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“Abugu Mabali and I have already been charged with murder. I am tired of running and hiding. I want to lay it all on the floor here. I have been a terrible person. Yes, we committed the crime. We killed poor Charity Essinba, a former staff of Abugu’s. She had been working with Vincent Elemazu to plant listening and video recording devices in Abugu’s office. What she did not know was that we had wired the office ahead of time in anticipation of such a move. When we saw her planting those devices, we had Ijezem Obasinle, who I believe is on the run now to kill her. He used the service of the late Killer Elekoribi to kill the poor girl. I am ashamed of my conduct in that regard, playing a part in the killing of someone’s daughter. What I did not know until just some days ago was that Charity was my own biological daughter.

“She had been swapped at birth leaving me with Isabell, whom I have believed to be my daughter. I still think she is and will always treat her as my daughter. Charity on the other hand was adopted by a family. Sadly, Charity was not my late husband Maxwell Iningo’s daughter. She was Abugu Mabali’s daughter.” Journalist whistled in shock and disbelief as they listened to Juliet’s revelations. Isabell was in her apartment with the television on. She jumped in the car and sped towards her mother’s house.

“My heart bleeds. I wish I could see Charity again. I wish I could ask her how she has been doing. I saw her for years, never knowing that she was mine – I never even suspected it. My heart is in pain - indescribable pain. May her soul rest in peace. Also, we killed Mr. Michael Ibukunle and Emerugha. They were both after information that would have damaged my public image and Abugu’s, so we had them both shot. I have committed many atrocities, and I will take responsibility for them. I never killed my husband. You can cross that one off your list. I am sorry for all the people I have hurt, especially my daughter Isabell. I will not take any questions. I don’t have the strength for that. It is what it is, and you know all about it now. Go write what you want, but please write what I said and not what I did not say. I know that Chief Ukadieme was involved in the swapping of my daughter Charity. I still got a great daughter in Isabell, but I will instruct my lawyers to bring a case against Chief Ukadieme. Even in my death, they will come after him.”

She rose to her feet with the help of a nurse and retreated to the comfort of her bedroom. “Why didn’t you tell me mom?” Isabell asked when she arrived. It was not your fault. Besides, I have gotten the best from you and dad,” she said sobbing. “It is good to hear that from you my dear. I will always love you,” Juliet said. “Me too,” replied Isabell. She helped her mother to lie down and then she went to the living room and made some phone calls.

Millicent was recovering very well from her gunshot injury. She could now sit up and walk around, at a slow pace. “What have you got?” She asked Jariye. “I don’t know yet. This is a lot of information. I am still sifting through it to see if I can find anything about a mysterious Geraldine,” he answered. “It has got to be there. I knew Grace very well. She must have noted something about her and who she is,” Millicent said with a dose of faith. She sat beside Jariye and placed a hand on his shoulder. His phone rang and it was Isabell. “I wonder what you and I are,” she said. “I am sorry, Isa. It has been terribly busy for me. I heard about your mother. How are you holding up?” “I am managing, but it would be nice to have you here.” “I will be there tonight. I have a few things to work through then I will come and see you.”

Millicent got up and walked to her room. When Jariye got off the phone, he went to see her. “I am sorry about what I said the other day,” Millicent remarked. “It is alright, Milli. I will discuss that in detail with you when this terrible case is over, okay?” She nodded shyly. Jariye returned to the documents. He read every page thoroughly. The documents had mixed up while he was running, so items from the different cases that Grace had worked on had mixed up. Painstakingly, he kept at it, searching like an ant on the hunt for winter supplies in summer.

Peter Iningo called Isiaboti as soon as he was released by the incumbent president, Marcus Igalo. “I am glad you are finally out. A lot has been going on,” Isiaboti told him over the phone. “I will be in Azonto by tomorrow night. We have a lot to talk about,” Peter said in a business-like manner. “I will be expecting you,” replied Isiaboti. About twenty-four hours later, the two men sat opposite each other in the government house. “I really appreciate your help,” Peter said. “We have come a long way, Peter. I’d do anything for you.” “Me too. On that note, I have to say that the plan to jack Juliet’s computer was designed to remove Obridu from power and Abugu too. Now that we have achieved those, I think we have to spare Juliet. She is my late brother’s wife and her health is rapidly failing. Besides, she has confessed everything she did. Please, grant her the freedom to travel abroad for treatment. I can’t bear to see her die,” Peter requested.

