DEEP SECRETS

DEEP SECRETS
Episode 2
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A concierge had heard a female voice
shout for help and dashed toward the
direction of her voice; on his way he met a
man calmly leaving a hotel room. The
concierge studied the man momentarily as
he passed him before continuing his run.
There were lots of doors to knock on to
find the woman who had cried for help.
While he knocked on a door, it occurred to
him to go check the room he saw the
stranger leaving moments earlier. A gentle
push on the door swung it open;
cautiously he stepped into the room but
was stopped in his track when he saw
Stanley lying in a pool of blood. His eyes
darted about the room and he saw Eve on
the floor, lying silently amid fresh blood.
There was an alarm bell on the wall, he
sprang toward it and held it down for
about a minute and then dashed into the
hallway and began to call for help, “Help!!
Help!! A man and his wife have been
murdered in their room! Help!!!” In just
seconds the hallway was swarmed with
the hotel security and guests. While some
petrified guests packed their luggage and
bolted out of the hotel, the hotel security
and medical team checked Stanley and Eve
to see if they could get any pulse. There
was a little confusion; some thought they
got pulse while others were not sure they
did. They had to however haul the
newlywed couple into an ambulance and
sped off to the nearest hospital.
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8:30 pm, Hotel Copacabana
A lady in her forties lay naked in her bed
with a young man in his early thirties by
her side. For hours the young man had
been working himself sore in bed to meet
his end of a bargain. She shoved the
drained young man aside and reached for
her phone; punching a few keys on her
phone she placed a call to some guy, “Hello
Leroy. Have the lovebirds been sent home
early?” “As I speak to you, they at before
the pearly gates of heaven waiting to
know if they would be let in. Sadly the lady
had no clothes on when I put her on a
sudden flight out of our world.” “I am glad
they are home now. Don’t worry about the
girl; the angels of God will clothe her if she
makes it past the pearly gates.” “Good to
hear that, it is very comforting.” “You were
a ghost out there, were you not?” “A boy
saw me, but I doubt he can pin the hit on
me. I was just another guest in their
hotel.” “I don’t like the sound of that Leroy.
Go back, find the boy and put him to rest.”
“Is that necessary?” “It is my wish and I
want it done.” “Okay Mam, your wish is my
command.”
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Four Hours Later, Eden Crest Suits
Mayo, one of Stanley’s friends is on the
floor of his hotel room. Stark naked and
sitting on Mayo is Stella. Stella is also
another of Stanley’s friends. After the
wedding reception, she had made an
excuse to her husband and two children
and sneaked into Eden Crest for a raunchy
sexual marathon with Mayo who was also
married and had children. “We all are
going to miss Stanley, especially we ladies.
He certainly knew how to make a woman
happy. I hate that b---h he married. She
came along with her holier-than-thou
attitude and took him away from us,” Stella
said with a wry look on her face. “They are
not going to last long together. In fact they
are going to make a big sad story
together.” Stella dropped the back of her
hand on Mayo’s forehead and felt it for a
moment. “Are you okay? You don’t see
well, do you?” she asked Mayo. “I can’t get
your meaning Stella.” “As much as I have
grouse with Eve for taking my best sexual
partner away from me, I believe they are
made for each other. I know it; they will
make the best couple in the whole wide
world. I am surprised you can’t see that
Mayo.”
“Don’t worry, you can’t get my meaning.”
“Whatever… I am going to miss Stanley you
know.” “You sound like you had him many
times. I heard you didn’t.” “I had him only
a few times. He said he had found the
truth, whatever that was, and stopped
bedding me. But I think he saw how spoilt
I am and that he had no future with me.
Look at me, I am a married woman who
has two children, yet I am here naked with
you and have been making love to you for
the past two hours. Right now I am sure
my husband is busy at home making
dinner for my children. The sad part is that
when I get home he is going to look me
straight in the eye and thank God for a
wonderful woman I am to him before
taking me to his bed to spend the night
with me. I think hell is made for people like
me.” “You are right; hell is for you and you
are going to have a front row in it.” “How
about you piggy? You are going to be an
usher in it. Of the four children Bimpe has
for her husband, how many are your?”
Mayo pumped three fingers in the air
signaling to her three were his.” “Oh
Christ! You are the son of Lucifer. Thank
God I have had no child for you. All my
children will turn out like my husband.”
