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vonn:
Boo, lady would have been better for me oo

will change it immediately.

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"This is the last time I would be asking this question and I want the truth." Hakym said and paused.
"Where is your police girlfriend?"
"I can not lie to you people. She angrily left to her friends place since last week and I haven't seen her." He replied and immediately the other guys pounced on him.
From the look of things, it seemed like for every word or sentences he said, he would be beaten. And he was sure that by the time these evil men are through with him he would have turned a shadow of his former self.
"Let him be for now." Hakym ordered his men who stopped immediately but not after hitting his twice each.
"Now that my men has searched everywhere in your house with no sign of your girlfriend, what do you suggest we do to you now?" Hakym asked.
Tobiloba kept quiet, so many thoughts racing through his mind. He knew he could be killed, and whats the gain dying because a woman who cheated on him? Whats the gain dying because of a woman who paid little or no attention to his throughts or advices. Maybe he would have to tell them where she is. But what if the men decided to spare him and had planned to leave that moment, telling them where she is will mean he made them kill her if things turned out bad.
"Do you have an idea of where she keeps her things? We need a map from her." Hakym said after a minute of silence.
"I would have given it to you if I know what you are talking about. Please what map are you saying?" Tobi asked.
"A paper map she picked inside the underground of Mr Ayo Okorie's house." Hajym replied.
He knew it, this underground will put her in trouble and now it has finally brought trouble into ther house.
"She didn't bring anything of such into this house, maybe its in her office." Tobi replied.
Hakym thought for a while before making a final decision.
"I know she'll come home one day and we must drop our message for her." He said.
"You can drop it with me, I'll deliver it." Tobiloba said.
"You won't be one to deliver it, but you'll help us convey the message. Guys kill him and attach our letter on his body." Hakym said as stood up from the three seater couch.
"Please don't kill me. I will give the letter to her and even persuade her to bring the map to you herself." Tobi pleaded.
"Kill him." Hakym said with a tone of finality.
One of his men corked his gun and was a few millisecond away from pulling the tirgger when they heard a feminine voice.
"Don't." Ngozi said as she walked into the living room.
The guy refused to remove his gun off Tobiloba's head.
"I said don't shoot him. He did nothing wrong, you are here for me. Then take me." She said confidently.
Hakym loved the way she spoke and he would have loved to flirt with her a little but time was not on his side.
"We need the map." He said.
"Its still in Mr Ayo's residence and it is heavilly guarded." She replied.
"You'll go there with one of my men while the rest of us stay here with your boyfriend. You know you can try something funny by turning his loneliness to your advantage." Hakym began.
"Don't hesitate to press the botton on your cloth if things go wrong. Immediately we will blow off his head head." Hakym said to his man and at the same time warned Ngozi.
"I could loose my job." She said.
"At the count of three."
Ngozi was led out of the house by the man, a gun placed on her head, and immediately they entered the car, he cuffed her hands to the back of the passenger seat.
"Sweet baby." The guy said starting the engine and caressing her laps in the process. He zoomed out of the compound.

--to be continued--

I was serving a three days ban when you started this story. Though I got the mention, I know I can only comment when the ban is lifted.
And here I am today, a free man.
I am yet to read this piece, and I have no excuse for that, maybe my busy schedule caused it I don't know. But I know this story is gonna rock cos I have seen some great guys around here who won't read wack stories, TemitopeDaniel, Chistar01, LarrySun and Vonn. Give me one reason why I shouldn't join the train. You have none I suppose.
We gonna see this to the end, but if it scary, am afraid, I will run away.

Tiff, I must confess, you have the best set of readers or fans around here. Their responses to your intended decision is enough to change your mind and I want to believe you will keep on writing, come what may. Just keep doing you thing, its in you, just like peak.
Harjiborla10: Who be boss? Abeg no talk dat one outside make pple no attack you o. D9ty7 is just a loyal apprentice to everybody here.
One love!

Hey guys. There are only two ways to encourage your favourite writer here on Nairaland to do more.
1. Endorse their stories fo fp. We've done this and it was a major success.
2. Vote for them when a contest is on. Which we haven't done.
Let us all vote for Tiffanyj as the best writer of the month, she deserves it right? Yes.
Mind you, the prize is a N5,000 cash reward. Its a token but it can be used to subscribe Tiff's phone or laptop.

Go in here https://www.nairaland.com/newpost?topic=1804027 and type; I vote Tiffanyj.
Voting ends tomorrow tuesday.

Tiffanyj: Over the years I have learnt to let some things pass. One of which is the issue of plagiarism.
I once came accross my story on fb and I challenged the guy who also accused me of stealing the story too because he copied it from another webpage. I dropped evidences because I started my story in 2013 and the two plagiarists started theirs in 2014 but their readers were only interested in the story being posted to them. The story is currently on the hang because there is a part 3 which is yet to be written and won't be written. The guy is trying to settle things with me, in a bid to get the final part of the story.
I love writing which is why I write. My best story today will end up becoming my third best in the next few months, so I am less perturbed when I see people copying my stories. Presently, about five differnet web owners are posting my stories on their pages. God gave me the talent to write, and I see someone who wants to promote it, I allow them to.
Tiffanyj, it is your decision if you decide to stop posting your stories on Nairaland, but I will advice you to talk to the mods to hide your posts on your previously completed stories.
The literature section will become a shadow of itself if writers of Tiffany's class stopped writing. What do you want us the up and coming writers do?
Think about the followers you've made. You won't want to disappoint them.
Let people steal your work, it only showed how good you are. One day they'll be paid in their coin and you'll be rewarded.
Just the way I see things. I may be wrong tho.
To the readers and fans of Tiff, what do you all think?