Even though he was polite and sounded as though he was making request of him, Isiaboti knew it was an order. “I will sign the papers in the morning and address the press on the need to spare her life. We will have her flown abroad for treatment.” “Thank you Isiaboti. I knew I could trust you.” “It is my pleasure. I know you’d do the same for me if you were in my shoes,” Isiaboti replied. 

Jariye searched frantically through the documents he had retrieved from Grace’s locker. He came upon an envelope with G written on it. He ripped it open. Inside was a sheaf of papers. He untangled the mangled sheaf and began to read, but they were all over the place. Then, he sorted them into what seemed like an organized structure. He became excited when he saw the name Geraldine Iningo. His hands began to shake as he read through. What seemed like the first page read as follows:

Date of Birth: May 25 1992

Geraldine was born to a young Linda Iningo who had become pregnant for Chief Pius Ukadieme. In anger, the Iningo forced Linda to give up her twin babies for adoption. According to Mary Akunya whom I found through hospital records where Linda delivered her children, she (Mary) had been paid heavily to swap Linda’s baby with Juliet Inigo’s, who delievered a baby girl about the same time. Isabell Iningo is actually Geraldine, the daughter of Chief Ukadieme, raised by his arch enemy, Maxwell Inigo. One of the Ukadieme’s (Geraldine and Gerard) that the Iningo’s wanted to disappear into oblivion was raised right under their noses - by themselves, without knowing.

Isabell has been seeing Dilingo secretly. She has been seeing Ijezem Obasinle too, a man who works for Juliet Inigo and Abugu Mabali. Isabell was at the center of the plot to kill Maxwell Iningo.

Grace had been very methodical in documenting her findings during the interview. It hit Jariye very hard! His hands were sweating profusely. When she asked Isabell if she knew Ijezem, she said she barely knew him. “Isabell is Geraldine!!!” Jariye shouted as he rushed into Millicent’s room. “What are you talking about?” Millicent asked. “Read this,” he said handing Millicent the document. “Grace found out. That is probably why they killed her,” Jariye said raising his voice. “I knew that girl could not be trusted,” Millicent said. Jariye’s phone rang. He dug it up from his pocket and stared at Millicent. “Is it her?” She asked. “Yes!” “Answer it. Pretend you don’t know anything,” she urged him. “Hi honey,” Jariye said. “Hello darling. Are you coming over to my mother’s tonight? Her condition is getting worse. I really need your support. Please come over tonight.” “Okay love; let me call you back in a few minutes. I need to finish off a few things and see if I could come over.” “You have to come. I need you Jariye!” “I will be there.” “Thank you honey. I am so relieved now.”

The phone had been on speaker, so Millicent heard everything. “You are not going there, Jariye,” Millicent said with a hint of insistence. “You have been shot twice already. You cannot walk into the lion’s den and expect not to be eaten.” “I need to talk to her though.” “Not tonight. Ijezem has been missing. I saw that on TV. They have arrested Abugu while Juliet is on house arrest. I am sure Ijezem is hiding out waiting to gun you down.” “If I don’t go, she’d know that I know something.” “She already knows. Who do you think sent those guys out to attack you after you picked up those documents from Grace’s office?”

“Is he coming?” Ukadieme asked Isabell on the phone. “Yes!” “You have to be careful. He probably knows who you are already.” “I think he does, but he is a curious man. He wants to know more. His curiosity will deliver him into the waiting barrels of Ijezem’s gun or mine,” Isabell answered. “I think you need more men there my child,” Linda said. Her voice was laced with concern for Isabell. “I don’t want people all over this place, papa. I want to do a very neat job. I know Juliet Iningo is half-dead, I still don’t want a lot of people swarming around this place. She may start asking too many questions or perhaps call Peter Iningo who has just been released for help. I need to look like the good daughter while she passes on,” Isabell said coldly. “That poison worked very well. Do you still add it to her tea, coffee and food?” Linda asked Isabell. “Yes mama. And those stupid doctors think it is cancer. She will soon be gone. Tonight, we have to take Jariye out of the picture and then finish off Juliet and Peter Iningo afterwards,” Isabell replied. “Please be careful my child.” “I will mama.”

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