“You can’t be that sure, your last child
might be mine.” Stella slapped him across
the face and yelled, “Son of Lucifer, you
have no child with me!” Mayo sprang from
under Stella, tumbling her to the floor;
sitting on top of her he began to mock her,
“You don’t know me, but there is one
thing about me which you are right about,
I am indeed and usher for hell, and right
now I am ushering you to hell.” The look
on Mayo’s face was beastly; Stella had not
seen him that way before. Even though she
knew he was playing, she was however
becoming afraid of him. “Get off me; I
want to go back to my husband!” Mayo
didn’t listen; He lowered himself on her
and maneuvered her into another round
of lasciviousness.
10:40 pm, Clara’s Apartment
Clara is lying on a couch in her living room,
half asleep. On the table opposite her, was
her Samsung Galaxy phone. The phone
vibrated loudly as a call came in; Clara
startled out of sleep, sighed and then lazily
picked her call, “Hello Steve, what is it? You
just woke me up from sleep.” “Clara,
Stanley and Eve have been shot dead!”
“What!!! It’s a joke right?!” “Some shooter
broke into their hotel room and shot the
two of them. I have been running around
the city trying to find the hospital where
their bodies are. About thirty minute ago I
found the hospital but the police won’t let
me see their bodies!” On the other end of
the phone Clara began to sob terribly.
“Clara! Clara!! Stop!! Listen to me, whoever
did this might be after the rest of us. We
have to meet now! I just can’t reach Mayo
and Stella, Chucks and Bimpe are on their
way to your house now. Please see if you
can get a hold of either Mayo or Stella. I am
scared to death; their phones are off.”
Clara stood to her feet, her eyes darting
about her apartment while waves of fear
shot through her. The rustling of the
curtains by night breeze made her dash
into her bedroom and shut the door.
In that circumstance her bedroom
suddenly looked too big for her, so she ran
into her bathroom. She had to run back
into her bedroom when she thought she
heard footsteps by her bathroom window.
To her, the safest place to hide was under
her bed and so she squeezed herself
under it. At her door outside were Bimpe
and Chucks, banging loudly on the door for
her to let them in. Under the bed, Clara
prayed fervently for help and forgiveness
for her sins. When her phone rang, she
almost threw it away, thinking it was
going to give her position away. The call
was from Chucks, she had to pick it when
she saw it was him, “Chucks where you
are?” she cried desperately. “I am at your
door with Bimpe, where are you?” “Thank
God! I am coming to get the door.” Hastily
she pushed her way out from under the
bed. By 11:15 pm all of them, Chucks, Clara,
Bimpe Mayo, Stella and Steve were in Clara’s
apartment mourning their dead friends
and wondering who might have shot them
and the reasons for that. They all had
secrets, the sort they would not like to talk
about. They sat, looking helplessly at each
other.
4:30 am, St. Briggs Clinic
Since early night when Eve and Stanley
were brought to the hospital, teams of
doctors had worked their fingers sore to
revive and save their lives. About 3:00 am,
the doctors broke up and left with sad
faces. No one was told if Eve and Stanley
were saved or not; but about 4:30 am, a
nurse was heard telling someone outside
the hospital that the couple was alive. The
police man sitting next to her was not sure
who she meant. As if to move away from
his colleagues and smoke, the police
officer placed a call to a certain lady, “Hello,
you asked me to let you know if the couple
makes it or not, I think they are alive. The
doctors in Briggs Clinic may have save their
lives. Whoever you send here to finish
them off must be very professional. There
is a squad of well trained policemen here;
they will shoot everything which is
considered a threat over here.” “Why do
you think they are alive? Leroy told me they
are dead. I spoke with him again about ten
minutes ago.” “I don’t care what Leroy told
you, I have been here for hours, I have not
seen the couple moved to the morgue. Just
now I overheard a nurse telling someone
over the phone that the couple is alive. I
am just doing my job, you do yours.” The
police officer hung up.
“Hello Leroy, Eve and Stanley might still be
alive. I just spoke with Adams; he is at
Briggs Clinic. He thinks doctors may have
somehow saved their lives. Go find out if
he wants free cash or is telling the truth. If
by chance he is telling the truth, you know
what to do. Good night Leroy.” “Good
night miss!” “Hold on Leroy… he also
mentioned that there are some well
trained policemen at the hospital. Be
careful please.” “I will.”

To be continued!
