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Biyankavitch #13

Previously on Biyankavitch… The Bahagos were on a weekend getaway at Liana Resort. Things were going well until the baby of the house, Jethro, fell into a coughing fit that let him grasping for his life. Bianca’s verdict: He was poisoned. His girlfriend was the top suspect. Here’s what happened next… Facts about Jethro’s case. He didn’t die. But he was almost there. And he could get there any moment. His father had threatened hail and fire on the Bahagos if his son didn’t come out alive. Ola, his girlfriend, was not a killer – in principle. She readily confessed when the back of my hand assaulted her baby face. I didn’t tell anyone in the family that she was responsible for poisoning Jet, because I wouldn’t have been able to get information from her if I did. I knew who was responsible for the attack, and I was going…

The Immortals’ Code #9

TADE’S BAR/ A FEW MINUTES BEFORE RICHIE’S DEATH The table was silent. Bottles of beer were left opened but unconsumed, except for Richie’s which was presently glued to his lips and had no plans of making it back to the table. Tony looked at him blankly, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. His elbows briefly rested on the wobbly plastic table before him and the ignored bottles of beer shook, threatening to be toppled over. No one bothered about the table or the beers; each person was mourning Tina in their own silent way. Her death had come as a rude shock to all of them. Moses, in particular, still believed someone was pulling a nasty joke. He refused to accept that Tina was dead even after he saw her lying lifelessly on Tony’s bed just after midnight that morning. It had been surreal for him to watch Richie and…

The Immortals’ Code #5

Read previous episodes of The Immortals’ Code THE NIGHT TINA DIED Desire and Ramsey were standing on top of a thick, green lawn that stretched over a large mass of land. To their left was a swimming pool filled with dirty water and covered with brown leaves from a large tree that stood in a corner not far away. To the right, the lawn continued and came to stop before a small, winding picket fence protecting a botanical garden. Alongside the fence were small Asian lampposts that lined a thin, straight macadam path coming from a three-storey house towering the entire area. Ramsey was holding a handgun and he pointed aimlessly at things around him as his other hand pulled at the crotch of his jean. “I feel like shooting something,” he said restlessly and aimed the huge tree by the swimming pool. “Please don’t,” Desire scarcely replied when…

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