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9:23 am, Gordon’s Street
Chucks parked his car, hurried out of it and with half a run went across the street, heading for a gray Ford truck. As soon as he reached the Ford truck, he rapped quickly on the back door glass and the door jerked open from inside and he jumped in. Some blocks away, a yellow, clean Nissan cab, pulled into the street and packed. Inside were Clara and Stella. They had been following Chucks to know what he was up to. “I thought he said he was going to buy something for his brother. Meeting with whoever is in that truck is certainly not shopping for his brother. I told you he was lying to us,” Clara said. “I wish I could get closer to see who he is meeting with. I can’t believe this is what we have become lately. So, it is all man for himself now,” Stella said with her gaze fixed on the Ford truck.
“How I wish I could get in touch with Eve and Stanley at the moment to hear their own side of the story. There is too much lies and deceit amongst us. I just can’t bear it anymore. What in God’s world is Chucks up to?” Clara wondered aloud. “But, wait a minute. If Eve and Stanley are alive as we were told, who is keeping? Where are they?” Stella asked, knowing she won’t get any answers from Clara; the two of them were in the dark about a lot. “We are not going to be sitting ducks anymore, Stella. Chucks is probably covering his tracks, Mayo is taking care of himself, Steve and Bimpe are hiding truck load of secrets. You and I are the only ones wondering what is happening without doing much. I say we turn this case on its head with ruthless investigation. I know a man who can help us,” Clara said, staring at her friend for a response. “I proposed that to you and Chucks at Arcot Restaurant, but somehow I could not quite get it started. With you by my side, I think we can achieve so much together.” “So that is a yes, Stella?” “Of course, it is. We already know some things, let us give them to a man who can use them well to find out for us who is behind the present mess.” “How much is he going to take?”
Clara shook her breasts and said, “It will cost only a pair of these; and now we have two pairs, yours and mine. The guy is good and works hard a lot, especially when you pay him well with boobs.” “I am not sure I want to pay anybody with my boobs, I am trying very hard right now to find peace with the Lord Jesus. My ways have become too dark and slippery. Frankly, I don’t want to end up in hell,” Stella said looking sober. “I want to make changes too, but at the moment I can use a steamy session of sex. I am burning terribly, I miss the strong hands of Mayo, Chucks and Steve.” “You an unrepentant sinner. Stop turning me on, Clara.” They had forgotten the taxi driver was listening to them. As their conversation got too vulgar and sexually explicit, the taxi driver turned on his car radio and increased the volume. Clara took notice of that and placed a finger on her lips and signaled to Stella to shut up. “Driver can you get a bit closer to that Ford. What is Chucks actually doing in there?” Clara asked. “If I move closer, they are going to notice they are being watched. We have been here for too long without moving,” the taxi driver explained.
In the Ford truck, Chucks was going through layers of pictures his investigator had taken. He was the one who had warned Chucks with the text message which read, “Chucks, you have been marked, get lost.” “If this lady is Emilia, then I know her. She is in the videos and is very close to Mayo; I think they are bedmates. What is her role in all these?” “Her role is murky; I can’t tell if she wants the videos found or if she is trying to stop them from being found. You have to be very careful with her, she is too dangerous. I am in no doubt that she must know why your friends were shot. I have found out that she is almost in touch with everyone in those videos you gave me, except for you and some of your friends,” the private detective said. “This is Maxwell and he is in the video along with his daughter. What is he doing about the videos?” “He desperately wants them found. He was set up in the nude parties. My source said he and his daughter were drugged with pendulum. You must know the drug, pendulum. I have heard you and your friends make use of it a lot.” “Yes, we do. However, it was Mayo who introduced it to all of us.” “The fact that Mayo introduce it to your group does not mean he was the one who drugged Maxwell and Anabel. Someone else could have drugged them that night.”
