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She jumped out of the van and raced toward Mr. Ikpeba’s son who was at loss as to what was happening, and had decided to come out of his car. Lavonne pointed her gun at him and motioned for him to shut up. The young man was frozen. His eyes wide in shock; Lavonne covered his mouth with her left hand and rested the gun on his chest. “Is Linda at home?” she asked. The young man stared blankly. “Is your mother at home?” she pressed further for answers. The young man nodded in the affirmative. Lavonne fired three shots into the young man’s chest and pushed him back into his car. Meanwhile the gate was still wide open with only the bread van blocking the view of passers-by.

Lavonne raced into the house, brandishing her gun ominously. Her eyes darting about as she searched for people, with no one in sight, she went upstairs. She was electric in her movement, pointing her gun at everything that moved or stood cutting the figure of a human being. She opened a door; standing in the room was a naked teenage girl, trying to get into her undergarments. The teenage girl swirled around and tried to cover her nakedness with her bare hands, Lavonne had no time to think about it, she fired a shot at the girl and “Ah!” she gasped before crashing into the bed beside her, lying still and her eyes wide open in death. Lavonne went into the room and closed the door behind her; she stared down at the dead girl for a while. The girl she had shot was the teenager who answered her questions the previous day. She quickly made her way out of the room and barged into the next room; the two adults, a man and a woman, were lying on the bed. Her sudden entrance startled them; when the lady who just sat up from the bed, saw Lavonne she shouted, “Oh my God! This can’t be true! Maria! Maria you are alive Maria!” Lavonne still pointing the gun at them, replied her, “Yes Linda, I am alive and very much at that. Who is the man in the bed with you?” “He is my husband.”

Lavonne pointed the gun at the man and fired a shot into his head, the bullet busted out at the back of the man’s head, leaving a gaping hole behind. He slumped back into the bed. “No! Maria you killed my husband!” Linda shouted. “Shut up! Say one more word and I blow your brains out!” Lavonne hushed her. Linda began to tremble terribly. “Now tell me, where are Evelyn and Chukwudi?” Lavonne asked. “They are in Abuja now.” “Where in Abuja?” “Maria, please don’t!” “Don’t what?! You are not in a position to beg for mercy! You set me up and then paid for me to be killed while I was in the prison! I will ask you once more, where are Evelyn and Chukwudi?” “They are in Abuja right now but will be in Lagos by tomorrow.” “Give me your phone!” Lavonne demanded.

“There it is.” Lavonne moved over and took the phone from a table. Just as she grabbed the phone she fired two shots at Linda and she sank into bed. Lavonne opened the door and darted into the passageway; as she hurried out of the building she heard footsteps coming her way, she was too fast, before she could look to see who that was, she had squeezed the trigger and fired a shot in the direction of the footsteps. A lady in her mid-twenties went down to the ground, Lavonne stepped closer to finish her off, then the lady on the floor called out, “Maria!” Lavonne was astounded; she shouted and dropped to her knees. “Agatha! It can’t be true! How is it you are alive?” The lady on the floor was bleeding very much, it seemed she had a bullet buried into her thigh, Lavonne tore off a piece of cloth from the lady’s clothe and tied it around the wound to stop bleeding. Lifting the slim lady, she bore her out of the building.

When they came outside, Lavonne helped the lady into the back of the bread van and drove into the street. She jumped out of the van and ran to close the gates to Mr. Ikpeba’s house. Running back into the bread van, she quietly drove off, fighting hard to keep her nerves calm. When she had made it out of the estate, she rang up Hunter, “Hello Hunter! I have just shot someone I shouldn’t have. I have her in the bread van. She needs urgent attention, where do I take her to?” “How bad is her condition?” “I am not sure; I think she has a bullet in her thigh.” “Bring her over to Good Life hospital in Surulere, it is a good and secure place to attend to her because of the police.” “How do I find the hospital in Surulere?” “Don’t worry, I will send the address to your phone now.” About forty-eight minutes later, Lavonne drove into the hospital. Hunter and two nurses were already waiting for her to arrive.