More update drops as the day goes on. Keep your comments coming.

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Onome looked from left to right and back to front towards the blacony, when she realised the road was clear, she walked out of Chief Patrick's private gulf club at the back of the house and tip toed towards the main house, hiding behind trees occasionally, in a bid to avoid the light from setting up on her.
Just as she took the last turn out of the garden, she saw a masculine figure disappear into the house very fast and suspiciously. Without being told, she knew it was Kelvin and a right thinking human being would know that she had overheard her conversation with Rachel and a mentally stable individual who knew the kind of person Kelvin is wouldn't take a chance by sleeping in the house that night because, one way or the other, she would open her eyes the following day in a whole new environment filled with people in white, flying and praising God. And she remembered the last time she was there, many years ago before God sent her into the world to do her own part.
She bravely walked into the house and silently made it into her room, she took all of her savings for the last three month which she hadn't saved half and sent the other half to her twins in the village with her mother.
There is no point wearing another cloth or packing her belongings with her, this would futher make her escape slower and suspicious.
As she stood at the doorpost, she could see Kelvin walk into his father's study, probably to report her and plan on the next line of action. She stolled accross the living room towards the gate.
"Where to?" A mean looking dude asked.
"I am the maid here. I need to get something outside the estate." She replied.
He had no right to restrict her movement, but he felt suspicious about her.
"Without the car?" He asked.
"I don't know how to drive, but if you'll be willing to drive me, then I don't mind." She said knowing fully well that the drivers in the compound had retired into their quarters and won't be coming out until daybreak and the mean looking dude before her would be unwilling to take chances by driving her that night, abandoning his own duty.
He pushed the gate open and Onome stepped out of the compound, for the first time in about a month. The last time she stepped outside was the day Rachel fainted and she had to call the doctor who lived in the next compound.
She began a typical Isrealites journey from Egypt to Cannaan that night as she trekked towards the gate into the estate.
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"Sweetheart, where did you spend the night yesterday?" Rachel asked.
This is the first time Tobiloba would be returning home since she returned herself a few days ago.
"Have I asked you where you went for two days in just your short nightie?" He asked angrily.
The look on his face showed how bitter he is about everything.
"Believe me, I went to a friends place." She replied.
"A friend that I don't know of? I called your friends who reside in Lagos. They all claimed not to have seen you." He said.
"Do you know all my friends?" She asked.
"When I called Bola, she gave me Tricia's number who inturn gave me Doyin's number." He explained.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"You passed the night with Kelvin in a hotel right?" He asked.
"How dare you accuse me of such?" She asked but her voice gave her away.
"Well, if you must know, my friend Brown, his sister was the attendant who gave you the key." He said.
She was left dumbfounded. No wonder, she was trying to figure out where she had met the lady because she resembled someone she knew.
"You slept with him and now you are bringing the remains back to me." He said as he inched closer to her and his anger took over his reasoning as he slapped her and made to start beating her.
"Baby, he ra.ped me. He molested me. Believe me this once." She pleaded weakly.
Just then the gate into the compound was yanked open forcefully bringing about absolute silence in the living room and the whole compound. A few seconds later, a sharp knock sounded on the living room door, and thanks to the darkness in the room.
"Open this door for me now?" A male voice shouted.
Tobiloba managed to hide Ngozi inside the wardrobe in the visitors room before he went to open the door for the gunmen who immediately pounced on him.
"Where is your police wife?" They asked.
"She is not here." He replied and one of the guys hit him with the butt of his gun.
"She is spending the night with her friend. We have a misunderstanding last week." He lied.
"Guys, check every nook and cranny of this house and bring the girl to me." Their leader said and sat down.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

