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6:20 pm, Bode Thomas Street
“Why are you now helping me? Why did you reach out to me after shooting my friends? This is all a set-up, right?” Chucks asked with his right hand resting on his gun. “It is not a set-up. I am in trouble. I need to let someone in on what I know before they take me out. Last week I was sent to kill a man at a nightclub, when I found him, he was already dead. Someone else killed him. The problem now is that my employers think I did and sold the information I was to take from him to another person. I did not, I swear I did not. I am being framed up like your friends were,” Leroy desperately explained. “Do you know who is framing you up?” “I am not certain; the videos have a lot of powerful people who are mad at the moment. However, I would say former president Billy Sekwa and his daughter.” “Why do you think they are the ones?” Chucks asked, eager to make sure he was telling him the truth. Leroy looked around and asked, “Isn’t that Peugeot 306 following us?” Chucks and his men in the Chevrolet SUV, turned to look at the Peugeot 306. Stanley who was driving Peugeot had moved to the back seat with Eve to calm her down. One of the guards assigned to them was driving the Peugeot 306. He had driven closer to the Chevrolet SUV so the helmsman could see who were in the Chevrolet SUV with Chucks. At the back seat Eve and Stanley lay on the seat Kissing, (they were actually meant to be just lying low).
Chucks, Leroy, his private detective and one of his aids, all had their hands on their guns, ready to open fire at the Peugeot 306. The guard driving the Peugeot had been in such situation before and so knew what to do. He drove past the Chevrolet SUV casually, as though he had no interest in those who were in it. “Turn into the next street and pull up. I want to know if the Peugeot will turn back,” Chucks instructed his driver. In the Peugeot 306, Stanley was raving mad for their having missed the chance to follow Chucks and the man who shot him and his wife. “You drove too close to them. It was wrong, you should not have made them realize they were being followed!” Chucks barked. “I asked the driver to get closer. I wanted know who else was in the Chevrolet,” the guards’ helmsman explained. Turning to the driver he instructed, “Pull into the that street and get us a taxi.” “What are you doing?” Eve and Stanley asked almost simultaneously. “I saw the street they went into. I want us to go after them with a different car.” The idea impressed Eve and Stanley and so they covered their faces with fez caps and shawls in readiness to step out of the Peugeot. A few minutes later, the guard who drove them returned with a taxi and they all made their way into it.
Back inside the SUV, Chucks and Leroy had assumed they were actually not being followed and so continued their conversations on the spot where they had parked their vehicle. “Give me a name who can help me get closer to former president Billy Sekwa,” Chucks demanded. Leroy stalled a bit, racking his mind for a name. “I think Annabel Maxwell can help you get to him. But you must never be seen coming to Billy. His men will shoot at you point blank. You and your friends are criminals as far as he is concerned. Try getting in touch with Steve and Bimpe and you will find out what he has done to them,” Leroy said. Chucks was visibly ruffled. “What did he do to them?” he asked. “Mr. Billy and the governors in the videos are making their own X-rated sexual content materials against those whom they think made the videos and against them and they are sending them to their relatives.” Chucks lowered his head in thought. Some blocks away, a yellow cab pulled up; Eve, Stanley and the others were in it watching the Chevrolet SUV.
“What was the information the man who was killed at the nightclub had. You were meant to kill him and take it from him, so what was it?” Chucks asked eager to get as much information from Leroy as possible. “It was about the videos. The man had called a few powerful men and women in the videos and made them offers to sell his information to them. He was going to reveal who was behind the videos, who edited it, how much those who bugged Mayo’s fun house were paid. He even claimed to know the Americans who are currently bidding to buy the videos. The guy had so much information.” “Where are the original videos now? Who has them?” “Everyone thinks Eve and Stanley do and I think so too.” Chucks was surprised to hear that. “Why do you think so?” he asked. Leroy drew closer and lowered his voice as if he didn’t want the others in the SUV to hear him and said, “There is a military trained underground team, hired by the governors and Billy Sekwa to find the videos. The last time they came close to finding the videos, someone moved them from their location and mailed them to Eve and Stanley. From that day till now, the videos have simply disappeared. I was sent to kill your friends because someone doesn’t want the videos found. Don’t believe the shit that Stanley and Eve made the videos, something else is going on here.”
Chucks was glad that Leroy was helping him get a grasp of the things he didn’t know. “How about Mayo, on whose side is he?” “Nobody, he may be the most dangerous man in all of this mess. Let me shock you, Mayo knew Stanley and Eve were going to be killed long before I carried out the hit, and yet he didn’t tell them.” “What?! I don’t believe you Leroy! This one is the most grotesque thing you have said so far. Mayo won’t do a thing like that!” Leroy smiled and continued, “My last instruction was given to me a week before your friends’ wedding and it took place right inside Emilia’s bedroom. Mayo was in Emilia’s bed…sorry he was on top of her when Emilia gave me the last order to kill Eve and Stanley.” Chucks put his hands on his head in disbelief and shed a tear. “I swear by God; I will kill Mayo this night!” he shouted.
