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After her meeting a man code named hunter, she told the driver, “Just drive around for a while. Go to nowhere in particular.” About fifteen minutes of being driven around, she glanced at her watch and asked the driver to stop her beside a Chinese restaurant nearby. She alighted and paid the driver handsomely and walked into the restaurant. She bought a can of water and gulped it down hungrily. She waited for about ten minutes and then left the restaurant leaving the empty water can on the table. Outside she picked a taxi and headed back to her hotel room at Pink Moon Resort.

Elms Ranch
The next day she mixed herself into the male and female stewards who were to serve drinks to guests at the banquet in Elms Ranch. The event was being organized by Efosa Imudiase, the son of a powerful drug baron and the helmsman of a prostitute ring with tentacles across Europe and Asia.

While the other stewards served the guests with no intention to please any guest in particular, she targeted, Efosa Imudiase. When she got her chance to serve him and his friends a round of drinks, she took it very well. As soon as she was done with serving the drinks, she went into the kitchen and dumped her tray and glass cups into a big trash basket. She went into the l rest room, pulled off her mask and changed into a dinner wear, completely transforming her looks; making it hard for anyone to tell she was the damsel who had served drinks with the other stewards moments earlier. She stuffed her steward uniform and mask into an upmarket handbag and gracefully let herself out of the rest room. When she passed some of her fellow stewards on her way out, none of them could recognize who she was. She used the rear exit door to get out of the gigantic Elms Ranch banquet hall.

While she hurried to get out of Elms Ranch, there was melee in the room where the banquet was taking place. Efosa Imudiase and three of his friends were on the floor vomiting and convulsing terribly. As guests in the ballroom tried to help them, they realized Efosa and his three friends had suffered paralysis. In the consequent commotion, everyone tried whatever they could to help the four dying men. Unknown to all those present, the dying men had been poisoned with a lethal dose of concentrated hemlock by the lady who served them their last drink. The security in the Elms Ranch shut down the hotel, in a bid to make it difficult for anyone to leave or enter the hotel. However, their effort was a little too late, the lady had slipped out of the hotel before the lock down. By the time a medical team arrived at Elms Ranch with some ambulance vehicles, Efosa Imudiase and his friends were already deep into the throes of death. By 11:15 pm that night, Efosa Imudiase and his three friends were declared dead at Mary Carrington hospital.

A Week Earlier
A week before she poisoned Efosa Imudiase and his friends, she had booked a room at the deluxe Pink Moon Resort from Venice Italy. Three days to the banquet at Elms Ranch she flew into the country. Five hours after her plane touched down at Murtala Muhammed international airport, she left her room at Pink Moon Resort and took a taxi to go see a man at Ozumba Mbadiwe, Victoria Island. While the taxi drove her to her destination, she called a man on her mobile phone, “Hello Hunter, I am on my way to Ozumba, how do I find you when I get there?” “When you get there you will find a black Chevrolet SUV packed on one side of the street, next to the Pichichi neon sign, I will be inside it,” “Thank you. I will be there in a jiffy.” About twenty minutes later, a yellow Nissan taxi pulled into Ozumba Mbadiwe and the lady inside asked the driver to pack some distance away from the black Chevrolet. When the driver had packed his car, the lady stepped out and asked the driver to wait for her. She walked toward the Chevrolet with measured mechanical gait, giving the impression that she probably was a secretary at some blue chip law firm.

When she got to the black Chevrolet SUV, she rapped on the glass and the guy inside wound down the glass. “Are you the poison from Venice?” he asked. “Are you the hunter in Lagos?” the lady asked. Both studied each other for a moment and then the guy opened the SUV door and let her in. Immediately she sat down, she opened her handbag and fished out an envelope and handed it to the guy code named Hunter. Hunter tore the envelope open hastily, inside were some US dollar notes, he counted them, satisfied with the amount, he reached into the back seat of the SUV and picked a brown leather bag and gave it to her. She opened the bag and checked its contents which were a steward’s uniform, a mask and an identity card with a photograph on it. “As far as the records at the Elms Ranch are concerned, someone with the face on that ID card works there. I suppose finding your way around won’t be difficult,” Hunter assured her. He reached into his jean pocket and brought out a card, “This is your key card; it will allow you free movement inside Elms Ranch.” “Thank you Hunter.” “You are welcome poison.” The lady opened the door and stepped out of the automobile. When she got back to her taxi, she asked the driver to drive off. “To which destination madam?” asked the driver. “To no destination, just drive me around; I like the night scenery,” she replied. The taxi driver thought for a moment and then drove off.

Pink Moon Resort
When she returned to her hotel room after taking out Efosa Imudiase and his friends, she dumped her hand bag on the floor and went straight into the bathroom. She washed her hands with an anti-poison agent and then stepped into the shower. When she left the bathroom, she dressed herself hurriedly, parked her light luggage and checked out of Pink Moon Resort.

The City
Hours later she checked into a low cost guest house in another part of the city and set to work on a stack of documents with names and contact addresses. By mid-day the next day, she took a taxi to a high brow estate in Ikoyi. When she alighted, she had a photo camera around her neck; spotting a silk gown with a black and white flowery designed woven into it and a pair of brown leather slippers. To a passer-by, she cut the look of an unassuming affluent lady, checking out for herself a few properties she might want to acquire. As she rambled along the streets of the estate, she took a few shots, pretending to be interested in the breathtaking architectural designs of the buildings strewn on the sides of the streets she passed on.

When she spotted a cluster of teenage school girls chatting ebulliently at one corner of the street she was on, she approached them with the view to elicit some information from them. However, when she drew closer the teenage girls hushed their chatter and took keen interest in her alluring and well defined curves and figure. The smoothness of her supple skin was unbelievable, when she spoke; the softness of her words broke over the young girls like the gentleness of rain shower. “Good day girls! I am Lavonne.” “Good day aunty!” the girls replied as if the words burnt their tongues and they couldn’t wait to spew them out. Lavonne saw their reaction and took note of it, she was going take advantage of how impressed the children were with her to get the pieces of information she wanted.

“I am looking to buying a property in this estate, but you know, estate agents won’t tell you everything, so I came to do a little research myself. I don’t know if the estate is really good as it appears. I am more interested in the security aspect, who guards the estate?” All the girls tried to give her answer at the same time. They were over impressed with her. She calmed them down and asked one of them to speak. From the girl she found out that the estate was guarded in the night by a squad of mobile police men. While by day a group of private security men kept watch in the estate. She pressed the girls further about the time the two sets of security operatives arrive and leave the estate. Her finding showed that there was a period of twenty-four minutes when both security operatives were not on ground in the estate. She thanked the girls and made to tip them a few change, but they turned down her offer and effusively expressed their liking for her charming look. She smiled, thanked the girls once more and left.

The Next Day
About 7:15 am the next morning, Hunter drove a van full of fresh loaves of bread into the estate and parked near Mr. Ikpeba Ighalo’s residence and walked away. About eight minutes after Hunter left, Lavonne quietly moved into the driver’s seat from the pile of loaves of bread in the back of the van. She was dressed in an all-black outfit with a black faze cap covering much of her face.  At her waist was a 9mm pistol with a silencer device attached to its barrel. She started the van with her eyes glued to her wrist watch. The gate to Mr. Ikpeba’s residence rattled and swung wide open. She drove the van hurriedly into the compound, surprising the gate man who had opened the gate so his boss’ son could drive out that morning. She smiled at the stunned gate man and waved at him to come closer, the gate man stormed toward her in anger. Once he got close enough, Lavonne raised the barrel of her gun and fired a shot into his skull and he slumped to the ground.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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