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“They turned our house upside down in search of whatever they were looking for. We didn’t have an idea of what it was, but from the way they acted, it was worth much money. When they were satisfied we couldn’t help them, they began to shoot us one after another. Dad was almost dead so they shot him first…” she began to sob. Lavonne tried to comfort her. In spite of how shattered she seemed, she continued, “When I saw dad’s head open when they shot him, I couldn’t bear it anymore, I tried to fight them with whatever I could grab. There was one of them, a lady; she was the only one amongst them who had a mask on. She shot me in the stomach and I collapsed to the floor, while I lay on the floor and slowly drifted away I saw them open fire on mum, the twins and Franklyn as though they were armed robbers. I was still conscious before they left. I still don’t understand why, as they were leaving, the lady in mask came back and pushed a thick fold of cloth on my wound, pressed my hand on it and whispered to me to hold it tight. I tried to, but after a little while I passed out. When I woke up in a hospital the next morning, I actually thought I was in another world. My impression was that I died that night,” Agatha narrated.

“How did you end up in your madam’s house?” “When I had fully recovered, my madam came to the hospital and introduced herself as Mrs. Ikpeba. She claimed she had heard about my case in the news and asked me to come live with her. Our relatives were afraid of taking me in; they thought that whoever attacked us would come for them if I moved in with them. So, seeing my situation was grim, I took her offer and moved in with her. After my university education I found out she was into drug business and had been using me to traffic drugs into many African countries. Of course I have been doing that for her since my graduation. During holidays in my school days, she would send me to some African countries with packages I did not know what their content was. On the occasions I was caught, I was always released after my madam got in contact with the security operatives who caught me.”

“Agatha I believe your mistress was the same woman in mask when our family members were killed. She must have kept your identity hidden from the others. I do not know why she spared you and I cannot find out now, because she is dead.” “You killed her, didn’t you?” “Yes, I killed her shortly before I shot you. I am really sorry for shooting at you. I didn’t know you are still alive. I was told in prison that my entire family members had been killed.” “You went to prison, for what?” “I was set up by the same people who killed our family members. They knew I was innocent yet they came and killed the people I loved most and labored for. Agatha I need to tell you the truth, my job in Italy was drug trafficking. I moved kilos of drugs from Colombia to many parts of the world. I worked for a man called Sly Imudiase. He loved me and trusted me a whole lot.

“I was moving for him a drug consignment worth twenty billion Naira from Colombia to Indonesia. We had settled the authorities to let our package enter Indonesia without inspection; I had gone as far as Bandung when some policemen stopped me and demanded to know what I was transporting. Frankly I was shocked to see policemen on my route, and even more so, when they demanded to search my trucks. Before I left for Bandung, I was told by our contact in the police that the way was clear for me to transport my goods. I showed them the papers covering the goods I was transporting; the papers should have been enough to get them off my back, they came from the highest police authority in the land, however the policemen whom I met on the road strangely insisted on inspecting my trucks. You should have seen how they moved. It was clear someone had told them where to look and what to look for. When I observed that they were working for someone inside Mr. Sly’s office, I tried to resist them; they seemed too alarmed by my action and shot my two drivers on the spot. From that point I was taken to Nusakambaga Island prisons in Jakarta.”

“How could they have done that? I mean why didn’t they take you to a police station first?” asked Agatha. “Because the persons behind the job knew I would come out with my shipment the moment they take me there.  My Indonesian police contacts were at the very top; one phone call would have set me free from any police station they might have taken me to. Just four days after my arrest and the confiscation of my goods, my death warrant came out. The warrant was forged. Someone wanted me dead as quickly as possible. I was shocked to find out on the day I was to be executed that my crime was murder and not drug trafficking, it was claimed that I had shot and killed two policemen in Jarkata, not one word was said about my drug consignment. Meanwhile my boss, Sly Imudiase, was in Italy thinking I had disappeared with his goods. In his rage he sent his son, Efosa Imudiase, Linda and some others to go slaughter my family members back in Nigeria.

“Agatha, the very people who killed our family members and tried to kill me in prison, were the same people who set me up and took the goods I was transporting. Efosa Imudiase along with the others stole from his father and made it look like I did. They knew I was innocent, and yet they came and killed our family members…” Her eyes moistened and she began to sob. Agatha put her hands around her and pressed her face against her chest. Lavonne continued to sob painfully. Amid her sob, she said with a broken voice, “They killed papa and mama who knew nothing about the drugs. I was hoping to come and see them after that job. They slaughtered the twins and my only brother; even though they were the very persons who stole from my boss. I swear by God, I will kill them and everyone connected to them! I will spill blood until there is no one left to kill in their families!”

Agatha wanted to comfort her sister, but she couldn’t, she had for years stifled the horror of that night. As she saw her sister sob, she began to relive the events. Even though the event happened sometime in the past, she could still see it vividly and hear clearly, the staccato of gunshots ripping holes into the bodies of her parents, sisters and brother. She covered her ears as if to protect them from the sounds horror she witnessed that day. Her eyes were wide open staring blankly at her sister, she could not close them. She feared if she did, she would be sucked into the horror of that night. For years she had borne that burden alone thinking she was the only surviving member of her family. Hunter was left to console the two broken women by his side. When Agatha contacted him from Italy to help her get her revenge, he did not know the amount of burden she bore on her shoulders. It was unprofessional for him to get attached to a client, but somehow he was drawn to her plight. Without meaning to, he swore to help her kill all the people who put her and her family through the nightmare she and her sister had described.

“Agatha, by tomorrow I will be out of Lagos for some hours, I will leave you in Hunter’s care. I need to pay Sly Imudiase a visit in Port Harcourt. Tomorrow is his birthday and I have got a gift for him.” “Okay Maria, but whatever you intend do in Port Harcourt, please be careful.” “Don’t worry sister, I will be careful.”

By 9:00 am the next day, Lavonne was already in Port Harcourt. From the airport she went straight to a hotel and checked in. In the evening when Sly Imudiase’s birthday party had begun, she showed up, completely disguised. At the gate were some mobile policemen, when she got to them she handed her gift pack to one of them and waited to be frisked with a metal detector. Unknown to the policemen, the weapon they hoped to find was in the gift pack Lavonne handed to one of them. When they were done with her, she went inside with her gift pack, sat at an empty table and waited for the perfect moment to strike. As the party wore on she stood up and went into the restroom with her gift pack; inside she removed her weapon, sealed the gift pack and went back to sit at her table. After sitting at her table for a while, she stood up and made a move toward Mr. Sly.


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