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“Hello madam,” Jariye said. “Hi young man, what can I do for you,” answered the amiable looking plump woman who was clad in a red flowy gown with beautiful flowery patterns to it. She was exiting the banking hall of a branch of Trust Bank Limited. “I am not sure we have met before,” the lady added. “No we have not, Mrs. Ukadieme,” Jariye answered. He was wearing thick sunshades and a hat in an effort to mask his identity. Millicent and Simon sat in a car across the street watching closely. “Who are you?” “I am a friend of your daughter Geraldine,” Jariye lied. “I see, so what is your name?” “My name is Elendoro Michael.” “I know most of Geraldine’s closest friends, but I don’t recall your face or your name. Do you mind removing the glasses so I can get a look at your face?” “I’d love to madam, but I had eye surgery yesterday, so my eyes are too sensitive to the sun. I am sorry about that. Actually, I have not seen Geraldine in a few years. I was wondering if I could get her number from you,” Jariye requested.
“Sure, that is okay. My phone is in my car. I haven’t got her number off hand. You know, too many numbers to remember today,” Linda explained with a smile. “Thank you madam. It would be great to chat with her,” Jariye replied as he followed her. In the car park, Linda unlocked her Mercedes Jeep and got in. “Young man, please hop in on the other side,” she requested. Stretching, she dug into her purse which was lying on the back seat. “Where is that phone?” She asked herself. Jariye brought out his phone ready to save the phone number. Suddenly, Linda turned towards him with a gun in hand.
“Who are you?” She asked “You are not my daughter’s friend. She has not gone by the name Geraldine for decades and you come out of nowhere asking me about Geraldine, besides, I know all her friends. Who are you working for? Remove that sunshade now so I can get a good look at you before I blow your brains off,” Linda threatened. “I am your daughter’s friend, madam. She told me her name was Geraldine,” Jariye explained. “And how did you find me? Remove the glasses and the hat now!” Jariye raised his hand slowly. “Quick!” Linda yelled at him in a controlled voice. Jariye’s right hand reached his sunshade and he slowly began to pull at it. Swiftly, Martin appeared on the side of the car next to Linda. He placed a gun to the back of her neck. If you make any move, I will shoot you right here,” he threatened. “Drop the gun!” Martin shouted.
Jariye took the gun from Linda’s hand and Martin hopped in, taking a position on the backseat. “Who is Geraldine,” Jariye asked Linda. “Geraldine was my daughter who died when she was six.” “You are lying. Don’t underestimate me! I can kill you right here.” “Then go ahead. Those who do kill don’t talk about it. They just do it. I have no daughter by the name Geraldine. She died as a child.” “You are lying!” Martin smacked the back of her head with the handle of his gun. She winced in pain, contorting her face into a grimace. “Where is Geraldine?” “You are wasting your time, young men!”
“You have to get out there now?” Millicent shouted into her mouthpiece, which was connected to the earpiece worn by both Martin and Jariye. “Why? Martin asked. “Some men are rushing in your direction. I am very sure they are coming for the car. I think the car is bugged to detect any attack on Mrs. Ukadieme,” Millicent explained. They jumped out of the car and ran away from the entrance of the car park. They jumped the fence and ran into the back street. Millicent and Simon were waiting for them in car. They jumped in and the car sped off.
“Are you alright?” A tall heavily built man asked Linda Ukadieme. “I am fine…a little rattled. Take me back to the estate right away!” She switched to the back while one of the security agents drove. As the car pulled away, Linda got on the phone. Another security car followed them closely behind. “Are you alright honey,” Ukadieme asked. “I am fine honey. Who were those men?” “We don’t know yet. I wish we had video cameras in your car. We have only their voice to go by for now, and as things stand, we have no clue who they are yet.” “They were asking about Geraldine. How do they know about her? They seem keen to find her. Do you think she is safe?” “Geraldine is very safe honey,” Ukadieme assured her. “She has good security; besides, she can take good care of herself.” “But who are these people? I could not get a look at the young man who accosted me as I was leaving the bank.”
“We don’t know yet my love. We are working on it.” “Are they from my brother Peter?” “Peter has no idea what we are up to and neither does Juliet. We don’t think is it either of them.” “Then who could possibly know about us…and Geraldine?” “The only person we can think of now is the investigative journalists that Madu failed to take care of.” “But she left town?” ‘She may be back. She was the only one that had any clue that some wind might be blowing towards the Iningos from us. I strongly suspect her. This time around, there will be no hiding place for her if she is back in town.”
