Dr. Ishigazu and Madubene suggest they were involved. We spoke to one of the nurses present when Maxwell was brought into the theater. He could have survived going by his signs, but after Dr. Ishigazu gave him an injection, he got worse instead of better and later died. Every Wednesday, Madubene meets with them in Chief Ukadieme’s house. It is strange, so we decided to bug a part of Ukadieme’s house. Guess what we found out?”

“What?”

“It seems Madubene was the one that shot Maxwell Iningo!”

“What?” Jariye asked incredulously.

“Yes. Listen to this.”

Millicent played an audio recording for Jariye. The voices were Madubene’s and that of another man he did not know.

“He was well taken care of,” Madubene said in the audio recording.

“Yes he was. Your bullet and my concoction made sure he had no chance,” the other voice said.

“That was Dr. Ishigazu discussing with Madubene the first Wednesday after Maxwell was killed in Ukadieme’s house. Our man, a cleaner in Ukadieme’s house told us that they could not bug the man’s study where most of the meetings take place. The recording you just heard came from the kitchen. The same person was the one that told us that Dr. Ishigazu is Ukadieme’s son. We looked into it and confirmed that it is in fact true.”

Jariye was left in utter shock. He wondered why Madubene had been working with him. Several times we risked our lives together, Jariye wondered. Was he just using me? For what? Jariye pondered the situation to no avail.

“We also think that Madubene killed your friend Ozama Ashinbaye,” said Millicent.

“What? For what?” Jariye asked in shock.

“We don’t know yet. However, what we know is that he was the last to see her alive. Look here,” Simon Okakri said pointing at a picture. “There is Madubene renting that car. We photographed him at the rental agency. Look at the plate number of the car. Now look here. This is him with Ozama leaving the Argyle Nightclub in the same car. Ozama has not been seen since then.”

“We think they just want to use you to have Abugu Mabali and Juliet Inigo charged to court and crushed. They know how good you are as a lawyer, so for them, that will be the last sweet defeat over Maxwell Inigo’s family. Remember, the young Maxwell destroyed Chief Ukadieme’s political life,” Millicent explained. “Here is the other thing we dug up,” Millicent continued. “Years ago when Maxwell Iningo’s father was sick with a heart condition, he was treated by one Dr. Chris Ikpeazu. Actually, the man got better, but Dr. Ikpeazu died mysteriously. There was rumor that he was poisoned. Recently, we got his family to allow us to exhume his body and run a test on it. Jariye, he was indeed poisoned with cyanide. Do you know who took over from him as Chief Iningo’s doctor?”

“No.”

“It was Dr. Ishigazu. Soon after he took over, Mawell’s father who was getting better got terribly worse and died. We think he was poisoned too considering how quickly he died after making great recovery under Dr. Ikpeazu. So, the plot to destroy the Iningo’s has been on for a long time.”

“If that is the case, it looks to me then that Madubene was involved in the killing of my sister Grace,” Jariye said.

“I hate to say it, but that is the truth. I was saving that for last. Madubene was photographed by my man in the area that afternoon. He was at the police headquarters earlier and by evening, a bomb went off and killed Grace. This is him leaving the police headquarters in Azonto.”

Jariye was filled with rage. “Why did he kill Grace?”

“She knew too much. There was a file that Grace left in the office. I reckon it will still be on her computer or on an external drive in her locker at work. She made some discovery she was not sure what it meant. She was the one that told me about Chief Ukadieme’s downfall years back and what role Maxwell played in it. She said she found something that pointed in that direction but she was not sure what to do with the information. We need to lay our hands on that piece of information. I don’t suppose that she sent it to you because she was not even sure what she had at the time.”

“I will do anything possible to find the file no matter what it takes. I will bring them all down,” Jariye threatened.

“Don’t forget that we don’t know who killed Dilingo yet. We think Madubene may have been involved, but we have no evidence linking him to the murder yet. We believe that Emerugha, Michael Ibukunle and Charity Esinba were killed by either Juliet Iningo or Abugu Mabali or both,” Martin explained. “Charity was a double agent, working for both Abugu and Elemazu. We suspect that Abugu found out she was sifting information from him and killed her. Juliet may have been privy to the crime. Emerugha, my former colleague died because he was looking to acquire information that would have exposed the crimes of Abugu and Juliet. We seriously suspect them in those murders,” Martin added.

G.R.A Azonto, Agudugba
Jariye, Millicent, Simon and Martin were in a car not far from Chief Ukadieme’s house. They had cameras and binoculars with them so they could watch from a distance. By 9:45AM, Dr. Ishigazu arrived. Five minutes later, Madubene arrived. They both pulled into the compound as though they owned it. It was obvious they had been visiting the house regularly.

“I have to get in there. I need to know what is going on,” Jariye declared.

“It is too dangerous,” Millicent cautioned.

“I don’t care. If they killed my sister, then I want to get to the root of this.”

“I will come with you,” said Simon.

“Please be careful,” Millicent urged them. Her voice was laced with concern.

They walked around the wall until they found a tree that leaned over the wall and into the compound. Carefully, they climbed the tree and jumped into the compound. Meticulously, they walked through carefully manicured gardens. They sighted two male gardeners in the distance. They were just finishing off their morning shift. Hiding behind a hedge of flowers, Simon and Jariye watched as they removed their garden clothes and hung them in a stall near the main building before walking through a backdoor into the building. Soon, they exited at the front and left through the front gate. They quickly went to the stall, took the garden overalls and wore them on top of their clothes. They quickly buttoned up and walked casually into the main building.

Looking around, they followed signs to the study. They knew that the study was where Chief Ukadieme had most of his secret meetings. The door was firmly locked. They entered the room next to the study. Jariye’s military instincts kicked in. He climbed the desk in the room, removed one of the ceiling panels and climbed into the space above the ceiling sheets. He signaled at Simon to remain down in the room and be ready to shoot if anyone came in. He placed the panel back in place and walked carefully on planks holding the ceiling sheets in place. After about a minute, he began to hear voices. Madubene’s voice was distinctive.

“He does not have a clue,” Madubene said to the other men. “He believes we are fighting a noble cause to bring down Juliet Iningo and Abugu Mabali,” he continued.

“Of course we are,” retorted an older husky voice, which Jariye felt was Chief Ukadieme’s.

“Yes indeed, but Jariye thinks he and I are working on the same team.”

“Good. You must keep it like that. He must not find out anything,” the older voice cautioned.

“I think he is too head over heels in love with Isabell to know what we are up to,” another voice said. Jariye concluded that this must be Dr. Ishigazu’s voice.

“So gentlemen, we’ll meet again next Wednesday. I would like to see those bastards, Juliet and Mabali dragged to court. They cannot wriggle out of this. I know they have the president’s support, but he too can be crushed. Keep at it guy!” The older man enthused.
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