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DEEP SECRETS
Episode 3
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Leroy was skimming through the list of
staff at hotel de la crème, where he had
shot Eve and Stanley, hoping to find the
boy who had seen him in the hallway
when the mystery lady called him to inform
him that Eve and Stanley might still be alive.
He had to call off his search for the
concierge. He was happy he won’t be
focusing on the boy. Somehow he felt
strongly it was wrong to shoot the boy, he
was just doing his job. Leroy had done
worse though, but somehow he felt the
boy should live. Shooting a couple on their
wedding day was not a problem for him,
and going back to a hospital to finish them
off, if they were alive as was rumoured,
did not bug his conscience a bit. He stood
up from his reading table to garb himself
in a fake police uniform; with the uniform
gaining entry into Briggs Clinic won’t be a
problem. His sense of dressing was top
class, he had paid an Indonesian trained
tailor in Aba to make the police uniform for
him. The outfit had a fitting look on him,
giving him a seductive appeal. His well
toned chest and biceps were well
emphasized in the clothe. He stood before
the mirror and admired himself as his
adrenalin shot high. He had a queer
mannerism; he was in love with his fine
looks and sometimes would get sexually
turned on just by looking at himself in the
mirror.
Pointing two fingers to the right side of
his head like a gun, he pretended to shoot
himself, making a gunshot sound with his
mouth. With his mind having momentarily
shifted to sex, he picked his phone and
called one of the ladies whom he regularly
paid well to have that need of his taken
care of. The lady did not pick up his call. He
got angry; acting like his feet were
unsteady on the floor, showing the
paranoid side of him. Breathing like his
chest was going to burst out of him, he
yelled, “Who the hell is with my b---h by
this time of the night! I pay her well to
keep booty for me!” He had to dial her
number again. This time the lady picked
up, “Hello Leroy…” “Don’t you hello me s--t!
Who the hell are you giving your booty
right now?!” “What did you just call me
Leroy?” “You are a bitchy s--t!! Who is
f***ing you right now?!” The lady who
had just woken up from sleep was
shocked and angry at the words Leroy
shot at her. “You know what Leroy, I am
done with you! There are men who can
pay better than what you give me. I don’t
deserve this insult!” She dropped the call.
Leroy quickly called back, vibrating in
anger from head to toes. While he waited
for her to pick up, he pulled out his gun,
kept it on the table and began to caress it
amorously, hoping she was close enough
for him to blow her brains out.
The lady didn’t pick up. In anger he lifted
one of the sofas next to him and broke it
on the floor. Still shaking in anger, he went
into his wardrobe and removed a medium-
sized briefcase. He opened it, took a deep
breath to calm himself and studied its
contents. The briefcase contained his work
tools. In it were handguns, a poison case,
silver-coated military grade knife, bullet
cases and hand gloves. Swiftly he closed
the briefcase, took it and went back to
look at himself before the mirror before
leaving for Briggs Clinic.
5: 15 am, Briggs Clinic
In front of the clinic, a brand new, yellow
Nissan car pulled up – a taxi. With affecting
panache, Leroy stepped out of the taxi
holding his briefcase and looking every
inch the nicest police officer in the city.
When he got to the gate he flashed his
fake police ID card and the security men
allowed him in. When he moved into the
hospital premises, the squad of policemen
inside stopped him and asked who he
was. Calm like an angel on duty, he gave
them his ID card and dropped the name of
one of the city’s top police chiefs. “Two
hours ago, we intercepted a call which we
believe to have originated from this
hospital. Someone in here is working with
whoever shot the couple who are being
treated in this hospital,” Leroy said
presenting his lies impeccably. “Why were
we not told about this and why are you
here alone?” the officer in charge of the
squad at the hospital asked him. “You
were not told because everyone in this
hospital is a suspect, including you and
your men. I am alone because we don’t
want to spook out whoever made that call.
I have to ask some of the doctors a few
questions. Don’t worry I won’t get in your
way, my job here is investigative.” The
officer looked at him curiously and asked,
“What do you have in that briefcase?”
Leroy opened it before answering him, “My
work tools.” The guns, bullets and knife
were gone. There was only a stack of
papers and biros. However, under the
stack of papers in briefcase were his real
work tools.