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Rachel walked out of the bathroom to join Clement on the bed where he was working on his laptop and at the same time making calls.
Since he returned and told her about the failed attack on Dolapo, she has been moody and thinking deep into the possible outcome the trauma could have on her.
"But why will the doctors sedate her?" She asked as she joined him in bed.
"You need to see her reaction when she was revived after she passed out. She wanted to run out of the hospital, probably to meet Darasimi or anybody. She was just behaving weird." Clement replied.
"The poor girl is loosing her mind." She added.
Clement continued working on his laptop, the event of the day kept playing in his mind. How would a human being be so wicked that he had no value for a fellow human's life? Deoye and hos goons won't go unpunished, even if the powers that be calls for their release, he would refuse.
Thank God, a human right group and the Association of Nigerian students at the National level had written a pettition to the president and the state governor of Lagos state, calling for immediate trial of the killers which a a welcomed development. Justice must be served, no matter who was involved.
"Who is staying with her in the hospital?" Rachel asked.
"A few of her friends that I know and trust would be spending the night with her. She is actually in a restricted ward with about ten policemen assisting the hospital security in keeping the hospital in a lockdown." Clement explained.
"Poor girl. I would have loved to go stay with her, but my baby is still young to be exposed to the smells in the hospital." Rachel said.
Just then her phone rang. She checked the caller and realised it was Onome, her friend and councellor.
"Hello." Rachel said.
"Hello Rachel, there is a problem o." She said.
"What problem?" Rachel asked glancing at her husband who had stopped whatever he was doing and was looking at her intently.
"Its about Kelvin and his father." She said in a whisper.
Rachel stylishly stood up and walked out of the room with the phone pressed tightly against her ear as Onome explained all she heard to her.
"So what do you suggest I do?" Rachel asked.
"Tell your husband about it. He should be able to do something about it." Onome said.
"Ok, thank you." Rachel said and hung up.
She wanted to cry, because the thought of what would happen if Chief Obi decided to attack her is enough reason for her to slump and die without being touched.
She headed back into the room with a broken heart. She was unsure of how to explain to her husband.
"Who was that?" Clement asked.
Suprisingly, he didn't touch his laptop anymore, the moment she went out.
"Onome." She replied.
"Okay. So what problem is she talking about?" He asked further.
"Ermmm.. Ermmm. Its about her children, they needed to pay their exam fee and she couldn't afford it, even with all her savings." She lied.
"Was that why you went to recieve the call outside?" He asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"I felt I was disturbing you, because you stopped working when I picked the call." She replied.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes now. Come on, stop giving me that look. Its not as if I am lying or anything." She said hitting him playfully and the shoulder and that did the trick, he let the questions on his mind slide.
"How are you going to help her?" He asked.
"I promised to credit her account tomorrow morning." Rachel replied.
Is this the best thing to do? Lying to her husband. What does it cost her to come out clean and explain the ways of his father and brother to him? But he might hold it against her. She would just find the right time to explain to him.

--to be continued--

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It was late in the night when Kelvin returned home looking a bit drunk but he still had a firm grip on his thinking and could control his action. He walked into the living room and met Onome seated on a couch reading a novel.
As far as he was concerned, this is the first time he would be seeing Onome seated on any of the chairs in the living room, she was always restricted to the kitchen and her small room. The closest she had ever come was sitting in the dining area while other members of the family were in the living room. But that is the least of his worries now. Onome can sleep on his bed for all he cared, but he needed to see his father and clearify some certain things.
"Welcome sir." Onome greeted.
"Where is your boss?" He asked.
"In the study." She replied mouth agape. She couldn't imagine Kelvin asking after his father in that manner, the last time she checked, he was his father's favourite and the only think which could warrant such attitude was in case of a misunderstanding. But what misunderstanding could have led to this? I must find out. She thought as she picked the television's remote control and reduced the sound volume to the least, the first time she is using the remote too.
Kelvin bounced off towards the stairs in a bid to confront his father.
"Hope no problem sir?" She asked.
He would have loved to ask her a question why people from the east loved interfering in things that doesn't concern them, but remembering he is from that region too, he kept quiet.
"Did I tell you there is a problem?" He asked.
He marched upstairs without waiting for her reply, but he was sure he heard her mumble something like she is sorry.
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"Kelvin, where did you put your manners? How dare you barge in into me study without any form of knocking?" Chief Obi Patrick asked.
"Dad, where did you put you dignity when you decided to indulge in dirty politics?" He asked defiantly.
"And what on earth are you lacking that made you join a terrorist group. Is it money you need that I don't give you or what?" Chief Patrick asked his son.
"I am a terrorist because I wanted to be one and it is a lucrative job. You have no worries and you are always secured." He replied.
"Fine. I want you out of Khal corp immediately, call Maleek and tell him you wanted out." His father ordered.
He gave a short laugh as he jumped and sat on his father's desk.
"Dad, you know its impossible. You guys drafted the constitution of the corporation. Remember, you can only opt out when you are ready to die." Kelvin replied.
Chief Patrick knew it was impossible for his son to opt out of the corporation even if the order came from the president, he'll have to pay with his life. The only thing that could be done is team up and achieve success together.
"So, what do you suggest we do?" He asked his son.
"There is nothing to be done, other than to keep moving as the time changes." Kelvin replied with full confidence.
It was then Chief Patrick realised how much his son sounded like the Danger-kelv he has always spoken to in phone.
"But there is a problem." Chief Patrick said.
"What problem?"
Chief Patrick took his time to explain how he saw a leftover browser on his laptop where someone was getting more information about Eagle group, a notorious group of smugglers and assassination executers in the early seventies when Nigeria first had her general election for a democratically elected president, a northerner. The Eagle group many decades later changed to Khal corp to satisfy their hunger for power.
"Rachel had everything with her. But I was able to get it off her when I visited her." Chief Patrick concluded.
"She is on the to-be-killed list." Kelvin said in almost a whisper.
"How sure are you that she hadn't told anyone?" His father asked.
"That's not the point. Whoever she told would be too afraid to come out to make an arrest. But Rachel has to die for this." Kelvin said.
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Onome was standing outside Chief Patrick's study eavesdropping father and son heated arguement now turned mind rubbing conversation. Would anyone believe that an arguement which began in a very high note and threatened to turn bloody could end up becoming a conversation where the two parties will reach a compromise?
So, Chief is the one sponsoring Khal corp? Kelvin is a member? Is she safe? But why was Rachel mentioned? Were the questions going through her mind.
Even though she didn't hear the part where Kelvin whispered about Rachel, but she heard Chief Patrick saying something about Rachel having something in her possession which he had since gotten back unknown to her(Rachel)
"I need to talk to Rachel." She thought as she tip toed back down the stairs.

