LIGHTHOUSE - Episode 18

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - attacked by the police, one hundred and fifty thousand naira, hundred, naira, bank, fake, notes, police, bank manager, First bank, commissioner.

“Is that Chidera?” Uduma asked over the phone. “Yes, this is Chidera speaking. Who are my speaking to?” “My name is Chidubem,” Uduma lied. “I work with Agusi.” “I am glad to hear from you. Where is Agusi?” “I am sorry…I am really sad, Agusi is dead.” “What do you mean?” “You have no idea how sad I am. I worked with him for many years. He was like a brother to me.” “What happened to him?” “We were attacked by the police. There was another job that we had done weeks ago and a very important personality was taken out by us, so the police was paid to find us by all means. You know, we did not know that. Well, while we were haunting down that girl, Ifunanya, we were attacked by the police. They shot Agusi, but I managed to escape. I shot Ifunanya though.” So she is dead now?” “Yes, but my friend, Agusi is dead too.” “I am sorry about your friend,” Chidera said with a smile on her face. I am so glad that Ifunanya is dead! She thought with glee.

“I need the balance for the job,” Uduma demanded. He had looked through Agusi’s phone one night. That was how he found Chidera’ number. He also saw an alert from the bank indicating that Chidera’s check for one hundred and fifty thousand naira had been deposited in his account. So, Uduma knew there was one hundred thousand naira left to be collected. He was acting fast to pick it up since Agusi was nowhere to be found. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Chidera found out about Ifunanya. He was not sure that his bullet had hit her. He was desperate to raise some money before the whole situation blew out of his reach.

“What do you mean? I already paid Agusi for the job. I paid him upfront!” Chidera lied. “No you did not. Agusi was like a brother to me. He told me that you still owed a hundred thousand naira for the job with the likely possibility of another twenty thousand naira if we did the job in three days. So, I think you owe me one hundred and twenty thousand naira.” “I am sorry, you information is wrong. It is a pity that Agusi is late now. I paid him off from the word go, Mr…what did you say your name is?” she asked impudently. “You are a lying bitch!!!” Uduma yelled at her. “Stop barking like a mad dog.” “You call me a mad dog? I will find you, Chidera, and when I do, I will show you what a mad dog can do.” “Do your worst,” Chidera replied coldly. “I will find you…I promise you, I will find you and when I do, I will put a bullet in your head,” Uduma shouted.

“Nurse, please keep an eye on her,” Dr. Anyasi said. “I have faith in God that she will be fine. The surgery went well. It will be a while before she wakes up though, but as soon as she does, we need to find out who she is. I will be here tomorrow.” “Yes Dr., I will be keep an eye on her.” Dr. Anyasi left. Shortly after he was gone, Diala stormed into the nurses’ bay. “Who is taking care of that girl operated upon by Dr. Anyasi?” He shouted to the nurses. “I am,” replied the slender nurse whose name was Maryjane. “Did Dr. Anyasi say anything about who is going to cover the cost of the surgery?” “You should contact Dr. Anyasi directly if you have any question, Diala. He will be back tomorrow. I am sure he has things under control.” “I hope he does, because the cost of that procedure is massive. If we continue on this path, we will all be out of work soon.” Diala stormed out of the room.

“Sir, something is terribly wrong,” a bank cashier announced to the manager of the First Bank Branch where Agusi had lodged his money. “What is it?” The manager asked. “Most of the notes in that ten million naira that was lodged by Mr. Agusi are fake, sir.” “Really?” “Yes sir. At first, we were just counting the notes just to get through as much as we could. However, I decided to run them through the mercury light and that was when I found out that the vast majority of the money is fake.” “Have you mixed it with the rest of the currency notes in the vault?” “No sir.” “Good.” Keep them apart. First, show me what they look like under the mercury light.” “Yes sir. Please come with me.” They both headed for the room next to the vault where the counting was taking place. A quick run demonstrated that most of the notes were truly fake. The bank got on the phone to the police.

“Baby, you are beautiful,” Agusi said to Chinyere. “Thank you honey.” He had called Chinyere the next day, and she quickly called in sick. She ditched work and went over to the hotel to meet with Agusi. They had made love several times. She was eager to do anything for Agusi’s millions. “So, where do you live?” she asked him. “I have houses across town,” he lied. He was thinking of his planned trip to Cameroon. As soon as he received that all important alert, he would skip town, making his way from Cross River State to Cameroon. “Really? Are you sure you are not married?” “Of course not, darling. You are the one for me!!!” he said emphatically. Mumu! (Idiot!), he thought to himself. “Really? Aww! You are going to make me cry,” she replied. “Please don’t cry my dear. Come here.” She was naked. Slowly, she walked across the room and fell into his arms. They began to kiss passionately, their tongues locked with each other’s like paper stuck together with glue.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Agusi’s phone buzzed with life as the alert he had been waiting from flew in. He stopped, looked at his phone and the message read;

Your account has been credited with N9, 725,000.

He smiled, took Chinyere back in his arms and began to kiss her all over again. Then, his phone began to ring. He quickly picked it. He had saved the bank manager’s number, so he was eager to talk to him. “Mr. Agusi, you should have received a text,” the manager said. “Yes, I did. Thank you so much for a job well done.” “That is my job. We love customers like you. Please could you come in and sign the necessary paperwork this afternoon.” “Yes. I will certainly come in…I will be there in less than two hours.” “Great. Hope to see you soon.” Agusi hung up. He lay back and Chinyere returned into his arms.

“Sir, we received a message from the Aba police unit in Abia State. They had seen our earlier message to all the police units East of the Niger, so when a bank manager at First bank informed them that a large amount of money, nearly ten million naira was lodged in by a young man, they quickly reached out to us,” the detective in charge of the case informed the Enugu State police commissioner. “Where is this young man now?” the commissioner asked. “They are waiting for him to show up at the bank any time in the next hour to sign some documents. They have led him to believe that the amount in question successfully cleared into his account.” “This is great news. It has to be one of the kidnappers. I want you to stay on top of this. Get back to me in the next hour. Once he is arrested, we will fly a team down to Aba State by any means possible.” “Yes sir.”

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Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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