Chapter Nineteen



Lola funeral service took place in sixty-year-old Anglican can church. The auditorium overflowed with people, mostly celebrities, dressed for elegant mourning and waited quietly when Abigail and Andrew took the last open spaces against the back wall. The front seats were occupied by Lola's family and friends. Abigail could see the mourning relatives. Lola's husband cold eyes stared at his wife's coffin as if his soul lay inside, leaving his body lost on earth. Beside him were his kids and Lola's mother, her hair completely hidden by a black hair tie.

Abigail was very sad for losing a wonderful person like Lola. She thought about herself. She would have be in her grave if it wasn't James who saved her from Jessica, who would have escaped without being caught. She silently thank God for her life, but sad about Lola.

The bishop took to the pulpit for an opening prayer.

Abigail stared at Andrew. "What?"

"Over there." Andrew nodded toward the direction.

"What is it?"

"Brothers and sisters," the bishop intoned. "Before coming here, I have a hand time coming up with something to say about the deceased."

"James."

"....there is so much to say about Lola Daniels, that I don't even know where to start."

"James?" Abigail leaned her head forward.

"By the window from the right."

James was sitting in middle of two of his bodyguard. He wore a suit that matched his black hat.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" Abigail asked.

"Paying respect to the dead, maybe."

She stared at him. "He's not that bad then. He has a heart."

Andrew glanced at her. "I can see you've begin to like him."

"He saved my life."

"Yes," Andrew met her gaze. "He did."

Lola's coffin was carried out by six men, three at each side toward the church cemetery. The crowd sang along with the melodies coming out from the trumpeters and drummers as they all walked toward the cemetery. After a merciful brief graveside service the crowd scattered to their cars.

"Hi."

Abigail turned to see James, two of his men behind him. "Oh, hi."

"How is you?"

Her smile started from side of her lips and spread to the other. "I'm good, thanks."

"Sorry about your friend."

Abigail nodded with another half smile. "Thanks for coming."

Andrew stepped up to them. "James," he offered him a hand shake. "Good to see you."

"Yea, but I'm still finding it hard to forgive you for letting me lose that murderer to the government."

Andrew laughed. "I'm sorry."

"I still have a chance of getting my gold," James stared at him. "But if I fail to get it, you're fired."

Andrew laughed and watched James walked away. He knew he won't give up on the gold, and he doesn't think he had chances of him getting it.

Abigail stared at Lola's husband for few seconds in pity, wondering how he would feel about his wife's death. She felt sorry for the man and walked toward him. "Hi."

He stared at her with a face so hunted.  "Abigail, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry about your wife."

The man just nodded. He had reached the point in his grief where words no longer help.

"Really sorry."

"Thanks," he said and walked away.

Abigail stared at him silently as he walked toward his children, and sadly shook her head.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Andrew appeared at her side.

Abigail met his gaze and they walked toward where Andrew's car was parked.

"Should I drop you home?" Andrew asked as he drove out the church premises.

"Where else do you suggest I should be?"

"My place." He smiled.

She glanced at him. "Your place?"

"What do you think?"

"I think I should be home."

He laughed. "When last did you had fun?"

"Long before John was murdered."

"That was a long time ago." He glanced at her. "You need to relax, Abigail, to enjoy yourself and have whole lot of fun.''

''I know."

''Glad to hear, 'cause all work without play makes Abigail...''

''I'm not dull."

Andrew met her eyes. ''Darling, you need a man.''

The comment brought a quick frown to Abigail's face but gave herself a shake and glanced at him. ''What makes you think I need a social life?''

''Come on dear, you and I knows you need a social life."

Abigail favoured him with a smile. ''I don't need a man." She said. "What's on your mind."

"I think am in love," Andrew ended with a wink.

"With?"

"I'm not going to say it," he gave out a soft laugh.

Abigail smiled.

*****

Jessica's mother was outside the house washing cloths under a very big mango tree when she saw a white jeep pulled to a stop at the front of the house. She raised up her head up and stared at the three men that came out of the car. She studied them carefully as they advanced toward her.

James and his men left Lagos just after the graveside service to Owo, in Ondo state to locate Kate. It was a try that James decided to take, he wasn't sure if he would get his gold from this source.

"Good afternoon."

"Welcome sir," the woman said. "How may I help you?"

"We're from Lagos," Spenky said. "We want to see your daughter, Kate."

The woman pulled herself up. "Hope there is no problem?"

"No problem," James said. "We just want to have a few words with her."

The woman stared at them thoughtfully for few seconds. "Are you sure there is no problem?"

"No problem madam."

Kate walked out of the house with a wrapper tired around her waist with a Barcelona Jessy. She studied their faces and met her mother's gaze. "What is going on?"

"They're here to see you." Her mother said.

James stared at her. "You're Kate?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Can I talk to you alone for few minutes? It's about Jessica." James said with a blank expression.

"Aunty Jessica? Okay." She took a step forward.