--to be continued--

My main account is back in action. Kip it locked for update is on the way.

rapmike:
Una never finish the story na! What is the key about? What happens to Uche, Rimi and Zaniab? Will Rimi ever get his revenge?

Where are the writers to answer this questions?

The story is still on.

--continuation--
It was late in the night when Clement drove into the house, even though he was tired, he was veryhappy that everything he did today, he was able to put them under control such that, he only needed to start from where he stopped it during the weekend on Monday.
He remembered he still hasn't gone to to see Jay as he requested. What does he have to say? Maybe he wants to vindicate himself or probably brainwash him. If he inteded doing either of the two, then he is in for a long ride. Then his mind flashed to Mike's report at Doctor Rapheal's involvement with Oloyede(Don) and his crew. But he concluded the Rapheal is not a major threat to their investigation, maybe he was only rendering home treatment to the guys, but no matter what he does, he deserves at least a few hour behind the bars before being charged to court, because its impossible for him to be called to come and treat headache when two tablets of any pain killer will suppress the ache. He has to be doing something illegal, maybe treating a gunshot wound. From the statement written by the nightwatch man guarding Dolapo's hostel on the night Tolani was shot, he said he personally shot one of the hoodlums who came to attack the girls, and a few days later, Doctor Rapheal was spotted in the apartment. It all points at him that he was helped the guys treat their gunshot wounds.
Then he remembered its been over a week since she last visited Tolani at the hospital, that's very bad of him, he didn't even ask Dolapo who has made it a point of duty to visit the hospital everyday how Tolani was fairing. Maybe he would go and see her tomorrow on his way back from church.
He pushed the front door opened and entered the living room.
"Good evening here." He said shutting the door behind him and drawing the curtain back in place.
"Welcome Uncle." Dolapo who was helping Rachel treat her foot nails thanks to the manicure kit.
"Thank you dear, where is Chidi?" Clement asked.
Chidinma appeared at the doorway into the kitchen.
"Am here." She said waving to her sister's husband.
Clement smiled and squatted beside his wife. He planted a kiss on her lips.
"Did you girls see anything?" He asked facing Chidinma.
"No we didn't." she replied.
He turned his attention back to Dolapo who was trying conceal her giggles.
"Did you see anything?" He asked smiling.
"Not at all. The moment I saw you going down, I knew something was about to happen which is not good for a small girl like me, so I covered my eyes with my hands." She explained laughing out loud.
Everyone in the living room couldn't help but laugh at the joke.
"Let me take over from here." Clementt said.
Dolapo dropped Rachel's leg from her laps and placed it on Clement's laps.
"Don't spoil the good work I started o." She warned playfully before darting off into the kitchen.
Three minutes later, Clement hand't done anything new except that he kept rubbing the same nail with nail cleanser.
"Clement!" Rachel called tapping him.
He snapped out of his thoughts with a start and faced his wife with a blank expression on his face.
"What's the matter? What are you thinking?" She asked.
He wished he could just open up to his wife about his long lost sister who was presently in the police custody for fire arms caught in her possession and because she was also and assassin, but he just could tell a thrid party.
"Am still thinking about Sylvester's wife." He lied with a sad smiled.
Rachel took her legs off his laps and moved closer to him.
"Thinking about her death will do you no good. Just make sure you stand by Sylvester and ensure he comes out of it and return to work, so you all can collectively achieve your long term goal." She adviced.
Just then little Amanda who was yet to be christened but Clement had started calling her by the name he intend giving her, gave a sharp cry from the bedroom.
"My baby is awake. Let me go and check on her." Rachel said and left the living room.

--to be continued--

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Rachel has since woken up and was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression written on her face. Dolapo was seated by her bedside looking at her frail figure on the bed.
"Dolapo." She said turning to face her.
"Aunty, you are awake. Thank you God." Dolapo said.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You were bleeding from the stitches below you tommy, and after that you passed out." Dolapo explained.
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief.
"Where is my baby?" She asked.
"Chidinma is with her at home." Just then the door into ward opened and Doctor Rapheal walked in.
"How are you feeling now dear?" He asked touching Rachel on the cheek.
Dolapo hissed angrily as she eyed the randy doctor.
"So, you'll be admitted here until you are good to go. Actually, I would have adviced you to stay back until we have the stitches removed but you husband wants you home." Rapheal explained.
"I understand you perfectly Doctor. But I am going home today. As a matter of fact, I am going home now." Rachel replied.
Rapheal was taken aback by the reply he got. He was expecting her to grasp the opportunity of them being together all day. Another thing that suprised him was the sudden change in the tone and manner which they conversed. She just spoke to him basically on official terms by calling him Doctor and not Rapheal or Raph like she used to.
"I am afraid you can't go home today. We need to watch over you for at least the rest of the day." Rapheal said.
"My husband will watch over me, as well as my sisters, so I don't need your help." Rachel said, this time she was on her feet looking for her flip flop footwear.
"I know they can watch over you, but medically they can't. I am afraid you'll suffer a reoccurrence before the day runs out and by then things might get out of hand." Rapheal said convincingly.
"Is it by force? She said she wants to go home, what's your problem about that?" Dolapo chipped in.
"I wasn't talking to you young lady." Rapheal said.
"Go change the way you live. Not every patient has lost their dignity like you. Not every patient will allow you sleep with them." Dolapo said angrily.
"Aunty, lets go." Dolapo said leading the way like the commander of a battalion while Rachel followed like the members of the troop.
Rapheal stood rooted to the spot. Who the hell is this girl? Ever since she popped up from nowhere, she has been showing up at the wrong time, when it mattered most to him.
"Akpan, lets go." Dolapo said as she opened the door into the back seat for Rachel who hopped in.
"So quick." Akpan snapped from his reverie.
Dolapo hopped into the passenger side beside Akpan and he drove out of the hospital premises.
Five minutes into their silent journey, Rachel broke the silence.
"Dolapo, I don't like the way you spoke to Rapheal, its a slap on my face. You said not every patient has lost their dignity, and you know I am guilty of this, have I lost my dignity too?"
"Aunty please, I don't mean it that way. I was only saying my own, I never meant to abuse you." Dolapo said going down on her knees.
"There is no way you can kneel down there, there is not enough room, when we get home, you can kneel all you want." Rachel said jokingly.
Seven minutes later, Akpan drove into the compound. Dolapo alighted and opened the backdoor for Rachel and at the same time, went down on her knees.
"What's the matter?" Rachel asked.
Then she remembered what she said on their way.
"No, no, no. Dolapo, I was only joking. Come on stand up." Rachel said pulling her to her feet and the two ladies walked into the house hand-in-hand.