“Please don’t bother wasting your time trying to kill Mayo. He is a hard man to kill. Obviously you don’t know who he is. There is a policeman I want you to go after instead. His name is Martin Sekibo. He knows a lot, he was the one who gave Emilia and a certain Mr. Baribote the information that Eve and Stanley were still alive after the shooting. He was the one who was also used to break me free before I could be moved to a military hospital. When you are done questioning him, you must make sure you kill him. If you make the mistake of letting him live, he will wipe your family out.” Leroy opened his knapsack and gave Chucks a picture of Martin Sekibo. Glancing at his watch, he said, “We have been here for too long, it is not good. Please drive me away from here.” Few seconds after the Chevrolet SUV drove off, the yellow cab in which Eve and the others were in followed them.
7:00 pm, Maxwell’s Private House
Bimpe and Maxwell were lying nude on the bed and breathing heavily after a steamy round of sex. “My husband has been nice to me. I don’t want him hurt Maxwell. The marriage can crash; the videos may spread, but I don’t want him to come to harm. Please don’t hurt him,” Bimpe pleaded as she took Maxwell’s hand and began to move it over her naked body.” “What if he decides to come after either you or me? What should we do them?” “If he decides to do that, then I will take care of him myself,” Bimpe replied. “Okay, if that will make you happy,” Maxwell said and stood up to use the bathroom. In the bathroom he called the guards’ helmsman and said, “I want Mr. Femi, Bimpe’s husband, silenced in a few days’ time. Make it look like an accident.” While Maxwell was on the phone with the guard’s helmsman, Bimpe was on the bed making a call to Mayo, “Mayo, my husband is in danger. Maxwell wants him dead. I want you to fake his death and make him disappear. Femi has done me no wrong, I am the one at fault.”
8:30 pm, Salome’s Inn
The detective working for Clara and Stella were with the two of them in a room at the inn. “Since one of you is hoarding her body from my touch, I am going to need much more cash to get you more information,” the detective said. “You don’t need more money to get us shit, if it is sex you want, I can give it to you till you pass out. Please what have you found so far?” Clara asked. The detective who was obviously happy to hear the offer for more sex began, “Let’s start with this, this person is Emilia,” the detective pushed a picture to Stella and Clara. “We know this woman and her name is not Emilia. She was a regular visitor at Mayo’s fun house,” Stella said, looking surprised. “She is the devil’s concubine; she never gets satisfied with sex. Her name is Amina and not Emilia,” Clara quipped, looking equally surprised. “Whatever aliases she has, at least now you know who Emilia is. The text message you got may have come from Bimpe. She is neck deep in this case and is working desperately to wriggle out of it. According to my source, she may be one of the few people in the nude parties who knew the sex orgies were being recorded. Another person may be Steve, we think he may be the person who shot a man at a nightclub a week ago. The man whom we believe he killed was also in the videos. We are yet to figure out the reason Steve killed him or had someone kill him.” The detective paused and looked at Stella and Clara to know if they were happy with his findings and then continued, “We believe it will be easier to find out who made the videos and who shot your friends on the night of their wedding, if we focus on Bimpe, Steve, Mayo and Emilia. There is something about those four…”
“Don’t waste your time wondering what it is detective, they are most likely having orgies together,” Stella cut in. “No, whatever it is has nothing to do with your group’s well-documented orgies, these guys are into criminal activities. Aren’t you aware of that?” “What do you mean by criminal activities? These guys are our friends and they have legitimate businesses,” Clara said, defending her friends. “When you say friends, do you also include Emilia?” “Well, the rest are my friends with her exception. I don’t even know jack about her except that she has the scratchiest bottom amongst the female humanoid breed. She can have sex for twenty-four hours without getting satisfied,” Clara added. “Are you aware that Steve once worked as a hit man in Italy?” Clara and Sella looked at each other in disbelief. “Are you aware that Bimpe is a drug Baron and manages a prostitution cult in Malaysia? Her job is a cover up.” “Jesus! The Malaysian money!!” Clara and Stella shouted. “What is Malaysian money?” the detective asked. “Bimpe gets huge money transfers from Malaysia very often,” Stella responded.
“Now you can see what I mean… Emilia has all the qualities you can find in the devil. For years she worked as a prostitute in America, her insatiable craving for sex may be as a result of her past life. I believe Mr. Baribote paid her to make the videos. She may have enlisted the help of Steve and Bimpe in the process. Somehow it seems Mayo was fooled about the videos. He just found out that his fun house was rigged with cameras. He is almost living in Emilia’s house right now. However, he meets with someone at different hotels very often these days. We don’t know who, but we think he is investigating Emilia without her knowledge. He gives Emilia the sex she wants and works behind her back to bring her down. Mayo is a snake; he is an occult lord. Let me shock you ladies, are you aware that his fun house is a sex temple and that all the orgies you have there are a form of worship?” The two ladies recoiled in shock. Tears ran down Stella’s face and she began to mumble prayers under her breath. “The last time I slept with him at Eden Crest Suit, he said he was an usher for hell, called to usher men to hell. When he said that, I saw his face contort and shift to the look of a beast. Believe me I had not seen anything like it before,” Stella said, sobbing very hard. Clara who was sitting on the bed with her legs wide open to entertain the detective closed them and for once in a long time mumbled prayers to God. Stella on her part was almost starting a night vigil. The detective sat back and allowed the two terrified ladies a moment to confess their sins and pray.
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