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01: 12 pm, A Mansion outside the City
“Come with me baby,” Eve said as she took Stanley’s hand and led him to one corner of the room. As soon as they were away from the guards’ earshot, Eve whispered, “He is the Durban guy, half-brother to Maxwell.” Stanley almost dropped dead in shock. Pulling Eve to himself, he asked, “Do you think Maxwell knows he is his half-brother?” “If they knew, his face wouldn’t have been on the laptop. His presence alone in Nigeria is enough to destroy the Maxwell empire.” “Do you think he was in the nude parties by coincidence?” “I doubt it, he must have come looking for either you, Maxwell or Annabel.” Stanley took Eve’s hand and squeezed them hard and said, “We must not tell them a thing about this guy. If Maxwell finds out what we know, we are dead meat.” “Don’t worry baby, I will fool them with half-truth,” Eve assured him. As they talked, the guards strained their ears to hear their words but could not. They made sure that their conversation about the face on the laptop screen was conducted in whispers.
Stanley’s eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. The guards could tell that whatever Eve was telling him about the face on the screen was scaring the shit out of him. Stanley dashed across the room and looked at the screen once more and then said to the helmsman of the guards, “I need you to do me a favour, please can you teach my wife how to handle a gun?” To their shock the helmsman pulled his gun and pointed it on Stanley’s forehead and yelled, “Who is that face on the laptop? I swear by God, if you don’t tell me I am going to blow your brains out now!” Eve began to cry and pleaded, “Please don’t hurt my husband. I will tell you what you want to know.” “Start talking!” the helmsman demanded. “Eve, don’t tell him a thing!” Stanley yelled at his wife. The helmsman cocked his gun hurriedly and placed it back on Stanley’s forehead. “This is not how we are going to work together, is it? What we know about that guy is not coming out until we get in touch with some people in South Africa. If you like shoot me, we are not telling you shit!” Stanley shouted, refusing to cower.
Stanley was clearly losing his cool, the helmsman had not seen him that angry before, even though he had a gun to his forehead, Stanley did not flinch. “This is certainly not how we will work together, but I don’t like the idea of you keeping secrets from me or my boss. That face on the screen, was in the nude parties in Mayo’s house. He was there the night Maxwell and Annabel were drugged and taken to a room to have sex with each other. So, if there is something I need to know about him, spill it out now,” the helmsman explained, lacing his words with threat. “If what we know about that guy is made known here, how sure are you it won’t get out of this room and compromise our mission. You want me to find the videos and those who made them, let me do it my way,” Stanley pleaded. The Helmsman lowered his gun and said, “Okay, if that is how you want to work. But don’t keep me in the dark for too long.” “So are you going to teach my wife how to handle a gun?” “If you wanted me to do that because of that guy, don’t bother, he is dead. He was found in a bathroom at a nightclub two nights ago with seven bullet holes in his head,” the helmsman said and began to rummage in the knapsack on his back.
Eve was visibly relieved to hear the guy was dead. She hugged Stanley firmly as tears ran down her cheek. Stanley pecked her on the forehead and put his arms around her. “This is the picture of that guy in his pool of blood at the nightclub,” the helmsman said as he handed a picture to Stanley. Eve and Stanley studied the picture briefly. “Why is this picture not amongst the ones on the laptop? So you were hiding something from us too?” Stanley asked. “I have good reasons to. That guy was found dead two days after he called Mr. Maxwell to sell some information to him about the videos. When you said you knew something about him, I had to try to extract it from you.” Eve and Stanley looked at each other in disbelief. “Baby, this can’t be a coincidence; maybe we should tell him a little,” Eve suggested. Stanley nodded. Much to the dismay of the guards, Eve unzipped her jeans trouser and pulled it down to her knees. The guards looked from Eve to Stanley and back to Eve, wondering what they were doing. Turning the right side of her right leg, she pointed to a scar on her thigh and said, “That loser did this to me, just after two hours of my arrival in Durban South Africa four years ago.”
“Oh! A regular rape incidence; was it not?” the helmsman asked. “It wasn’t a rape incidence; it was made to look like one. Before I met him he already knew my name, had my picture and knew the flight I flew into South Africa, my hotel reservation details, how long I was going to be in South Africa and deliberately checked into the same hotel with me so he could get to me easily,” Eve explained still looking jaded. She pulled up her jeans trouser and wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes. Stanley kissed her again and held her like it was his last moment with her. The helmsman pulled a seat closer to himself, sunk into it and asked with obvious bewilderment, “So who is this guy? And did you say this happened four years ago?” “Yes, I was in South Africa to close a telecommunication deal for my company. Someone in did not want me to close that deal. If you find out who sent him to kill me four years ago, you will find out who set Maxwell and his daughter up,” Eve explained further. The helmsman stood to his feet and went outside. He placed a call to Maxwell and after a few moments he came back into the room and announced, “Eve, I think it’s about time you learnt how to handle a gun.”