--to be continued--

Vonn, to say the truth, I never knew you had a story around here. And I am deeply sorry about that because you invited me over and I didn't show up probably because I didn't check my mention as at that time.
But not to worry, I will read the story before I sleep tonight. I hope it will be a jolly good ride.

Onemansquad:
oga D u promised us 6 to 8 updates oo u rememba shey

NO DISTURBANCE! Shey you remember?

Updates to drop in few hours

OMA4U:
Hey brother, I'm honoured. Same to you, sir.

The great OMA4U too? I am a happy man afterall.

HumbledbYGrace:
its an honor having you among us dear

Eh! HBG quoted my post? This just made my day.

Three updates already dropped and still running. But right now, the son of man has to eat.
More updates to drop after 11am as the case may be. And I use this medium to acknowledge the presence of new readers who are commenting for the first time on the thread;
Mma22, MzPreshie and others. You are welcome into the house.

--continuation--
Rachel carried her baby in her hands and walked into the room. She was feeling dizzy and therefore needed to take a quick nap.
She was happy with the latest development she saw in her room, everywhere was neat, the dirty clothes had been taken to the backyard for washing and the bed spread has been changed. She felt grateful to whoever did this, then she remembered it was Dolapo. Could this girl be after my husband? She asked herself.
Then her eyes strucked something. The empty cloth basket should not be this empty, even if all the dirty clothes has been taken out for washing, there should still remain some papers among which were some bank statement, electricity bills and above all, the most important thing, Chief Obi Patrick's secret.
"Dolapo!!!!!" She screamed her name.
In twenty seconds, Dolapo was standing before her. Visibly afraid that she had committed another crime.
"When you took the clothes off that basket, did you see any papers in there?" She asked.
"Yes ma." Dolapo replied.
"So, where are they?" Rachel asked.
"They are in the waste bin." Dolapo replied.
Immediately, Rachel ran out of the room, knocking her down in the process.
This time, Chidinma had left whatever she was doing and was closely on her elder sister's heels.
Rachel ransacked the waste bin but saw nothing that interest her. Every other papers from the cloth basket were present in the waste bin while only Chief Obi Patrick's secret was missing.
Everything all pointed at the possibility of her father-in-law, having already gotten the paper and left with it. It was no coincidence that the moment Dolapo was sweeping her(Rachel) room was when her father-in-law arrived. There is every possiblity that he saw the secret paper before Dolapo could pack the dirts to the waste bin outside and had already kept it.
"Rachy, what are you looking for?" Chidinma asked.
This time Dolapo had joined them outside and was lost from the way she looked. She wasn't lost in New york, neither was she lost in the jungle. But lost in Clement's house, all thanks to Rachel's outburst.
"Aunty, what are you looking for?" She asked innocently.
"Are you mad?" Rachel asked inching towards Dolapo who stood rooted to the spot in suprise. Even if she needed a home to rest her head every night, must she be treated like an outcast or something?
Chidinma mouthed something like she(Dolapo) should run away, but it was too late, because Rachel had already closed in on her and had pushed her to the ground. But all thanks to the quick intervention of Akpan who was able to prevent any cat and dog fight between the two ladies or better still put as, before Rachel started beating and hitting Dolapo.
"Madam, please don't beat her." Akpan pleaded.
Rachel stood up and adjusted her cloth.
"Rachy, seriously I don't like the way you are behaving. What are you looking for that warrants you hitting Dolapo?" Chidinma asked.
"The paper I told you about last week. About my father-in-law, this stupid girl swept it out of my room and the hold man had alread gotten it." Rachel explained.
Chidinma's face fell that moment, she had planned to defend Dolapo all through, but hearing what she did wrong, she concluded that Dolapo deserved more than mere beating. But on a second thought, she realised that Dolapo knew nothing about the paper in the first place, and without checking it, she might have just swept it out.
"Did you tell her about the paper or what it represents?" Chidinma asked.
Rachel shook her head weakly in negative.
"You see, assuming you told her about the paper, she would have kept it for you. Maybe she just swept everything without checking them." Chidinma explained.
Rachel's face dropped. Did she just react without thorought thinking again?
Dolapo just stood a few metres away from them crying while Akpan tried consoling her.
Just like it happens in films, Rachel started going down like she wanted to collapse.
"Rachy!" Chidinma screamed.
Everyone's attention was diverted unto Rachel as they all squatted beside her.