"Where are you going?" Her mother asked.

"We just want discourse something, it's about aunty Jessica."

"What has she done again?"

Kate ignored her mother and followed James toward where the car was parked.

"I believe you're aware your sister is in jail."

"Yes, I know." Kate met his gaze.

"She would be released in few days time," he lied.

"Serious?"

"Yes, only if you're able to provide the gold artifact that is with you."

She narrowed her eyes. "Gold artifact? But I don't have any."

"Jessica said you took it from her apartment," James voice was calm. "And that gold was stolen by your sister from the person she murdered."

Kate was silent for few seconds. "But I didn't take any gold from her apartment."

"Do you want your sister to remain in jail for the rest of her life?"

"No, but I didn't take any gold." She said thoughtfully. "The only thing I took from her room was a sculpture of a male and female, not a gold."

A trace of smile appeared on James's lips and it vanished quickly. "That's it. A sculpture of a male and female, right?"

"Yes."

"It's not just a sculpture, It an artifact, made of gold."

Kate released the breath she had not know she held. "Gold artifact? Are you serious?"

"Yes, that's why we're here. We want to take it back so your sister can be freed from jail."

Kate scratched her head with her right hand. "I didn't know it was a gold, I just sold it three days ago."

"You did what?" His voice was cold.

"I...I sold it to one of my cousin," her voice trembled. "I didn't know it was a gold."

Anger bubbled in James, but he controlled himself. "How much was it sold?"

"Ten..ten..thousand." She stammered.

James felt like giving her a hot slap but he held his hand. "Where is this cousin you sold the gold to?"

Kate met his cold eyes and it frightened her. "He lives in Lagos."

"Good, you're going to follow us to Lagos to show us his residence."

She pulled her gaze away. "Since he left for Lagos, I've never been to his house."

"Then, how are we supposed to get him?"

"I have his phone number."

"What about his parents?"

"They live down the street."

He stared straight in her eyes. "Takes us there."

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I hope Abigail marries before the story finish.

I hope so too.

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thanks for the mention. it means alot to me. meanwhile, I hope all works well for Abigail. I can't wait to attend her wedding.

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Chapter Eighteen





Juliet held Abigail's bag in one hand as they walked out of the hospital with bright smiles on there faces. The doctor joined them as they got to the car park, and met Abigail's gaze. "Madam, don't forget to take your drugs, and remember you need a lot of rest."

Abigail smiled. "I will, thanks."

"Thank you doctor." Segun offered him a handshake.

"You're welcome."

Juliet put the bag in the boot and held Abigail's hand. They both settled in the backseat while Segun rolled the car out of the premises.

Juliet paved through her bag and brought out her ringing phone. She stared at the cellphone screen, then glaced at Abigail. "Your dad."

Abigail slid her gaze to her. "Pick it."

"Hello?"

"My daughter, we're in Lagos." Abigail's father said from the other end.

"Where exactly are you?"

"Hmm...Ojota park."

"Okay, stay right there I'll send my driver to pick you."

"Thank you my daughter, we're waiting."

Juliet ended the call and pushed in a number. She held the phone to her ear and spoke with her driver a few more minutes before ending it.

Segun glanced at her through the inner mirror. "Why don't we just drive down there and pick them up?"

"No." Abigail said.

Segun cut a keke Napep and took a quick glance at Abigail. "Why?"

"I would prefer the driver to pick them."

"Segun nodded. "Alright."

Few minutes later, they were home. The gate was wide opened by the security man and Segun rolled the car into the compound.

A young lady in her early twenties walked out of the house toward them. She said her greetings and collected Abigail's bag from Juliet, walking back into the house.

Abigail stared at her. "Who's that person?" She asked Juliet.

"My maid." Juliet said. "I employed her about two months ago."

They walked into the sitting room. "You need it," Abigail said. "But you need to keep eyes on her, those maid can funny at times."

Juliet laughed. "She's a nice girl, and a very good cook."

Abigail went slowly into the chair and pulled her eyes toward Segun as he walked into the sitting room.

"I'm glad you're home." Segun settled in a three seater leather chair and met Juliet's eyes. "Prepare something for Abigail to eat, and our visitors."

Juliet smiled and stared at Abigail. "You need something hot, like pepper soup."

Abigail laughed. "Exactly."

The door bell caught their attention as it rang.

"Come in." Segun said.

Juliet's driver walked in with Abigail's parent behind him.

"Aww..welcome." Juliet walked toward them.

"How are you my dear?" Abigail's mother embraced Juliet.

"Fine ma.."

Segun got his feet and prostrate toward Abigail's father. "Welcome sir."

"Stand up my son," the old man held him up. "God be with you."

Abigail got to her feet, staring silently while her mother hurried to her side and pulled her into embrace. "Olowo ori mi...(My dearest daughter) sorry dear."

"Abigail?" Her father stared at her. "Omo Akin. (Daughter of her father.) You made us proud."

"Thank you papa." Abigail met her mother's gaze. "Welcome mama."

