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Nigeria's Leading Fictional Story Blog: Geraldine, Juliet, Peter, Isabell, Kill, Convoy, Military, G.R.A., Gun, Building, President.

“So, Barrister Adighibon, what brings you to my house? Do you have a case against me?” Peter Iningo asked Jariye. “I heard you were in town, so I thought I should come over to chat with you briefly. As you already know, you late brother’s wife, Juliet is seriously ill. I have reason to believe that she may have been poisoned. With your clout, I thought you could get her out of that house tonight for proper treatment.” “What makes you think that?” Peter asked. “I have evidence that Isabell is not who we have thought all these years that she is. Isabell is an Iningo, but not your brother, Maxwell’s daughter.” “I already know that. She is Mabali’s daughter. Juliet has been seeing him for years.” “Well, you are wrong on that one. Isabell’s real name is Geraldine. Geraldine Ukadieme.  She is the daughter of your sister, Linda and her husband, Chief Ukadieme.” Jariye could see the hairs on Peter’s arms spring up to their feet, standing tall all over his bid long arms.

“How can I be sure you are telling the truth?” Peter probed him further. “The best way would be to call your sister, but I have an eerie feeling that if you mention this to your sister tonight, Juliet could be killed before we know it. So, first let’s get her out of the house first, then you and I can talk to you sister, Linda. Trust me…I have a reputation to protect, so I am not playing games. I believe Isabell is working with some killer, possibly Ijezem. She asked me over to the house tonight. Ijezem is a ruthless killer…far more ruthless than any of the ones I have come across since the past 19 months I have been working on this case. It was Isabell that hired me at first. I believe she did that to cover her tracks and she almost got away with it. My beloved sister Grace Adighibon was killed by Isabell’s group because she found out who Isabell really is. Work with me on this and we can save Juliet. I believe she too has a case to answer, but for now, let’s try to save her and then, get Isabell and the Ukadieme family to answer for their killings,” Jariye explained. 

“How can I help you?” “You have good standing with the president and the governor; I suppose you can arrange a military convoy to get Juliet out of the house. I will ride with the convoy. When they are busy taking Juliet out of the premises, some of them will search for Ijezem. He has to be on the premises or around, while I will talk to Isabell before we have her arrested. I will wear a wire so that whatever she says will be recorded for the purpose of prosecution.” “You think this will work?” “Absolutely.” “I need to make a few calls. Wait here,” he instructed Jariye. While he was gone, Jariye called Millicent. “Is it going to happen?” she asked elatedly. “Yes. I think he is going to get the military to go in there with me to rescue Juliet,” Jariye replied. “I have Simon and Martin and seven other men around the area in case you need them. I wish I could make it. Please be careful Jariye!” “I will be alright. It will end tonight.” “I hope so. It should mark the end of subterranean political corruption in Agudugba and hopefully, the beginning of a new era.” “I pray so,” Jariye concluded. 

“I think we should leave town, Isabell,” Ijezem complained. “Calm down Ijezem, he is going to be here.” “He is an hour late and you still think he is coming?” “Yes, he is. Go to the roof and wait there. I will lead him out to the garden behind the main building. When you see me raise my hand and step slightly away from him, shoot him,” Isabell instructed him. “I hope so. I think the best thing would be to leave town tonight, cross over to Camedunga and leave for Europe from there. The new regime is going to hunt us down soon. I think we are risking our lives by staying any longer,” Ijezem continued to register his disapproval of the plan. “If they knew anything…if they were going to arrest us, they would have done it already,” Isabell remarked. “Don’t you think Jariye has figured out who you are by now?” “He may have but knowing him, he would like to come over and confront me with that. Besides, it will take him time to convince the authorities.” 

