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“The moment I heard that message on the radio, I knew you were behind it,” Madubene said. Jariye was tied to a chair with two men behind him. Madubene stood in front of him grinning maliciously. “How much are they paying you to violate the values we were taught in the army?” Jariye asked him. “I ask the questions here. Why didn’t you return to the house the way you have done all these months that we have been working together?” “Because I have known for quite some time now that you were working with the Ukadiemes” There was a look of surprise on Madubene’s face. “Did you kill Grace? Were you the killer that took out Maxwell?” “Shut up, Mr. Righteous. How did you find out I was working with them?” “I am afraid I cannot tell you,” Jariye answered. Madubene walked closer and smashed his face with the gun. Blood gushed out of a massive cut on his forehead. He winced in pain, yet he would not answer his question. “Drag him up,” Madubene ordered his men. They dragged Jariye to his feet and took him to the window.
“Look there…there is a grave there. Can you see it? That is where we are going to bury you. You will not leave this place alive. So, make it quick. How did you find out about me?” “I know about Geraldine, Madubene. I know that she is the mastermind behind all this. I know that you are working with her. She is probably angry that the Iningos treated them – she and Ishigazu – like outcasts. I will find her and when I do, I will bring her to justice.” “From your grave right?” Madubene asked him sarcastically. He walked closer, placed his AK-47 on the bed and took out a pistol from his coat. “I don’t like that big gun. It makes a lot of mess. I will shoot you with this one. It leaves less blood behind. The bullet will penetrate your brain,” he said as he placed the automatic pistol beside Jariye’s head.
Peter Iningo smiled maliciously from his prison. “I will be out of this place by the end of today,” he told the warden that was taking care of him. “You have been very helpful. When I leave here, I will remember you.” “Thank you sir,” the skinny looking man in his mid-fifties replied. Breaking news came on the television. “The president of Amaland, Roland Obridu has been impeached alongside his vice president. This is unprecedented. Never before has a president been impeached alongside his vice. The senate president, Marcus Igalo has been sworn in as interim president. He will address the nation at the top of the hour. We will bring you live broadcast of his address,” the newscaster announced. Peter Iningo’s smile grew broader. “That is the beginning,” he said to the warden.
“We the members of Agudugba house of Assembly hereby impeach Governor Abugu Mabali for complicity in the sexual scandal that led to the impeachment of the president of the federal republic of Amaland earlier today,” Prince Ezekalia Isiaboti, the speaker of Agudugba House of Assembly told the press in front of the government house. Taking cue from the federal house of assembly and in keeping with our desire to rid this state of corruption, the deputy governor has been impeached as well, with immediate effect. I have been sworn in as the new governor of the state and I can assure you that corruption has no place in this beloved state of ours anymore,” he stressed. “The state cabinet has been dissolved immediately. All commissioners have been placed on house arrest pending the outcome of investigations into various alleged financial misappropriations,” he added. “We will keep the general public and the press informed as we move swiftly to stabilize our state.”
“How did they get hold of the video,” Abugu asked Juliet. Outside, there was a police car with numerous policemen swarming the compound. Juliet was not allowed to leave the compound unless for medical reason for which she was to be accompanied by the police. “My computer was hacked. I have no idea who or how, but I guess it is too late now to worry about that. The bridge has fallen, so there is no need trying to mend it,” she answered. She was losing weight rapidly. She had requested to be allowed to travel abroad for medical treatment, but Isiaboti was not in hurry to grant her request. “Have you told Isabell yet?” Abugu asked. “No. A lot has been going on. I don’t even know where to start.”
“You have to tell her; otherwise it would be another problem if she finds out herself.” “I will…when I am in the right frame of mind.” “Who do you think hacked your computer?” “I have no clue. I don’t even know where to start. It has to be someone from the house or at the office. I suspect everyone now.” She had moved back to her late husband’s house in town, leaving her official building at the government house. Abugu’s wife finally managed to get her divorce suit against him going. Abugu was soon accompanied back to his house in town by a large police motorcade. He was under house arrest as well.