"Jomoke!" Juliet called out to her maid while the young lady hurried into the sitting room.

"Ma'am."

"Carry those bags into the visitor's room." Juliet said.

They all sat down and Segun brought out a bottle of wine from his bar and offered his visitors. "Thank you very much." The old man said with a smile.

"You're welcome sir," Segun smiled.

The old man opened the drink and poured it into a glass cup and began to pray for Segun. "As you have been taking care of my daughter, God will also take care of you." He added.

"Amen.." Segun smiled beautifully. "Thank you sir."

"Let me go prepared food for us." Juliet told Abigail and left the sitting room.

The old man took a sip from his glass of wine and handed it to Segun while Segun sipped a little and retuned it to the old man. Abigail's father poured more wine into the glass cup and handed it to Abigail's mother.

The old woman collected it and began to also pray for Segun, thanking him for being nice to her daughter. "God will bless you my son."

"Amen...."

Abigail stared at her mother as she perused the golden liquid. "Mama?" She said.

"Yes my daughter."

"Do you remember Segun?"

Her mother stared at her thoughtfully. "That former boyfriend of yours?"

"Yes."

Her mother sighed. "Was it not that good for nothing boy that made you went through all those challenges. If he had been responsible would you walk away from the relationship and fell into the trap you fell into?"

Abigail smiled and met her father's gaze. "Papa do you remember him?"

"Yes dear," her father said. "I remember telling you to stick to that young man. If you hadn't listen to your mother, you wouldn't have been to jail."

Her mother frowned. "You've started again. Why do you always put the blame on me?" She hissed.

The old man stared at his wife. "Who am I to blame?"

Abigail pulled out a soft laugh and met Segun's gaze. "I'm sorry to say this, but I have to say it because of my mother and I guess this is the right time to say it."

"Abigail?" Segun tried to stop her.

Abigail ignored him and met her mother's gaze. "Mama this is Segun."

Her mother narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "How possible?  Is he not Juliet's husband?"

"Yes he is," Abigail said. "He's the owner of this house and everything in it."

"Oti o.." Her mother stared at Segun silently and buried her head in shame.

Her father shook his head and Stared at his wife. "You see."

"I tried to forget what you made me went through, because if it wasn't you, I wouldn't have been to jail."

"Abigail stop," Juliet walked into the sitting room.

"Let me speak, Juliet." Abigail said and met her mother's gaze. "You poisoned my heart against Segun just because he was poor then,  that he wouldn't do me any good. You made me dumped him because you wanted me to get married and give you a grandchild. But today you're sitting in his houses." Abigail smiled.  "It's a pity you didn't even recognised the Segun you condemned before me."

"Abigail please," Segun pulled himself up. "It's all in the past and for Christ sake. It's a joyful day, Abby."

Abigail offerd Segun a perfect smiles. "Thanks Segun, it a beautiful day."

"Sure it is," Segun said. "Let's celebrate."

Abigail slid her gaze toward her mother. The old woman was so ashamed where she sat with her eyes toward the floor and Abigail, was pleased.

*****

"Kate!"

Kate ignored her mother's call and remained in bed with her gaze fixed on the novel she was reading.

"Kate! Are you not there?" Her mother yelled from outside the house.

"What?" Kate got out of bed angrily. "I'm coming."

"Come outside here, idiot," her mother said. "Someone is asking of you."

Kate hurried out of the house wondering who could that be. "Aww...Bode..."

Her cousin smiled and pulled her into his embrace. "Katty Katty.

"Bode, long time." She was happy to see him. "When did you land?"

"This afternoon."

"Come, come let's go inside." Kate held his hand. "You forget us for village."

"Not like that," Bode said as they got into Kate's room. "Lagos is not easy o."

"That's what you Lagosians always say." Kate laughed. "Look at you, you're looking healthy and fresh."

Bode laughed and sat in the only chair in the room. "It's not as you think, Lagos is too expensive."

"But you're doing well."

"We thank God." He smiled.

Kate pulled herself up. "What can I offer you? Beer or soft drink?"

"Don't worry yourself."

"No o..." Kate insisted. "At least a bottle of soft drink will be okay."

"Okay."

"I will be right back." Kate walked out of the room.

Bode leaned back in the chair and stretched his hand to pick the book which Kate had left on the bed. His eyes met a shining object, a sculpture of a male and a female. He got to his feet and walked toward Kate's dressing table. He lifted it up with one hand and studied it carefully. "This is beautiful," he said.

The door was opened and Kate walked back into the room. "Here is it," she held a plastic bottled of Pepsi.

Bode met her eyes with a smile and collected the drink from her with the other hand. "What's this?"

Kate stared at the sculpture in his arm and smiled. "Its a sculpture, but I called it the gods of love because of the way they held each other tight."

Bode returned to his seat with it. "It's beautiful, where did get it from?"