"The stitch had loosed." Dolapo informed as she saw blood oozing out from where she was operated on in the hospital during her delivery. The screams and the struggled she had with Dolapo were too much to handle for her.
"Get the car key." Chidinma screamed as Dolapo raced into the house in search of the car key.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Clement parked his car in front of Sanra Oselu's bungalow. In company of the junior officer, he walked up to the gate and pressed the ring, alas, it wasn't working. He knocked the gate lightly and he could hear approaching footsteps.
"Who be that?" A masculine voice asked.
The gate was yanked open and it revealed the face of a young man with tribal marks, his intonation sounds like that of a notherner, but that's not what brought him here.
"Is this Sandra Oselu's house?" Clement asked.
"Yes sir. How may I help you?" The gateman, Sabur asked.
"My name is Inspector Clement from the police headquarters. We need to ask her some questions." Clement replied flashing his ID card which he quickly tucked back in his breast pocket as it seemed the man before him believed him, so there was no need showing his ID card.
"You ai(are) a policeman? Inspector." Sabur asked.
Clement nodded affirmatively.
"come in." Sabur stepped aside and opened the gate wider for the two men to enter.
"Wait here, let me go and inform my madam." He said and in a flash, he had disappeared into the main house.
A few minutes later, he returned.
"Come with me."
Clement followed the young man who only showed the trait of a gatekeeper and not a security, because under normal circumstance, he should first seek permission from his employer before allowing them entrance into the compound.
"Thank you Sabur." A young lady of about twenty six said.
Clement and his partner walked into the living room proper and came face to face with the international model and another young lady who was kneeling before Sandra with tears in her eyes.
"I am Inspector Clement Patrick and with me here is..." Clement said, then he realised he didn't even know the name of the officer beside.
Seeing his boss predicament, he quickly chipped in.
"Coporal Olawale."
Sandra smiled and mtioned them to a seat.
After the two officers had taken their seats, silence enveloped the living room and Clement continued looking from Sandra to the other girl who by now was seating beside Sandra.
Sandra knew what it meant and put it into action.
"Janet, excuse us." She said.
Oh! Janet is her name? What a nice name. Not like he cared about her name in the first place, but he loved the way 'Janet' sounded when Sandra spoke.
The girl stood up and greeted the two officers once again before walking out of the living room.
"How may I help you guys?" Sandra asked.
"Yeah, thank you. Like I said earlier, we are policemen and we have some questions for you." Clement began.
Sandra nodded and just then, Janet returned into the living room with a 1litre pack of fruit juice.
"Please manage the drink for me. I stock my fridge with fruit juice an nothing else." Sandra said smiling.
Clement smiled. If we still have fearless citizens in this country who in the wake of getting a suprise visit by the police could still serve them with drinks, then he was convinced, such citizens had no skeleton in their cupboard, but it could all be pretense or a ploy to get them killed.
But he knew, Sandra was confident because of her status as a public figure and a celebrity.
"On thursday, last week, you were spotted at an apartment in Isolo, belonging to one Mr Oloyede." Clement began.
She remembered visiting Don who lived in Isolo, but the Mr Oloyede in this context is unknown to her. Maybe Don's real name was Oloyede.
"What's your relationship with him. The man is on the police wanted list and seeing a young and respectable woman of your status and class with such criminal, wee can not but wonder what could be going on." Clement added.
Sandra looked at the two policemen and decided to open up to them. Afterall, she hadn't done anything illegal or unlawful.
She explained everything from the onset but refused to include Janet's name in the narration. How one of her former employee had sneaked into her room and took a picture of her and a certain lawyer. Then blackmailers came into the picture, she was made to cough out eight million naira, but on the long run, she got to know who was responsible for the act.
She was not a serial liar, but she was sure with what she just said, it will be difficult for anybody to see through it. Unless they get Victoria, but she made sure she didn't mention her name. It is only Victoria who could tell them she personally went to get Janet from her house. But first, Janet had to return her own share of the blackmail money back to Rahmon.
"You said you knew the person behind the act. Could you please tell us."
"His name is Rahmon." She replied.
Clement exchanged looks with his partner who stared back blankly. He had no idea of who Rahmon was.
"He is in our custody." Clement said.
"Really? I am coming with you." She said and quickly ran out of the living room.
But who told her they were ready to leave?
--to be continued--