“I don’t trust you and for that I am going
to let you go in with one of my men,” said
the officer. “That is fine by me. If you didn’t
say that I would have thought you don’t
know your job,” Leroy said with a tinge of
humour and the two of them laughed. The
officer sent one of his men to accompany
Leroy into the hospital. In the emergency
ward unit, Eve and Stanley were under the
watchful eyes of three doctors. They had
begun to twitch their hands and legs and
breathe fine. Long hours of harrowing
medical surgeries had snatched their lives
from the jaws of death. When Leroy and
the police officer asked to accompany him
entered the hospital reception, Leroy
stealthily loosened his gun holster. In the
holster was the same gun with which he
shot Eve and Stanley earlier at hotel de la
crème.
At the desk in the reception were two
nurses. When they saw Leroy and the
other police officer enter the reception,
their eyes instinctively fell on Leroy’s chest
and biceps and somehow stayed glued on
them. Leroy smiled at them and they
moved uncertainly as if unsure of
themselves. “I am with the police homicide
unit, I would like to have a word with any
of the doctors present concerning a case
we are working on,” Leroy said, still
smiling at the nurses. One of the nurses
hopped off the stool she was sitting on
and said, “Okay sir; let me go get a doctor
for you.” “What are you doing? We don’t
have any doctors around at the moment,”
the other nurse countered. The nurse who
was already on her way to call a doctor
swung around, put her two hands on her
head and exclaimed, “Oh my God! I actually
forgot!” “Sir I guess you have to leave your
message with us or come back later,” said
the nurse who sat still on her stool. Leroy
smiled and thought about his next move.
He did not believe the nurses that the
doctors were not around in the hospital.
The nurses had been instructed to keep
the presence of the three doctors looking
after Eve and Stanley secret.
“I guess I have to come back later then,”
Leroy said. He had worked out a new
strategy to get past the nurses and shake
off the police officer sent to keep an eye
on him. “Where is your restroom, I am
hard pressed?” Leroy asked pretending he
had need to use the restroom. “It is that
way; I can walk you to it,” said the nurse
who had jumped off her seat to for fetch
one of the doctors. “That will be nice,” said
Leroy. “Don’t worry nurse; I will walk him
to the restroom. I know where it is,”
volunteered the police officer asked keep
an eye on Leroy. At the restroom, the police
officer stood outside while Leroy went
inside to ease himself. Inside the restroom,
Leroy quickly attached a silencer device on
the barrel of his gun. The officer was lost
in thought when Leroy jumped out of the
restroom and pumped a bullet into his
skull, a blood splash staining the wall next
to him. Due to the silencer device, no
gunshot was heard as the police officer
went down in a heap. Leroy quickly
dragged him into the restroom and shut
him in. Removing his handkerchief he
hurriedly tried to wipe the blood stain on
the wall.
There were many doors close to the
restroom; Leroy had to try if any of them
led to the medical wards. He knew it won’t
be hard to find the wards pretending as a
police officer. He pushed one of the doors
open and found the room led to nowhere.
Moving farther away from the restrooms,
he tried another door, there were two
nurses in the room sleeping. This time,
there was another door in the room
leading to some place. He quietly walked
through the room and went out through
the other door. On the other side, he met a
hallway and there was no one in it. He kept
walking with his eyes fixed on the doors
both sides of the hallway. Back at the
reception, the nurses were beginning to
wonder what was keeping the police
officers. The nurse who had offered to
walk Leroy to the restroom decided to go
find out what was keeping them. A few
steps away from her colleague, she turned
and said, “I hope the officers are not doing
themselves when we are here burning for
a man.” “You are too spoilt, I don’t
remember telling you I am burning for a
man,” her colleague replied smiling guiltily.
“Well since you are not burning, I guess I
will have to seduce the two of them and
have them alone,” said the nurse as she
quickened her pace toward the restrooms.
Far toward the end of the hallway, Leroy
found a sign pointing to the wards. He
smiled and rested his hand on his gun
while clutching his briefcase firmly. Back at
the restroom, the nurse had seen blood on
the wall and a bloody trail on the floor. Her
heart was frozen with fear as she took
steps closer to the male rest room. When
she tried the door, it won’t open. So she
moved back a bit and kicked the door.
When it swung wide open, it revealed a
police officer in a pool of blood. Shrieking
as loud as a terrified woman could, she
sped off; at the reception she did not stop
to tell her friend what she had seen. She
went straight outside and told the police
officers, amid broken cries, what she had
seen at the restroom. The policemen
surged into the hospital, fanning out in
groups into every part of the hospital.
To be continued!
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Question: Why are most nurses always
spoilt? Lol you guys know what i mean.
Leroy seems to be a proffessional, will he
get caught?