"It was one of the gift presented to aunty Jessica during her birthday some years back." Kate settled on the edge of the bed. "I took it before she could see it, because I know she wouldn't let me if she knows about it."

"You remind me," he met her gaze. "Sorry about Jessica."

"I hear o," Kate pulled her gaze away. "Na so we see am o."

"Was it true she killed those people?"

"She did. Only God knows the devil that went into her."

"Why na.." Bode said in pity.

"Let's talk something else, I don't like talking about her because it always make me sad."

"Well.." Bode placed the sculpture on the floor and opened his soft drink. He swallowed a few content then lifted the sculpture and met Kate's gaze. "I would like to have this."

Kate stared at it. "You like it?"

"I love it." Bode smiled, studying the sculpture if it was a real gold or not.

Kate laughed. "If it is something else I would have give it to you, but this one is very special, I like the way it use to brighten my room at night."

"Really?" Bode's eyes were on it. "I will to buy it from you."

"Why na..." Kate quizzed her face. "I'm not selling jo."

"Please na..."

Kate stared at the sculpture again. "Okay, how much will you pay for it?"

Bode smiled. "I will give you ten thousand."

"Ten what?" Kate said happily. "Oya, oya bring it and take it away."

Bode brought out his wallet with a perfect smile. He counted ten thousand naira out of it, and handed it to Kate.

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Chapter Seventeen



Jessica was sitting on the floor, not in her richly furnished apartment with maids and loved ones, but behind the bar, where she would spend the rest of life. She brought up one hand to wipe the tears that felt hot on her cheeks as the memories of the past flooded her mind.

She cried, not because she was jailed; she deserve that much for killing two innocent souls, but for her family. How would her husband feels among his colleagues? Would he be able to live with the thought that the mother of his children was a murderer, living behind bars? Would people ever be nice to her kids knowing their mother was a heartless killer? She closed her eyes with so much pains in her heart and cried.

She never thought that someday she would be where she was, after five years of committing the crime. She used to be outside, free and happy. She wept for the life she had left behind.

"Stand up."

The voice brought her back to reality. She raised her head to see a prison officer and she wiped her tears.

"Someone is here to see you." The female officer said and opened the gate of her cell.

Who could that be? She thought. And pulled herself to her full walking out of the her cell room.

She was lead into a large room. A big iron protector separated the inside from the outside. Two other prisoners were in there attending to their visitors. Jessica took her seat in few distance from other inmates, eager to see are visitor.

Finally, she saw him walking to her direction. She frowned and got to her feet, but resist the temptation to walk away.

James stared at her for few minutes, then drew the chair back and settled in it.

"If you're here to ask about the gold," Jessica said. "I'm sorry you won't get answers."

"Sit down," James said calmly.

Jessica ignored and folded her arms over here chest. "What do you want?"

James stared at her in annoyance, but he knows when to control his anger. "Please sit down."

Jessica stared at him for few seconds and returned to her sit.

"What's the use," James said. "You're here now, it doesn't make sense keeping something to get useless in a corner, or in a place where no one would find it. Moreover, there's no chance of you laying hands on it anymore." He leaned forward. " Why not give me back the gold, I will reward you."

"It was stolen," she said. "And that's the truth."

James let his eyes roamed over her for few seconds before he spoke. "How am I suppose to buy that?"

"You said it. I'm here now," she heaved a breath. "What's the use of lying."

"You have beautiful kids," his voice was very low. "It would be a bad idea to sacrifice their lives for your crime."

Jessica frowned. "Leave my children out of this. I told you the gold had been stole, and it happened long before they were born."

"Then you have to save their lives by telling me where to find the gold."

Jessica blew out a long breath. "I took the gold home after John was killed. It was my birthday and everyone were present. I kept it in my room and found out two days after my birthday it wasn't there anymore. I searched everywhere but I couldn't find it."

James nodded. "What about your boyfriends, girlfriends, or any relatives?"

Jessica turned her gaze away thoughtfully. The only person that was with her during the time was Kate, her younger sister who was the only one that has access to her room. Could she be the one? "My sister..." She said slowly.

"Your sister? Did you ask her about it?"

She met his gaze. "She's just a village girl who doesn't value such, and always tells me whenever she wants to take any of my property."

"Where can I found her?" James asked.

"What are you going to do her?"

"To see if she took the gold."

"I doubt it." She said. "Please don't hurt my sister."

"All I want is my gold." He said. "Tell me where to find her. You never can tell, she may be the one that stole the gold, If you're telling me the truth."

She met his gaze. "She stays in the village with my parents."

"Which village?"

"Owo, in Ondo state."

James nodded. "How do I locate her?"

Jessica stared at him for few seconds before giving the address. "Promise me you will let me know if she's the one that took the gold."

James nodded and pulled himself up, walking away.

"James?"

James stopped and turned to face her.

"If you meet Abigail, tell her I'm sorry," Jessica said. "Tell to please forgive me."

"I will." James turned and walked away.