Juliet Iningo had been standing by the door eavesdropping on them. Her heart was pounding. Her legs were weak and she could feel pain in her stomach. “What about your mother…your other mother I guess; Juliet?” Ijezem asked. “We’ll kill her and leave as soon as Jariye is dead. I will place a pillow over her head and choke her to death. She will die quietly in bed and they’d all ascribe her death to cancer,” Isabell explained calmly. Fear gripped Juliet. She could neither understand nor believe what she had heard. She quickly shuffled away from the door, making sure she did not arouse their attention. She walked outside, entered a hedge of flowers to the left of the front lawn and sandwiched herself between flowers. She was feeling cold, but the fear of death that lurked inside was more alarming, so she remained quiet in her hideout. 

“Jariye, let’s head into town. The president and governor have arranged a military squad for us. I want to be there myself to see all this unravel,” Peter explained. “I am not sure that is a good idea. If you are going to be there, I suggest you remain in the bullet-proofed military vehicle.” “Yes, I will remain in the vehicle,” Peter concurred. He drove to the military barracks in the middle of town where they were joined by a heavily armed military squad. Jariye and Peter were both provided with bullet-proofed armor. They joined the military trucks and drove through the middle of town quietly towards the upscale G.R.A area where Juliet lived in her late husband’s mansion. Juliet was still sitting on grass in-between thick hedges of flowers. Evening breeze rustled past while Ijezem and Isabell searched for her all over the building. They ran outside and back into the house scouring frantically for her. “Has she run away?” Ijezem asked. “Why? Why would she do that? She knows nothing!” Isabell answered hysterically. 

“Maybe she overheard us,” Ijezem suggested. “When? She was sleeping in her room!” She called Ukadieme and Linda to inform them. “She has to be within the compound,” Ukadieme answered. “She is too weak to go far. Find her. She has to die! She was the one that supported her husband and father in-law to throw me out to the wolves when I was pregnant with you and Gerald,” Linda emphasized. “I will find her,” Isabell assured them. As soon as she hung up, her phone rang. It was Jariye. “I was beginning to think you were no longer coming. That is how you have treated me from the beginning,” she said pretentiously. “I was held up by other things. I will be there in a few minutes,” Jariye answered. 

Isabell hushed Ijezem to his position on the roof. She quickly changed into a miniskirt and a skimpy top. She made sure to have her pistol loaded and tucked carefully in her purse. She sat on the balcony sipping wine. Out of nowhere, a military truck broke through the heavily fortified gate and rammed into the compound. It was quickly followed by another truck. She was alarmed. “What is happening?” Ijezem asked her. They were both communicating by a radio system. The earpiece was firmly inserted into Isabell’s left ear. It was barely visible. “I don’t know,” she replied. Her voice gave away her anxiety. “I told you we should run. They have come to arrest us,” Ijezem complained. “Stay calm Ijezem. Look out for Jariye and shoot him the moment you sight him. Run as fast as you can after shooting him. I will meet you at the safe house.” 

She walked towards the truck yelling, “What is going on here?” Soldiers rushed out of the vehicle and grabbed her. “Where is your mother?” They asked. “I don’t know.” “What do you mean you don’t know?” An angry looking sergeant asked her. Ijezem scanned the events below through a pair of binoculars. He searched carefully for Jariye. His gun was equipped with a silencer, so it would be hard to know where he was shooting from. Soldiers rushed into the building looking for Juliet. Jariye was one of them. He had dressed up in complete military outfit, so Ijezem could not recognize him. His face was fully masked while a military helmet dangled on is head. Ijezem was getting nervous. He felt a thick mass of sweat drop from his face. His palms become sweaty too. 

There was no sign of Juliet in the building. “She is not there a soldier shouted. Peter Iningo emerged from the military truck. “What have you done to my brother’s wife?” He shouted at Isabell. He delivered a loud slap on her face. Isabell staggered backwards for a moment. “You mean the same woman you have been meaning to sleep with all these years?” She asked him impudently. “I am here!” A tired looking Juliet shouted as she reappeared from behind the hedge. Ijezem aimed at her and pulled the trigger. He hit her in the chest sending her to ground. No one had heard the sound of Ijezem’s gun. Jariye could tell from his military experience that Juliet had been shot from the way she fell backwards before hitting the ground. 

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