“She and her family have simply vanished, just like Steve,” replied the detective. “That night, Bimpe had sex repeatedly with Maxwell. In one of the rare occasions I removed my blindfold, I saw Bimpe and Maxwell feeding stuffs into each other’s mouth. Bimpe could have drugged him then, that is if she was part of the plan to make the videos. I want you to focus on Bimpe and find her wherever she is.” “Okay, will shift focus to finding bimpe. Can we move on to the other guys?” “Yes, please,” replied Chucks. “This is Mr. Baribote. He is the one who wants you dead. Somehow he knows you are looking into the things which happened in the last night of the nude parties.” Chucks frowned, he didn’t like the sound of that. “Mr. Detective, if Baribote knows what I am doing, I hope you know that means you have a mole working for you.” “I know, and I will catch whoever that is.” “I hope you do it quickly.” “I will, but after this meeting, you should leave the city or go into hiding… Mr. Baribite is not in the videos. My guess is that he doesn’t want the videos found. He may have interest in using it to destroy his enemies in the videos. On two occasions, we have spotted him at Pine Grove with Emilia. There is something going on between the two of them.”
EARLIER IN THE DAY.
6:15 am, Oak City Hotel
Steve knew if he did not find a way out of Oak City hotel, he and Lizzy would be dead. As soon as he was certain the security men he had asked for had been posted outside by his door, he hurried into his clothes and packed his light luggage hastily. When he was done, he knocked on the bathroom door and asked Lizzy to come out. Still terrified, Lizzy opened the door a little and peeked into the room. “We have to leave now; this is our chance. If we don’t take it now, we are dead.” Clutching his luggage in one hand and a gun in the other, he made his way to the door. Behind him Lizzy tagged along. Quietly he opened the door of his hotel room and peeped into the hallway. Two-armed security guards were standing right in front of his door. He stepped into the hallway and Lizzy followed him. Quickly he locked the door and motioned to one of the security guards to lead them out of the hotel. In room 095, the female assassin who was earlier flaunting her breasts, was in bed with the security guard whom she had lured to her room. He was her bait to get to Steve and Lizzy.
The assassin got out of the bed and stripped down. Showing off her nude body to the guard, she asked, “Wouldn’t you like to have what you see and still make a few dollars with it? I mean like 500 dollars. She twisted herself obscenely and moved closer to the security guard. By now the security guard was swallowing hard. She sat on his laps and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” “What do I need to do to get my hands on you and the 500 dollars you mentioned?” the guard asked. Pressing her naked body harder against him, she said, “I want to get into room 106. Can you make it happen?” “It’s going to be hard but I think I can try.” The lady assassin pushed him down on the bed and said, “I like work before play, make it happen and will give you what your eyes have seen.” She got up from him, went across the room and removed three hundred dollars in hundred dollar notes from her purse and threw them at him. “Go make it happen. When you come back with good news, the rest will be yours,” the lady said.
The armed guards in the mansion moved into Eve and Stanley’s room with a leather bag and set it on the floor. When they opened it, Eve stepped away uncomfortably. The bag was filled with guns. Looking at the way Eve reacted to the guns, one of the guards asked Stanley, “Are you sure it is wise to leave this house with your wife?” Stanley simply nodded as if that was not important. He had his plans well worked out. It would be tough, but he was sure, his unconventional approach to find out who made the videos and set he and his up would work. Stanley had not handled guns much, and knew very little about them. picking one of the guns he asked, “Which ones do you recommend I use?” “You are going to leave with all of them. We have rented a well-protected bungalow for you in the city, from there you will carry out your operations.” Stanley did not like that, but did not protest. It sounded like he and Eve were still going to be in house arrest. “I need to know everything you guys know; especially about those who don’t want the videos found.” One of the armed guards stepped forward and put a laptop on a table and began to show Stanley the pictures of some of the people they felt were behind the videos. At this stage Eve stepped closer. A face on the screen had sent a quiver down her spine.
“Who is that?” Eve asked with fear riddled all over her voice as she pointed at one of the faces on the screen. Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. “We don’t know, you tell us Eve,” one of the guards replied. Struggling to steady her breathing, Eve said, “That guy is supposed to be in a South African prison!” Stanley turned and looked at her like he had not seen her before and asked, “Baby, what do you know about South African prison inmates?”
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