******


Abigail curled up under the white bedsheets staring at the wall that was decorated with mounted boxes of gloves and oxygen hoses. She had spent the last few days feeding reporters, and was finally down with a fever from what she went through in finding John's killer. She was sad for death of Lola, wished she was alive, and she wept silently.

The privacy curtain flew back in theatrical flair and a young nurse stepped into her space. "You have visitors waiting to see you." The nurse said with a slight smile.

Abigail shifted from her position and met her gaze. "Who are they?"

"Mr and Mrs Olusanya."

"Oh, let them in," she took the sheet away and pulled her legs to the side of the bed, sitting.

The nurse smiled and walked away.

"Oh, my dear...how are you?" Juliet said as she walked toward Abigail, sitting on the edge of the bed and put her hands around her.

Abigail was happy to see her with Segun. "I'm getting better."

Segun smiled and sat in the chair beside the bed. "Happy to see you save."

Abigail managed a weak smile. "Thanks."

"When Juliet told me about the investigation, I never thought you would succeed in finding the killer." Segun said. "I'm really proud of you."

Abigail smiled. "That was the work of God."

"Your parent called me last night," Juliet said. "Asking about you. They've heard about the news and your father was very happy about the it."

"Really? I will call them later."

"They're on their way to Lagos, and they may arrive any moment from now."

"You're such a stubborn lady, Abigail." Segun said. "With all I told you to forgive your parents, still you refused to call them all those while?"

"I was more engaged in the investigation," Abigail said with a soft smile. "Sure, I've forgiven them."

Juliet smiled and put her hand around her shoulder. "This worth celebrating."

"Celebrate?"

"Yes," Juliet smiled. "Your success."

Abigail stared at her with a very bright smile.

"I spoke with the doctor, he said you can be discharged." Segun said.

"You going to stay with me for a while till you're fully sound." Juliet said.

Abigail nodded. "Thanks dear."

"No thanks."

"Happy birthday in advance," Segun smiled.

Abigail stared at him thoughtfully. "Aww... tomorrow is my birthday..."

"See you," Juliet laughed.

"Don't blame me na..." Abigail met her eyes. "My mind is just too occupied to remember my birthday."

Segun got to his feet. "Let me see the doctor so we can get out of here."

Abigail nodded while Segun walked out.

"How did you managed to find the killer?" Juliet asked. "Gist me."

Abigail smiled and narrated the story to her, and felt sad as she mentioned Lola. She was the reason she succeeded in finding the killer...

©Harry Enomamien.. 2018

“I’ve realized one thing,” I said, dotingly hugging my much-married wife.

“What?”

“The opposite of love is not hate – it is indifference.”

Donyai:
So where is the goldr??

The gold is with person that stole it.

yusuf2:
Nice story, but I remember Lola was killed after been pushed of a building, how did she manage to reappear in the final scene?

Thanks for pointing it out, I didn't see it, It was supposed to be Abigail, not Lola.

Thanks for reading

;

chivera018:
Harry, is the diary really true or just...... ?

It's a work of fiction. Just my imagination

Babyurgly1:
U deserve an award.

Thanks for the blesses... God bless you.

daviesblaze:
Wait, e don finish so
Harrystories no try me o

That's the end of the story.....

Thanks for reading.

Cheers!

ebonyfaf:
This story is full of intrigues. You burst my head guy, keep it up

Thanks dearie... I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

Thanks for reading.

Godwindanielboy:
Thanks for the update. Nice piece of work. Keep it up.

Thank you sir...God bless you.

Thanks for reading...

chivera018:
Thanks for the update Harry. I won't be surprise if segun or Harry stole the gold

Segun only met John once when John came to drop Abigail home in his car. He didn't know anything about him. And that happened in the first series.

As for me, I only heard about the gold but I nuh see am for face o It wasn't me

Chivera018

aprilwise:
the story has a lot of twist. I was thinking Andrew was the killer of John. thanks for sharing this masterpiece with us.

You're welcome..

labelle123:
chai see construction following bumper to bumper

Thanks dearie.

ndy87:


Nawa o. Diaris God o.

Enjoy....

Chapter Sixteen


Jessica woke up in a darkroom and tried to pulled herself up and realised her hand had been tied to the other. Not only her hands, her legs were also tied with a strong wire. She wriggle like a worm on a hook, searching for weakness in the links, a gap that would allow her to slip her bonds. She remain still as the door was slowly opened.

James walked in with spenky and put on the light. He stared at Jessica with cold eyes before walking toward her. He pulled her head up with her hair, looking straight in her eyes. "Where is the gold you took after killing my brother?"

Jessica coughed. "I...I.."

"Speak up," James yelled.

"I will explain." Her voice was very weak.

James released her while Jessica raised her head in pain from the floor. Her mouth was too heavy to open.

"Now talk."

Jessica sob some few sob before opening her mouth to speak. "I lost it."

"What?"

"It was stolen from my apartment two days after John was murdered." Jessica managed to speak.

