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3:40 pm, Eden Crest Suites
Mayo arrived in a cab, and sat in it for some minutes, observing faces and people moving around in the hotel. He wanted to be sure Annabel’s invitation was not a set-up. Left to him he would have preferred not to honour the invitation, or at least made adequate plans for his safety before arriving at the hotel. Having paid the driver well, there was no need for him to hurry. When the thirty minutes’ time lap Annabel gave him had elapsed with fifteen more minutes, his phone rang. It was Annabel. He picked and listened to know what she would say. “Hello Mayo, it is long past thirty minutes. Where are you? Is Emilia still holding you down on her bed? Please, you have to show up now. I haven’t got much time to do this.” “Relax Annabel, I am close by. What’s your room number?” “65. I have told the receptionist to walk you straight to my room as soon as you arrive.” “Okay, I will be with you shortly.” Mayo sat still at the back of the taxi and thought hard about Annabel and how desperate she was to see him. Besides the nude parties in his fun house, they had much to do together. Mayo could hazard a guess that she had something to tell him about the videos.

Braving up for the worst, he stepped out of the taxi and headed into the hotel lobby. Casually he let his right hand rest on the gun stuck to his waist. In fractions of seconds, his eyes darted around the lobby looking for anything suspicious. “The receptionist took to him the moment he walked into the lobby. She probably smiled at him fifty times in one second trying to gain his attention. Mayo could see that, but he had no time to flirt. “I am here to see Annabel Maxwell; I understand she has left order for me to be taken to her room as soon as I arrive,” Mayo said. “Yes sir, she did. Please come with me.” While they were in the elevator, the receptionist brazenly ran her eyes all over Mayo’s well-built body. Deliberately, she dropped her hand on his shoulder and then removed it and touched her face. “I am sorry, the elevator makes me feel giddy,” she pretentiously apologized for touching him. Mayo still did not take her bait. If only she knew how fast Mayo’s heart was beating and how scared he was about going to see Annabel, she would have taken her flirting to somewhere else.

By the time they stepped out of the elevator, the receptionist figured out the hunk she was leading to room 65, had other things on his mind. When they reached the door, the receptionist pointed at it and said, “This is room 65.” “Thanks for your assistance, I will take it from here,” Mayo responded, carefully getting rid of the lady. As soon as the receptionist disappeared into the elevator, Mayo put his ear on the door and listened to see if he might hear conversations which could suggest to him what he was walking into. There wasn’t a sound from the room and so he knocked and waited. It took a little while before the door creaked open and Annabel popped her pretty face out. Mayo could tell that she was afraid and was holding a weapon because of the way she handled the door. “Where you followed to this place?” she asked. “No, I wasn’t.” “Are you sure of it?” “I am certain of it, Annabel. Aren’t you going to let me in?” Annabel stepped aside and opened the door wider for him to come in.

Mayo went in and she quickly locked it. Mayo was right, Annabel was holding a gun. The way she held it gave the impression she knew how to use it. She paced around the room breathlessly and said, “I was brought here in the trunk of a car. No one knows I am here except you,” she said, still swinging her gun. For a moment Mayo thought she was going to shoot him point blank. “Eve and Stanley are innocent and you know it, Mayo.” Mayo said nothing. “Please don’t lie to me, you know they are innocent. Don’t you?” she demanded. “They are innocent.” “So why were they singled out and shot?” Before Mayo could answer her, she said, “They were shot because those who made the videos wanted us to look in the wrong direction. That is what I have found out.” “So who made the videos, Annabel?” “Mayo, I should be the one asking that question and not you. The videos were made in your fun house. You tell me who made it!” She pointed her gun at Mayo, giving the impression she was going to shoot him. May made to reached for his gun and Annabel yelled at him, “Don’t even think of it! I know you are carrying a gun. I knew when I saw you at the door.” She lowered her gun and continued. “I and my father were drugged in your house with a lethal aphrodisiac and were taken to a room to have sex together and you want me to believe you don’t know about it!”

“I knew the party and the sex which went with it were going to be recorded for our entertainment. We have been doing this long before any of you joined us. However, the recording was going to be done with phone cameras and deleted after the party. What I didn’t know was that my fun house was going to be wired with high definition cameras and that someone was working behind us all to send the videos out. After the party I made sure that all the sex scenes recorded with phone cameras were deleted, including the ones in your phone. Someone fooled us all and made Eve and Stanley to take the fall. Believe me, I am innocent of both the videos and your being drugged.”