--continuation--
Proceedings at the upper chamber of the National assembly otherwise known as the senate was on recess. Several lawmakers can be seen in twos or threes as the case may be discussing various issues that has to do with the Nation or their personal interest.
The president of the senate was seated on his seat while his deputy and other top lawmakers from the ruling party were discussing a few metres away from others. As stipulated in the Assembly ethics and modes of operation, during every sitting, there will always be an hour recess during which side issues can be discussed, during which men of the press can be granted permission to interview any lawmaker of their choice.
A man walked into the hall that moment dressed in a white flowing gown with a cap to match. Everything about his dressing smelt influence, he seems to be an influencial politician because, as he moved closer to the senate president's seat he exchanged pleasantries with almost every lawmaker in the hall.
"Mr President." The man said shaking hands with the senate president.
He shook hands with other lawmakers he met around the senate president.
"You asked to see me?" The senate president asked.
"Yes, Mr president." He replied.
"Go on." The senate president urged.
The man cleared his throat and began.
"I have been working with the president of this great nation for many years now, and as a loyal servant, he has used me the way he pleases, sent me on errand which he himself can not do if he were to be in my shoes. I did them all, afterall I am working with the number citizen of this country for the good and benefit of the masses. As his special aide, he had taken his time and confided in me, told me many things which ought not to be heard of a president. Even an autocratic ruler can't do such things, not to talk of a democratic ruler." He began.
He could see the look of impatience on the faces of his audience, he couldn't be blamed, he worked with the president as a special assistant on media and publicity, so his long speeches were mostly expected. Afterall he was an orator.
"We have less than twenty minutes before proceedings resumes?" The Deputy senate president reminded.
"I have the list of those sponsoring khal corporation." He blurted out.
The Senate president gave him a are-you-out-of-your-mind look.
"The list of what?" The president asked.
"Those sponsoring terrorism as a weapon of insurgency in Nigeria." The man replied confidently.
The senate president himself knew those sponsoring Khal corp, even though he was not a part of the game plan, but as the number three citizen of the country, the president briefed him about it, but expected it to be kept a secret.
"How sure are you?" The deputy senate president asked.
"I have most of the recordings with me. He makes strategies with the chiefs of the army and other security agencies and later sell out the strategies to Khal corp who will in turn take the advantage of knowing the next move of the Nigerian millitary even before and average soldier knew about it. The only part of the country where the president is not making headway is in the South west, Lagos state to be precise. You know Lagos is governed by an opposition who directly work with the police as the strongest security agency in the state. The plan of the president now is to declare a state of emrgency in Lagos, then appoint a millitary administrator. Meaning, the soldiers will have the ultimate power and all existing office holders will be powerless, same with the police." The presidential aide explained.
This is a shocking revelation and the senate president knew if this should get out of the few of them discussing presently, if the opposition by chance get this piece of information, it means the end for the young president who at fifty is currently nursing his second term ambition. He needed to find a way to discharge this man and make sure the next sitting immediately after recess which will mainly be about the emergency rule deliberation.
"Drop all evidences with the clerk of the house." The senate president said.
The man gave a brown envelop to the clerk who was also part of the listening lawmakers.
The presidential aide exited the hall and headed for the senate president's office.
Sitting resumed a few minutes later and as expected, the senate president adjourned the sitting as supported by the majority.

--to be continued--

Fifteen nairaland writers came together and started a story which today is a chapter away from the end.
When I say fifteen writers, I mean the house hold names in the literature section. New nairaland members may not know them or come accross their stories. On this list we have people like Mazi, HBG and some many present day active writers among which I am lucky to be one.
Read the story and I am sure it will be the best you have ever read.
Here is the link to the thread; https://www.nairaland.com/2000557/nairaland-writers-collaboration-2014.

If you have any comment, criticism or correction to the last chapter, feel free to drop them. But the rule says, "don't comment on the story thread."
The comment thread is this; https://www.nairaland.com/2000600/nairaland-detection-club-2-2014/7.
Obinnau, do the needful.

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He turned round and saw a lifeless Uche sprawled to the ground with blood oozing out of his head. Another suprise was the lifeless body of Dino Brown a few inches away from Uche.
How Dino had died, he didn't know, but he remembered before he jumped on One bullet, Uche had pulled the trigger which unmistakenly must have hit Dino Brown in the chest while the bullet that missed him during his scuffle with One bullet must have hit Uche.
How he wished he saw how life was drained out of Dino Brown, the man who wanted him dead, but he was glad everything is all but over now.
"Let get out of here." He said to Zainab who tagged along with him, but not without picking her handbag and the 9mm revolver which laid beside Uche.
Rimi was still finding it hard to believe, if a man like Senator Dino
Brown, who wielded so much power could die so easily, then he
concluded that there is no one with the ultimate power on earth.
For the fear of being spotted, the two of them took the exit behind the house into a thick forest which they were convinced would one way or the other connect to a main road.
Kassim's men who had followed Dino Brown from the time he drove out of his house carefully walked into the house and to their suprise found One Bullet, Uche and most suprisingly Dino Brown lying on the floor lifeless. Another two dead bodies were lying on a couch near the
window. But who could be responsible for these killings? They had only heard two gunshots which means that only two people were killed a
few minutes ago, how about these two who were lying almost on top of each other near the window? No doubt this one had his brain smashed.
"Someone is missing." Kassim's man number one announced.
"Yeah. Not one but two." Kassim's man number two added.
"The ex-convict and the young lady." Kassim's man one said while
his colleagues nodded in affirmation.
Kassim's man one picked up his phone and dialled a number which he had gotten from his boss phone a few hours ago.
A sweet angelic voice came on from the other end.
"I want to speak with Don..... Don Kamir." He said.
"Who are you?" Crystal asked.
"I work for Kassim." He replied.
"What do you have for him?" Crystal asked again.
"Dino Brown is dead." He announced.
The line went off immediately.
******
Crystal input the pass codes into Don Kamir's chamber and walked
inside. Kamir swung his chair and turned to face her.
"What do you have for me Crystal?" He asked.
"Dino is dead." She announced.
Kamir kept quiet for a few seconds trying o process the news he
just heard from his most trusted servant.
Could Dino be dead so easily? Was the ultimate question on his mind.
"The key?" He said almost in a whisper.
Crystal understood what he meant, but she forgot to ask the self acclaimed Kassim's man the question of who killed him or where Kassim was.
She moved a few metres away from Don and redialled the number same number whose call she recieved just now.
"Who killed Dino?" Crystal asked.
"By the time we entered the house, a young man and lady had escaped." Kassim's man number one tried his best to explain.
"Meaning, the they killed Dino and took the key?" Crystal asked.
"What key?"
"Be on the lookout. Search every possible escape routes out of the city, they must be caught." Crystal said and hung up.
She returned to Don who was fuming and his chest rising and falling in a way Crystal had never seen.
"Whoever killed Dino Brown must be with the key." He said and she nodded.
END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WRITTEN BY D9TY7