"Don't lie to me." James yelled and kicked her. "If you don't tell me where the gold is, I'm going to kill you, right here, right now."

Jessica struggled in pain. "Please do it."

With annoyance, James hit her face with the back of his hand. "Tell me where the hell you kept my gold?"

She struggled but remained silent. All she wanted was to die. What would be of her if she was handed over to the police? Things would be very ugly. She can't stand the shame and she was wishing to die right there. "Please kill me."

James went down and held her neck tight. "Fine, if that is what you want, your death will be a horrible one because I'm going to cut your body into pieces. But before then, tell where you've kept the gold."

Jessica remained silent.

James stared at Spenky who had been staring silently. "Get me my gun."

Spenky replied with a nod and walked out of the room.

James paced the room silently. If what Jessica had said is true, then he would have no choice but to kill her. He was sad for losing the gold, and blamed his late brother for everything.

He stared at Jessica. "I'm going kill everybody if you refused to produce the gold. All your family would pay for it with there lives. Your kids, your hubby, everyone will die."

Jessica didn't reply. She remained on the floor with her eyes closed. If only she wasn't tired, she would have killed herself. Truly, the gold was stolen from her. Who and how was something she didn't understand.

A police vehicle pulled to a stop at the front James duplex and another white Honda SUV stopped behind it. Four armed police men hurried out of the vehicle while Andrew and Abigail got out of the Honda car.

"This way." Andrew lead the police men toward the gate and knocked.

The gate was opened by a tall muscular man, staring at the police men with a frown. Before he could open his mouth to speak, the police men pushed him out of the way and they all walked into the compound.

"Hurry," Abigail's lead the way toward the front door.

Before they could get to the door, it was opened and Spenky walked out of the house staring with his eyes narrowed.

"Where is James?" Andrew asked.

"James?" Spenky said. "What..."

Before he could finished his words, the policemen walked passed him into the house while Andrew and Abigail quickly followed.

"Wait," Spenky tried to stop them.

James pulled Jessica up from the floor and placed his gun at her forehead. "Tell me where the gold is?" He yelled.

"Shoot..me," Jessica's voice was not more than a whisper.

The policemen hurried into the room. "Enough," the most senior officer said.

James stared at them with cold eyes, surprised to see Andrew and Abigail as they walked into the room.

"Mr James, you can't take the law into your hands." The policeman said and walked toward Jessica. "Mrs Jessica, you're under arrest."

"I won't let you take away," James voice was very loud. "Not until she provide my gold."

Andrew stared at him. "The police will help you get your gold."

"Bullshit." James met Andrew's gaze. "How dare you?"

"I'm sorry, but we need to follow the right procedure."

James stared at Abigail who was standing with her hands crossed over her chest. "And you?"

Abigail pulled her face away from his.

The policemen untied Jessica and pulled her to her feet, taking her out of the room.

"I want my gold," James yelled at them.

"Mr James," the senior officer turned to face him. "It would be better if you let us do our job."

James stared silently in anger.

********

The police station's premises was crowded with pressmen and women. Vehicles from different TV stations and cars that carried prominent logos of radio stations, all lined at the front of the police station.

Eager faces, microphones, cameras not only invaded the police vehicle space as it pulled to a stop but decimated it. The reporters nearly salivated as they shouted out questions.

"Why did you killed John?"

"What's your relationship with him?"

"Is it true you killed him because of gold?"

Jessica slowly followed the policemen passed the crowd, ignoring the questions of the reporters.

The second Abigail stepped out of the car, a mob of reporters surrounded her on the every side, many shoving cameras in her face. A male reporter started with a round of questions.

Abigail directed her eyes toward the cameras, and gently answered their questions one after the other.

©Harry Enomamien.. 2018

All rigrights reserved.

mikelife15:
[color=#006600][/color]mr harry u are really good. GOD BLESS for this story

Amen and you too...

Thanks for reading.

ndy87:
Harrystories how far Na??

My next uprate will be on Monday.

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

I walked toward my front door as it bell rang for the second time. Without any doubt I knew my visitor was nobody but my friend Jide who I had been expecting. When I pulled the door opened, there he was. ''What kept you so long?" I asked.

"Sorry," he apologized as he walked in."It was that babe that tied me down o."

I stared at him thoughtfully. "Which babe?"

"That babe we met last week at Shoprite."

"The pastor's daughter?"

"Yes," he said. "I was minding my business at home this afternoon o, when I saw her call, and she informed me about her coming, and before I knew it she was at my door step."

"Really? She came to invite you for a church service?"

"Church watin?" Jide laughed. "She almost killed me."

"Oti o. You enter?"

"Harry, na the babe enter me, live and direct."

my eyes widened. "You don't mean it." I started laughing so loud.

"Omo she shop banana like say tomorrow nuh dey." Jide said with a laugh.

"So a pastor's daughter can eat banana so well." I began to laugh.