When Jariye returned home, Madubene was not there. He entered Madubene’s room and tried to open his safe. He was convinced that a secure phone was lying in the safe. He was not able to work out the code to the safe. Every few minutes, he walked to the living room and the adjoining balcony to check whether Madubene was returning. He worked briskly, trying all sorts of combinations he could think of without luck. Then, he gave up. He retired to his room and began to listen to the DVDs Madubene had prepared for him. There were too many incriminating statements in the recordings. For instance, there was a section where Juliet was discussing about the killing of a man. It appeared she was discussing with Ijezem. There was no mention of the name of the man killed, but Jariye had an idea who it might be. He made copies of the DVDs and took them with him. He rang up Simon who met him in downtown Azonto.
“Take these DVDs and give them to Millicent. I think I have come upon something I can use to bargain with Mrs. Juliet Iningo. I will try to talk to her somehow. Tell Millicent that I will see her tomorrow.” “I will do that. Be careful. Mrs. Juliet Iningo has no soul. “I know.” As Jariye left, his phone rang. It was Isabell. “Honey, where are you? You cannot be found anywhere. Can you come over to the house please? I really miss you.” “I miss you too my dear,” Jariye answered. “Have you found out anything?” “Yes, I have some information for you. Do you think I will be able to talk to your mother soon?” “Yes. If you can come over now, I will introduce you to her. It is about time.” “I am on my way!”
“Jariye drove frantically to the government house. Mrs. Juliet Iningo had moved into the government house for security reason. Isabell still maintained her apartment in town, but she spent more time in the government house. Abugu Mabali was facing possible divorce from his wife, who had refused to buy the story that he and Juliet were not at it. The administration was going through a rough patch, so of late, they had been maintaining a low profile. Isabell had instructed the security to let Jariye in. A security man walked him to the door of Mrs. Iningo’s official building. “I am so happy to see you,” Isabell said with excitement. “Me too.” “I was wondering if you were still alive. I called several times, but I could not get through to you. I miss you so much Jariye!” “I miss you too Isa Baby!” “Come right in let me introduce you to my mother.
They walked into the house. Juliet was seated on the big dining table, typing on a laptop. She looked up as they walked in. “Good evening Mrs. Iningo.” “Good evening young man, how are you?” “I am fine, thank you.” “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Jariye Adighibon. He is…” Isabel was saying when her mother cut in. “I know him. He is a fierce lawyer in town. It is my pleasure to meet you,” Juliet said. She smiled as she spoke. “Make yourself comfortable,” she added. “Thanks!” Isabell took Jariye to the adjoining living room. It was smaller than the main one. “Your mother looks emaciated. Is it that she looked different the last time I saw her on TV. Is she alright?” Jariye asked.
Isabell took Jariye’s hand and placed it on her face. “My mother was diagnosed with cancer some months back,” she said calmly. “I am so sorry to hear that.” “She has been abroad for treatment and she will be returning soon. She never really told me until recently. I am not sure she will survive it.” “I am really sorry about that Isa.” “It will be alright. I am hoping she makes it somehow. She quickly moved her head forward towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Jariye responded with similar passion. He held her close to himself as their lips searched and waded through each other’s mouth with burning passion.
“What is it that you have found out? What would you like to discuss with my mother?” “I will tell you later. Let me talk to her first. I cannot say much until I hear what she has to say. Then, I can share more concrete information with you.” “Did she kill my father?” “I don’t think so.” “I thank God for that. So, what else are you looking to discuss with her?” “Honey, let me talk to her first. A chat with her will clarify a few things for me. Trust me sweetheart. I have a lot of information for you, but first, I must talk to your mother.” “Okay. I will let her know. Please don’t be too serious. Just take it easy with her. She is taking things a bit easy lately due to her health.” “I will do that.”
Isabell left the room and returned a few minutes later. “She is ready for you now,” she announced. Jariye walked to the dining table and took a chair opposite Juliet. “So, Mr. Investigative lawyer, have you come to serve me court papers?” Juliet asked. “Do you think I have reason to bring a case against you?” “Not really, but people like you like to find what does not really exist.” “You mean like killing a man and stashing his body in a fridge?” Jariye asked her point blank. “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” “You know what I am talking about Mrs. Iningo. Listen to this DVD when I would have left. It should tell you a lot. I am the only one with it…in addition to a few colleagues. On this DVD, your voice can be heard criticizing Ijezem for not disposing of a certain body properly. I am very sure you were referring to Dilingo because you asked Ijezem why he did not bury the body, instead, he left it in a freezer.”
LINK TO EPISODE 23: http://www.moofyme.com/2016/07/dirty-politics-episode-23.html
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