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
IS THIS REALLY THE END?
Uche smiled at Rimi the moment he saw him mouth something like a gun inside the bag which was less and an inch away from him. Rimi held Zainab's hand tightly like he couldn't let her go even in the face of death while Zainab's heart raced faster than usual.
One bullet with his eagle eye was looking from one person to the
other, his gun held firmly in his right hand, at alert and ready to
shoot anyone who tries anything funny. Rimi shuddered when he
discovered that one bullet during the course of looking at the three
of them had his eyes fixed for a very long time before blinking away.
Rimi knew he was being suspicious of Uche planning some deadly for him, but he couldn't just conclude, maybe because he had his hands tied.
Rimi looked at Zainab who smiled at him in return with a you-have-to-be-strong look. Rimi made up his mind to face whatever would be coming his way in the next minute as they await the arrival
of One bullet's employer or boss.
"What do you have there?" One bullet asked the most dreaded
question which Rimi has been anticipating.
"Nothing." Uche replied innocently.
One bullet looked from Rimi to Zainab then to Uche.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, I am." Uche replied.
The silence that enveloped the room that moment could not be
described. As the hand of the clock ticked away, their proposed
downfall neared.
Just then the front door opened and a man probably in his mid or
late forties walked into the living room with bloodshot eyes.
"Welcome boss." One bullet greeted rising up.
"Yeah, One bullet." The new man replied.
One bullet? What a weird name." Rimi thought. But that was the
least of his worries right now because the reason why he was referred as One bullet, he didn't know but he was sure he must be one hell of a dangerous man.
"Untie them." Dino said when he discovered they were powerless even if they were given the freedom to move freely, they had no weapons on them.
"What's your name?" The new man asked Uche.
"Uche." He replied confidently.
"And you my lady?"
"Zainab Adamu." Zainab replied.
The name Adamu rang a bell and triggered his memory.
"Zainab Adamu?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
Zainab nodded and smiled for the first time since the intrusion of
One bullet.
"The same Adamu? Adeola Adamu, the CEO of Industrial treasure bank?" Dino asked.
Zainab nodded affirmatively.
"I am Dino Brown." He said.
Isn't this the same Dino Brown who was the individual with the largest treasure in her father's safe? And after the bank was robbed, his father was
killed by powerful customers who used his bank. There are every
possibility that this man Dino knew about her father's death.
"I don't need to ask what your name is, because I know a lot
about you and with me standing here before you, I want you to tell me who has my key." Dino said referring to Rimi.
"I don't know anything about your lost key or whatever you are
talking about. I was not even part of the robbery." Rimi
replied defiantly.
Mr Dino Brown stood up and took three steps towards Rimi with his
bloodshot eyes, even though it was quite evident that he was weak, either because he was going through a physical or psycological distress.
"You mean you don't know anything about my lost key?" Dino asked smiling.
What could be amusing this beast of a man? Rimi thought.
"where are your other accomplices with whom you robbed the bank and stole my key?" He asked failing to notice the two bodies that lay on the ground.
"I was never part of the robbery. I was just at the wrong place
at the wrong time." Rimi replied.
"You know nothing about the robbery right?"
Rimi nodded his head affirmatively.
"Then who does?" Dina asked, this time he had already closed in
on him and had grabbed him by the collar and was almost sqeezing life out of him.
Rimi quickly glanced at Uche who had used the opportunity of the
scuffle between Dino and Rimi to pick the gun from the bag with no one noticing and awaiting the right moment to shoot. Dino on his part thought Rimi was accusing Uche of masterminding the whole robbery and had already released his grip on Rimi and was advancing towards Uche with clenched fists. Unknown to everyone in the room, Uche had picked the gun during the time when everyone's attention was centred on Dino and Rimi's scuffle. As if they had already planned this, Rimi threw his weight at One Bullet who was caught unawares, the two men fell to the ground and Rimi tried strangling him to death, but a shot was released. Rimi didn't care, so far it didn't hit him. Then he remembered Zainab, whom he was falling in love with. He wanted to release his grip on One bullet but he knew what the outcome would be.
The man One Bullet was begining to gain grounds, and just when he was about giving up, he saw Zainab hit him on the head with a flower vase.
"Thanks." Rimi said and inched closer to Zainab.
"Uche is dead." She said in almost a choking voice.
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