I was the first person to noticed the pastor's daughter when Jide escorted me to Shoprite to get some stuffs. 'Hey man, check this out,' I told Jide. 'Every man's dream.'

Jide quickly walked toward her. At first, she ignored Jide completely until he found a way to make her laugh. I don't know what he said to her, but the jokes he played worked for him. That was how Jide succeeded in having her phone number, and she later introduced herself as a pastor's daughter.

"So with all her shakara and her innocenty face, she shop banana?"

Jide laughed till I remembered we had a party to attend. "We're late for Chioma's party. Let's start going,'' I said .

''Okay. Let's take my car.''

I almost agreed when I remembered Jide could be funny at times, especially when it comes to a party like this, where there would be a lot beautiful ladies. "No." I said. "You take your car, I take mine. I don't want what happened the last time to happen again.'' I said.

"Hey, I thought I apologised." He said.

"I know but let's do it my own way."

The last time we went to a night club in Jide's car, I almost got killed when a fight broke out between some cult members around 2am. I got outside to discovered Jide had left the night club without telling me. I quickly hide myself in save place, and called him on phone. You won't believe the goat was in a hotel room, f**kin.

We arrived at the party about 30 minutes later. It was a get together party, organised in a beautiful garden by one of my colleagues at work, who made it a must for me to attend.

"Mr Harry?"

I turned toward the voice and saw my colleague, chioma, walking toward me. "You're welcome," she offered a hand shake and do the same to Jide, before leading us to an empty table and ordered us to be saved.

The heavy sound playing out from the big speaker closer to us was making it difficult for me to hear what Jide was saying. "What?" I asked.

"Over there,'' he nodded toward the direction.

I turned my head to see a beautiful young lady, sitting alone. "Wow!" I said. I had never seen a lady so pretty like her. I waved my hand to catch her attention. She smiled and pulled her face away.

"Me..n,'' I said to Jide. "This is a rose I dont mind plucking."

Jide leaned his head forward. "Go for it man, nuh f**kup."

I pulled myself up and walked toward her. "Hi." I sent her a smile.

"Hi." She smiled back.

Without her permission, I sat at her table. "I'm Harry."

She stared at me for few seconds. "Good to meet you Harry," her voice was like a sweet melody playing out from a stereo. "I'm Sandra."

"Your name is as pretty as you are."

Her smile started from one corner of her mouth. "Thanks."

She was truly beautiful. The word beauty was invented for this lady. "Are you alone?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded.

"You look quite different from other people invited to this party." I said, admiring her beauty.

"That's because I wasn't invited."

"Really? You must be one of the organisers, I suspect."

"No." She said softly. "I'm here for business."

Business? Oh! My mind skipped. "Really? What business do you do?" I asked politely.

She smiled. "I'm a photographer." She said proudly.

"Really?" I said. "That's beautiful. And why have you not stated working? I mean I would love to take a snap." I ended with a wink.

She brushed a hair off her forehead and smiled. "My camera developed fault some minutes ago, and it made me sad." She shook her slowly.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay."

We talked for a very long moment. She was really an interesting person to be with. She announced her leave after checking her wrist watch.

"I thought you would stay for the party." I said. "It's late."

"I know." She smiled. "I lived nearby."

"Okay, can I drop you at home in my car?"

She stared at me thoughtfully for few seconds. "No, thanks. Don't stress yourself."

"Why? No stress." I got to my feet. "Shall we?"

She nodded with a smile and got up from her seat. I tried looking out for Jide as we were waking toward my car, but I didn't see his break light.

Lola and I left the party around 10pm. It took me about 30 minutes before getting to her apartment. She lived in a very big duplex. "You stay alone?" I asked as I pulled the car to a stop.

She smiled. "Yes. Do you want to come in?"

Come in? I couldn't believe it. I quickly agreed. "Yes. If you don't mind."

She smile. "I don't mind."

I left my car outside the house and followed her into the beautiful apartment. My eyes were wide opened as she lead me into her sitting room. “Wow! This is Heaven.” I stood mouth agape, taking in every detail of the beautiful room.

She turned with her gaze fixed on mine. Her red lips were crying out to be kissed. "Thanks."

I smiled and pulled her into my arms. "Everything about you is beatifull." I said, and whispered a kiss across the sensitive flesh of her neck. Her breath caught. My lips meet hers, and for the briefest moment my kiss was tenuous, searching.

Her hands rested on my chest. My kiss deepened. At once all restraint shattered. She strained toward me. I pulled her tighter and we sank to our kneels. She fumbled at my clothes and I swiftly removed hers. Within moment our clothes were scattered about on the floor. She stared up into my eyes, and pulled me lower. With a slow ease, I possessed her body.

*****

I woke up feeling pains all over me. My eyes were too heavy to open. I tried to position myself well, but the coldness I felt forced me to snapped my eyes opened. What I saw doesn't make sense, I'm still dreaming, I thought, and closed my eyes, I need to wakeup right now. I opened my eyes again, still the same scene.

