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“Actually, there is a problem,” Wale answered Folashade. “What? He didn’t take the poison?” She asked lowering her voice. “I think there has been a mix-up.” “What do you mean?” “I…I…I made the tea and the DPO sent me on an errand, so I left the tea on the table in the lobby.” “So?” “I think you may have drunk the poisoned tea.” “What?” “I…I left it there but the cleaner did not want to waste it so she looked for someone to hand the tea,” Wale explained. There was a quiver to his voice as he spoke. He had seen the potent poison kill a number of people in his village. His late grandfather was a feared traditional medicine man and Wale picked up a number of things from him. As soon as Folashade had convinced him, he knew where to go to get a lethal poison for the job. He knew that within the next few hours, Folashade’s liver and kidneys would be under a violent onslaught by the poison.
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