They helped the lady out of the van and put her on a stretcher and wheeled her into the hospital. Hours after the lady had been brought under a good condition, Hunter pressed Lavonne to tell him who the lady was, “Who is the lady? Why are you helping her?” “She is my sister.” “Your what? Aren’t all your family members dead?” “Obviously they lied to me and to everyone else. The lady in there is my sister and her name is Agatha.” “What are you going to do about her, and what was she doing in Linda’s house?” “I have to get her out of the country as soon as she recovers; as for what she was doing in there when I shot her, we have to wait till she wakes up. On the other hand, I got Linda’s phone, I think we can get closer to the others with it. Before I shot Linda, she told me that Evelyn and Chukwudi will be in Lagos by tomorrow. Let’s hope they will call Linda’s phone when they get here.” “That is if they don’t get to hear of her death before then,” responded Hunter. “Yea, you are right. They will definitely hear before getting to Lagos.”

Evelyn and Chukwudi were at Abuja international airport when someone called to inform them of the death of Linda and her entire family members. They were shocked by the news; the nature of the attack on Linda’s family indicated that it was a hit. Someone had so much axe to grind that he or she cleaned out the family. In the light of that piece of news, Evelyn and Chukwudi made a few calls before getting on their flight to Lagos, and immediately convened a meeting of their old business colleagues when they arrived at Lagos. As soon as they touched down at the domestic wing of Murtala Muhammed international airport, they were chauffeur driven to an apartment somewhere in Victoria Island Lagos for a meeting. When they arrived, two other people, Matthew and Flora, were already waiting for them and did not look any less shocked as Evelyn and Chukwudi were. 

When they all had settled down, Matthew brought them up to speed on the death of Linda and her family, “These pictures were obtained from the police homicide department…” he passed them to each one of them and then continued, “…You can see how each member of Linda’s family was killed. So far there is no indication that the house was robbed in the attack, so the intent was to murder the entire family. But there is something else, their domestic assistant is missing; her body has not been found. No one knows if she did the shooting herself or was kidnapped after the shooting. Not one picture of her has been found in the house. In fact, it is as if she never lived with them, the police cannot find enough belongings which they can match to the lady Linda’s neighbours described as her domestic assistant. Now hold your breath for this, there might be a link between the poisoning case at Elms Ranch and this present one. From all indications, someone is hunting us one after another.”

“Thank you Matthew. Now the question is who in our past has enough motives to come after us at present?” asked Evelyn. “Evelyn, there are far too many of them, to narrow this attack to one person just from here will be difficult. We need a detective, a very good one to help us out here,” said Chukwudi. “Do you really want someone looking into our lives and the sort of things we do? The person will find so much rut; I am not comfortable with that. Why can’t we do it by ourselves?” asked Flora. “Such level of investigation is complex and not our job; we need someone who is good. I fear that if we don’t act quickly and hire a private detective, we might be taken out like the others,” Matthew pointed out.

“I believe we should get a detective now. Our lives are in danger. We may set boundaries for him, but whichever way we want it, he will still uncover a lot of mess.  We have to tell him some of the things we have done and the sort of persons we have dealt with in the past and those we deal with in the present.” While Evelyn and her friends brainstormed on how to unravel the identity of the person after them, Lavonne and Hunter were busy listening to Agatha’s riveting narrative of how her family members were slaughtered thirteen years ago. “They came in the night, six of them. They had guns, very big guns and brandished knives which glistened in the dark. They dragged us out of our rooms and asked all of us to kneel down in the living room. Your friend Flora came with them; there was another person on the phone who they called ‘Boss’. They were furious and wanted to know if you gave us anything to hide. Daddy told them you didn’t give us anything. They got angry with him and began to beat him up with the butt of their guns until dad almost bled to death.”


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