Madubene’s phone rang. He lowered his gun to pick up his phone. As he turned and began to talk into the phone, a bullet hit him from behind. He had not seen it coming. The shooter’s gun was fitted with a silencer device, muffling the sound of the gunshot. He slumped to ground and died instantly. The bullet had ripped through his brain. Jariye was ridden with shock. One of the Madubene’s security men had shot him. Jariye wondered if they were going to shoot him too. Perhaps, Geraldine had decided to wipe them all. He looked up at the security man. “Get up, let’s get you untied,” the shooter said. His colleague began to untie Jariye who was too terrified to utter a word. “We work with Millicent,” the shooter told him. She had placed us in Madubene’s killer squad a long time back in anticipation of this day. Let’s get out of here. We have to use the underground passage. They ran into the underground tunnel and exited at the elementary school across the street.
“I have to get to my late sister’s office. There is a piece of information there that I need to access,” Jariye explained. “We have orders to help you the best we can. Let’s go,” one of the men answered. They drove in Jariye’s rented car to the building. It was getting dark. There was a single entrance with a security checkpoint at the gate. They jumped the fence at the back of the building. When they entered the building, it was dark. Jariye produced a torch from his backpack. They climbed to the fifth floor. Memories of Grace began to plague him as he walked along the hallway. He had been there several times in the past to see Grace. When they reached the locker, he looked through the name tags on them. Grace’s name was yet to be removed, which was a good sign. It meant her items were still intact. The lockers were heavily fortified. Thankfully, Grace had left a spare key with Jariye. He unlocked the locker, took all the items in it and tossed them in a backpack. He reached for the lock and a gunshot rang out. He and his Millicent’s men docked instinctively.
Someone else wanted what Grace had left in the locker. They ran down the stairs, pulling their guns as they raced downwards. More gunshots rang out. Jariye and the two men ducked. They ran into an office and remained quiet. The door to the office was firmly closed but not locked. Soon, they heard footsteps. Their assailants walked past the office where they were hiding and then circled back. “They have to be in this area,” a voice shouted. “They could not have gone far. Search the offices,” the voice ordered. Jariye signaled to the men to shoot at anyone that entered the office. There was a push on the door and then a twist of the knob. As soon as the door opened, they shot at the man who was entering the office. Within seconds, he lay on the floor, dead. His men fired relentlessly at the office, but Jariye and his men were hiding behind a tall metal cabinet. After nearly ten minutes of non-stop shooting, their assailants decided to look in to find out if Jariye was dead. They were desperate to collect the documents that Jariye had taken from Grace’s locker.
The moment one of them pushed on door, he was gunned down. Jariye and Millicent’s men heard police sirens in the distance. They could not risk being arrested – not now. They shot at the door and then into the hallway. The two men who had been in the hallway fell under the spell of bullets coming from Jariye and the two men with him. They ran as fast as they could, jumped the fence and got back quickly in the waiting car. They sped off at crazy speed.
Abugu was stressed. He sat alone, unable to accept the fact that his reign as governor was over. In addition, he was haunted by the role he and Juliet had played in the killing of Charity, their own child. He picked up his phone and dialed Juliet. “I can’t sleep. I see her face every night,” he said to her referring to Charity.” “Me neither,” Charity replied. “I can’t believe I killed my own child. I can’t believe that she was around me all those years and I had no idea that she was my daughter,” She continued. Abugu felt a wave of regret and guilt sweeping through him. Apart from his role in Charity’s death, he had slept with her once. It had been a long day of campaigning during Maxwell Iningo’s candidacy with him as the deputy. They were in the capital. He was tired, and Charity had helped him with some food from the restaurant downstairs. He talked her into spending the night with him. He could not share that with Juliet. He closed his eyes as tears rushed down his face. “We killed Charity – our own child without knowing it. I can’t get over this. It is eating me up,” Abugu remarked.
In the morning, Abugu was arrested for murder. He did not know that his phone line had been tapped on Isiaboti’s order. His discussion with Juliet the previous night was picked up. Juliet was allowed to remain at home due to her health, but she would face trial nonetheless. By afternoon, she decided to address a press conference. Journalists gathered in her compound. She was a shadow of herself when she emerged from her house. She sat in front of eager press men and women. “As many of you know, I am battling with cancer. I don’t know how much longer I have to live. I doubt that I would be allowed to fly abroad for treatment, so I had better spill the beans now. I am dying anyway!” She said, managing a subdued smile.
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