03: 20 pm, Emilia’s House
Emilia was in front of a mirror in her bedroom, applying a makeup. As was her habit, she had no clothes on. While she worked on her face, she heard a knock on the door, without bothering to cover herself, she hollered, “The door is open, come in!” The door slowly opened and Mayo stepped into the bedroom. “Why would you have me meet with you in your bedroom without your clothes on? I am going back to the living room; put something on and meet me there,” Mayo said and turned to leave the bedroom. “Wait, holy boy!” Emilia shouted after him. “If you want to find out who sent assassins after you, then sit down and listen,” she continued. Mayo had to close the door and sat down. “Who wants me dead?” Mayo asked eager to hear a name from her. Emilia turned away from the mirror, went to her wardrobe and removed an envelope. She walked over to Mayo and sat on his lap. Somehow her seductive, curvy, naked body caught Mayo’s fancy and he stared at it for a moment before turning his attention back to Emilia. Emilia took note of the direction of his eyes and asked, “Do you want to play a little? Since you drove my little boy away, I haven’t found a good replacement.” Mayo ignored her and asked, “What is in the envelope?” “Your sins,” Emilia replied humorously. Mayo grabbed it from her and removed the document inside. When he was done reading through the document he asked, “How did you get this?” “The doctor who conducted the test likes to spend a lot of time on top of me and can’t shut his mouth when he is around me.” The document contained results of paternity tests conducted on Bimpe’s children.
Just then Emilia’s phone rang, Bimpe was the one calling, “Hello Bim.” “Emilia, my husband has gone missing! What do you know about that?” “You are wrong; he hasn’t gone missing. In fact, he is hatching plans to kill you. He has found out that three of your children for him are not actually his. He has seen all the videos where you were crying yourself hoarse while your friends and some macho men worked your waist,” Emilia explained sarcastically. Bimpe could hear her heart pounding against her chest. Her hands shook and her feet tottered. She moved closer to a seat and dropped into it. “You betrayed me Emilia!” “No! No! No, Bim! Don’t blame me for what I didn’t do! Why would I betray you? Someone wants your husband to come after you and so they sent the videos to him. Speak with Steve, they have done the same with him. They loaded his wife’s camera with pictures of him, you, Clara and Stella having sex.” “What! I can’t believe this! Emilia, please give me a name. Who is this person?” “One of the governors in the videos. He has already sent his boys to your lover boy, Mayo. He was lucky to escape. The governor is using boys from Desert Scorpion.” “There are four governors in the videos, which of them is after me?” “I don’t know, the man who gave me the information is dead. He was killed in a nightclub. Don’t forget there are four serving governors, six ministers, seven celebrities, an ex-president and his daughter, Maxwell and Anabel in the videos. Anyone of them could be hunting down the people in the videos.”
Mayo took the phone from Emilia and said, “Bimpe, your husband knows that you and I have three children together, should I take him down?” “Give me time to think about it. I am not sure I want him dead.” “Think quick, he is going to come after you and I soon.” Dropping the call, Mayo asked Emilia, “Now tell me, where are Eve and Stanley?” “I think Maxwell is holding them.” “I want you to help me get to them.” “What do you want from them?” “I want the whole truth about the videos.” “I can’t help you Mayo.” “But Anabel and her father are your friends.” “Not anymore, especially since they got drugged and slept with each other in a party I invited them to.” Mayo was going to say something when his phone rang. It was a strange number. Mayo put a finger on his mouth and signaled to Emilia to shut up. “Who is this?” he asked. “Mayo, don’t mention my name. I know you are with your f***k mate Emilia. This is Anabel Maxwell. Meet me at Eden Crest Suits in the next thirty minutes.” “Hi baby, how are my kids?” Mayo asked pretending to be speaking with his wife. Anabel picked the cue and replied, “They are fine honey. When are you coming home?” “In a few hours. Why did you call me with a strange number?” “You asked me to.” “Okay, I remember. Baby, I am in a meeting let me call you back in the next one hour, okay,” Mayo said and dropped the call.
“What is your wife going to do when he finds out you have slept with half the women in this city?” Emilia asked as she began to undress Mayo. Mayo stopped her and said, “Since they are sending the videos to our wives and husbands, I have to go make sure my wife never gets it.” Gently he pushed Emilia away and made for the door. He had lied, he was actually going to meet with Anabel to know why she wanted to see him. “I hate it when you come here and refuse to touch me,” Emilia spat angrily. “Don’t worry, I will sleep here tonight.” “Do you mean it?” Emilia asked, livening up. Mayo leapt out of the room and shouted, “I mean it!”
07:00pm, Cream Valley Restaurant
Clara and Stella were at a table with a man in his late forties. As he spoke with them his eyes darted about the restaurant. Near the entrance door, two of his men lounged with automatic rifles under their clothes. Clara was determined to bed him that night and so had come dressed seductively. “Are these all you know?” the man asked. “Yes, that is the much we know. If anything comes up we will pass it to you,” Clara replied with her eyes full of lust. “I hope you know what this is going to cost you?” the man asked. “I don’t,” Stella responded, willing not to offer her body to him. “Your friend will tell you,” the detective said, standing to his feet. Stella took his hand, dragged him back to his seat and said, “I want you to tell me what it is going to cost me. This is a big job am offering to you.” “and one which can kill me too,” the detective replied with sarcasm. “Stop playing around and tell me what it will cost me,” Stella demanded. “It will cost you five thousand dollars and a few rounds of sex with you two,” the detective said, not mincing words. Clara was obviously happy to hear that. Stella shook her head defiantly and said, “Mr. detective, I will pay five thousand dollars for this case because it is worth it. In fact, I have your money right here; but as for touching my body, that will never happen. I have lost my way in life; right now I am trying desperately to find it again. My body is now under lock and key. When I leave here I am going straight to a night vigil. I feel it, death is nearby. This case is going to kill us all.”
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