Annabel walked over to the table in the room and opened a file on it. “Come see this.” Mayo went over to the table. “This is a list of all the people who attended the nude parties. Here is the list of persons on the invitation letter which was sent to my father, Maxwell and here is the list of names on the invitation letter sent to me. Can you see the difference?” Annabel asked. Mayo studied the lists but could not spot the difference. “Help me, I can’t see the difference,” Mayo requested. “On my invitation letter, my father’s name is missing and on his invitation letter my name is missing. Believe me when I say this, I knew there was going to be crazy sex and drugs at the parties. However, I wanted to enjoy them with strangers and not with my father! If I knew my father was going to be there I would not have accepted the invitation. I think that would have been the same with my father. Someone wanted the both of us in those parties, especially the last night.” “Who sent you the invitation?” Mayo asked. “His name is Silas.” “Where is he now?” “Dead, he was shot dead in a night club two days ago.” Mayo was shocked, Silas must be the same guy who gave Emilia information about the governor who is hunting us down, he thought. “How well do you know this guy? Why did you accept invitation?”

“The guy had been around my clique and my friends and their friends for some time. Besides almost every big shot wanted to be in your nude parties. We heard the tales, Mayo; we did.” “Who sent your father his invitation?” “Bimpe did. Of course my father had no reason to reject her invitation. They had been sleeping with each other for years now. You know as well as I do that my father spent more time with Bimpe that night than any other lady.” “So who is behind the frame-up, Annabel?” Mayo asked coldly, he had just been stunned with what he heard. “I think Emilia is the one behind the videos. Silas was going to tell my father something about her before he was found dead.” “You need to read these messages,” Mayo said as he began to fiddle with his phone. “Here it is,” Mayo continued as he passed his phone to Annabel. The message read, “Hello Mayo, Emilia paid someone to make the videos. Check the house you use for your abominable sexual orgies and you will see lots of hidden cameras. Are you aware that she worked as a hooker for seven years in Atlanta before she returned to Nigeria? Don’t believe what she tells you. She doesn’t want the videos found. If you don’t believe me, you know where to look.” Annabel was shocked when she read the message. “That is not all, there is one which was sent to me earlier. I believe someone is playing us all. That person, whoever he or she is, made the videos. Read this.” Mayo said showing her another text message. Annabel took the phone and read the following message quickly, “Mayo is going to kill you all. He has just found out from Emilia that there is a tape about the sexual orgies you all often have together. He knows why Eve and Stanley were shot.”
5:12 pm, Outskirts of the city
Eve, Stanley, the helmsman and two guards were in a bush. Eve was being drilled in a shooting session. There were a range of shooting targets away from them. Stanley stood by and watched his wife trying hard to hit the targets ahead of her. The day he took her to the altar, he had no clue that the events which would follow after, would lead them to a situation where she would be learning how to kill a fellow human being. He had a notepad in his hands, in-between his sad thoughts he would write names down. He was tasking his mind to solve the riddles around the videos, and who had him and his wife shot. The thought of Maxwell’s half-brother would often come to his mind and shake up his concentration a bit.

“Eve, you are not going to be able to hit a tree trunk even at a close range, if you continue like this. Who do you want dead most?” the helmsman asked. “The man who shot Stanley and I,” she replied. “I want you to think of the targets as the man, then steady your hands and squeeze the trigger with that anger in you. Can you do that?” Eve nodded. She aimed at the targets, held her breath and then shut her eyes. As her imagination was filled with the image of the man who shot her and Stanley, she squeezed the trigger. The result was stunning. The helmsman, Stanley and the two guards were swept off their feet by how Eve blew the targets wide apart. With his mouth hanging open, Stanley looked from Eve to the helmsman and back to Eve. Eve still had her eyes shut, from their corners, tears flowed. She opened her mouth wide and exhaled a hot breath. She had made her first attempt at killing the man who shot her and her husband on their wedding night.

7:14 pm, Bathroom, Hotel Apartment
Bimpe was lying nude in a Jacuzzi. Tied around her head was a thick white towel. While she let her skin soak, she pondered if Emilia had told her the truth. For some reason she no longer trusted her. Perhaps I allowed her play me. How come no one is after her? Why is her equally, extremely filthy lifestyle not making rounds out there? she thought. Though she had been told that some governor in the video was after them, she still felt Emilia might have something to do with the governor. Then her phone rang, it was her husband. For a moment she wondered if she should pick his call. Against her fear she did, “Hello,” she said. “I am supposed to have four children with you; amongst the four of them, is there any which you can say is mine?” Bimpe’s husband asked. Bimpe was not sure how to answer him. She wanted to tell him the truth but was afraid. “Is any of our four children mine?!” her husband yelled. Bimpe shook like a child and said, “No. None of them is yours.” “Who is the father of our last child?” Bimpe squeezed her eyes shut and answered with a painful moan, “Maxwell!” There was a long silence over the telephone line.

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