"JESUS!" I screamed, and jumped up at once. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Je..sus." I turned around.

The whole place was dark and quiet. I was consumed with fear. I was naked. My cloths were on the ground. I stared at the place I woke up from, I shivered as I realised it was on top a grave, I was inside a cemetery.

"Jesus!" I quickly picked up my cloths from the ground and my car keys, and ran as fast as I could.

I met my car at the gate of the cemetery. Quickly I got into the car, and zoomed off.

After that night, I fell seriously sick for two months.

What do you say about me?..??

chivera018:
Wow ! See the way you proved all of us wrong, no one even suspected Jessica. Harry you deserve an award.

Am not filing lawsuit against you again.
Well done Mr. Harry the writer.

Thanks dearie.

Cheers!

AT LAST



It was a a warm fall after a raining day, I was in my living room watching a nollywood movie when I heard a knock on my door. I pulled myself up from the rug and walked toward the door.

As I opened the door, there she was, staring at me with a frown, my girlfriend, the love of my life. ''Baby...''

''Don't baby me,'' she snapped. ''Harry, what's the meaning of all this? Why are you always like this.'' She said angrily.

I let out an explosive breath and met her eyes. ''Joy, I'm sorry. I tried but...''

''Don't tell me that.'' She yelled. ''That's what you always say.'' She slam her arm on her forehead. ''Gosh!''

''Baby it's not like, I did my...''

''Enough of your stories.'' She said. ''You should be ashamed of yourself, Harry. You're not responsible, I'm just wasting my time with you.''

All I could do was stare. Since I knew Joy she had never talk to me this way. I could see the anger burning bright in her eyes. I failed her again.

''Now listen, it's over between us, over.'' She said. ''And I don't ever want to see your face again.'' She turned and started walking away.

I hurried toward her. ''Joy.''

She turned? ''Don't touch me.'' Her eyes were cold. Anger consumed her the more.

I stood silently and watched her walked away. Sadness took all over me. I closed my eyes and pulled out a long hard breath. It was my fault. I knows it. I couldn't make her happy. I couldn't perform my duty as a lover. I opened my eyes and pulled my gaze toward the sky. 'God why?'

Money is not love as many would say, but no matter how strong love can become, if there is no money to back it up, it will only last for a while.

Since I started dating Joy, life had not been so good to me. She had bear with me for three years, with the hope that one day, life will smile on me.

I walked back into my face me i slap you room and found fifteen missed call on my phone. It was a number I couldn't ignore. I dialed the number. ''Mama.'' I said into the phone.

''Harry, hope you're good?'' My mother said.

''I'm fine mama, I saw your missed calls.'' I said weakly.

''Yes, your father is very sick and he had been taken to the hospital and the doctor is asking me to deposit the sum of #40,000 for his treatment. That's what wanted to tell you.''

''Sick? For how long?'' I asked.

''Over a week now, I thought it was an ordinary fever, but today it got worse that he couldn't stand on his feet, so with the help of baba ijesha we carried him to the hospital.''

''What did the doctor say about his sickness?'' I asked.

''He said he has a typhoid fever and he's short of blood.''

I drew in a long breath. ''Mama you know I don't have a job, there is no way I could raise that amount of....'' Before I could finish my words, my call card had been exhausted. I blew out a long breath and placed the phone on the table.

I was not happy all through the day. The thought my of girlfriend who as dumped me because I wasn't able to meet her needs took all over me and getting money to pay my father's hospital bill made me sick.

That evening I visited my friend Bode. I met him in a beer parlour opposite his house, smiling as he saw me. ''Harry Harry.'' He said happily. ''Sit down and join me celebrate jo.''

''What are you celebrating?'' I settled beside him. ''Have you won lottery?''

He laughed. ''This is more than a lottery man.'' He said and ordered a bottle of beer for me. ''Look man I have discovered a new way to be rich.''

''Rich? How? Hope it's not blood money?'' I asked.

Bode laughed. ''No, far from it.'' He took a sip from his glass. ''I have found a way to make dollars, I mean dollars man.''

I stared with surprise. ''Dollars? When did you start doing yahoo yahoo?'' I lifted my glass and took a sip.

''It is not yahoo yahoo.'' He said. ''It's a legit online business. You can make up to 500 dollars a day.''

My eyes widened. ''You don't mean it. How does it work?''

''All you need to do is to register an account and perform a small task everyday to make thousands dollars.''

He brought out is phone and showed me the website and his account. I couldn't believe it, it was more than real. ''Why have not tell me this before?'' I asked.

He smiled. ''I just wanted to be sure of it before telling you.''

From that very day, my life changed for good after I register an account. Money was nolonger a problem. I now lived in a very neat duplex, driving an expensive car, and the most beautiful part of it is that i didn't invest a dime to make all those thousands of dollars. At last, I became a happy man.

For the past one week, Joy has been begging me to accept her back.

What do you say about Joy who dumped me when I was nobody?

Should I accept her back?