Chapter 286: Chapter 286

Chapter 286

~Bag of one million dollars~

Like every other stall owner, Lucy gladly drove by and alighted from her Cadillac car, opened her barbecue stall for the day. Monday morning had always been a delightsome day not just for any other business but for her drugs business. She had recorded her massive sales on Mondays and she could say for real Mondays had been a major breakthrough for her. It was on Monday that drugs addicts who had exhausted their packs over the weekend came by to refill; it was on Mondays that preliminary drugs distributors got fresh deals and merchandize at premium profit.

So today like every other Monday Lucy had arrived to have a chunk of her pay check, and there was no stopping her. Gladly she greeted people that drove past, clients that came on her way, neighbors that smiled at her with glistening faces, her ex clients that blew her a kiss, recalling when she was a prostitute; barbecue customers that nagged at her for short supply of her barbecue and tasteless ones too. She had a complete fuzz to deal with but she had always overcome, most times mysteriously and by doing her best to keep at her silence.

The large door to her stall opened, a hush of stillness and emptiness waved at her and then she smiled. Literally she would shut the inner iron door while she would be inside to arrange her drugs and money the ones she realized over the weekend , and then assemble the fresh drugs she would merchandize this week. Once she got inside after shutting the door, she went into her inner chamber to arrange the money she had realized so she could send it to her brother through Fanny, and then assemble fresh drugs. There was this sudden pang of suspicion and itch of discomfort to do away with the money. She had been keeping the money in the stall all this while and it was too risky.

One million dollars!

A whopping sum she could kill for. Once she unzipped the bag; the sweet-scintillating odor of money as of that of lime blew at her and she breathed hard. She glared at her wrist watch it was still early, just past seven and it was not a bad idea to make it to the valley and bury it in the earth. The idea had hit her in the mind at some time and she brought a shovel with which she would dig up and bury it. But she kept procrastinating.

She caught sight of the shovel now and made up her mind to go since she wasn’t too comfortable with the bag of money staying in her stall. The packs of fresh drugs called on her and she winked at it, promising to handle it once she returned from the valley. She grabbed the shovel, pulled on the bag. Nothing had been heavier. But she was going to pull it harder. A grin; and she could drag it a little bit. She wasn’t going to call for the help of anybody. It was far riskier and she was going to do it all herself. It wasn’t going to be easy but she was going to exhaust some veins and nerves until she achieved hiding the bag of money.

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The two detectives, and one of the sons of the dead oldie had been in the car all this while monitoring and staring at Lucy as she dragged the money bag and shovel through to her Cadillac, opened the trunk and shut them in.

“What do we do, sir?” one of the detectives asked their superior who was seated in the front seat.

“Let’s go after that bitch,” the first son to the oldie lamented, through grinned face and gnashing of teeth. He couldn’t wait to teach Lucy the lesson of her life. It was payback time. “Let’s go what are we waiting for uh?” the first son wailed, watched as Lucy swerved the wheel on her car onto the tar road and started cruising out of the street.

“Listen up, this is a drug dealer. We need to be careful to know her joints and get hold on her point black. Now drive and trail her carefully. She is either carrying money or drugs in that bag. We have evidence already. She is Lucy. We need to know what she is up to right now, OK.

Their driver had already started cruising, trailing Lucy.

“Lucy must pay for the death of my father. You must pay with your life. I promise you that,” the first son to the oldie grunted while they cruised on.

Lucy had gotten to the valley. She glared around and stared in the inner mirror to observe the strange saloon car farther behind her. But she was disappointed when the saloon car zoomed past and she was relieved now to alight, drift to the trunk, pull down the bag of money and shovel and started dragging the bag of money into the valley.

Under the command of the detective the salon car didn’t zoom for too long. “She is advancing into the valley with the bag now,” said the police man in front as he glared in the side mirror to study Lucy disappear gradually out of sight.

“I am not going to be happy with you guys if we lose sight of this bitch,” the first son complained breathed hard and brought his hand into his breast pocket to slide out a stick of cigar.

The police detective nudged the young man on the side , “I am promising you that Lucy is in our web already . She could be up to something, perhaps to bury a bag of money or a bag of drugs. We just have to cancel Christmas on her ass and make her spell Christmas too. We will move you will stay back with the driver,” the police detective sounded but was interrupted by the first son.

“No. my father is involved here. I must come along,” he said and let a cloud of smoke, which hovered within the car.

The detective smacked his lips and cleared his throat after a brief contemplation, “If you must come along the you will discard that cigar. If she sniffs smoke we will lose trail of her and that is the end of show.”

Just then they alighted, lurked at the edge of the valley keeping watch of her trail and advancing forth; they could see her now. She was about her digging and pressing in-depth into the earth as she neared the depth she wanted. It wasn’t easy but it was worth the calories she was burning for the sake of her heartthrob, Fanny. She didn’t know why she was pulling through this force on a cool Monday morning as this but she hoped to understand later. She was done digging out the earth. Painstakingly she raised the bag of money and dumped onto the sizeable pit, and started covering up pretty damn quick.

The police noticed she was almost through and they fled back to their car and zoomed off like a bat from hell

Lucy was done covering up. But then she was exhausted. She gently plucked the root of a hibiscus plant and planted on the spot to identify where she buried the bag of money , she lay on the ground . She was exhausted

She never knew something was about to hit her…