Then the syringe.
“This is murder,” he said. “You know that.”
The doctor hesitated.
“Madam said—”
“Madam is lying!”
Chief Kletchi’s voice cracked through the room with such force that even the guards shifted.
“She is planning to kill me.”
The doctor looked uncomfortable now, no longer calm.
“Sir…”
Amaka laughed softly. “I am also very generous, doctor.”
The doctor looked away.
“I’m just doing my job.”
Chief Kletchi felt rage burn through his fear.
“Your job is to save lives,” he said. “Not end them.”
The doctor swallowed.
Amaka’s smile disappeared.
“Doctor,” she said sharply. “Do what you came to do.”
The doctor approached.
Chief Kletchi stepped back.
The guards stepped in.
“Hold him,” Amaka ordered.
They seized his arms.
He fought, but they pinned him hard.
“Amaka!” he shouted. “Look at me. This will not end well.”
Her face remained cold.
“This ends tonight,” she said. “I’ve waited long enough.”
The doctor raised the syringe.
The needle caught the light.
For one brief second, Chief Kletchi closed his eyes—not to surrender, but to think. Business had trained him to search for leverage even in collapse. Somewhere in this room, there had to be a pressure point.
Then he saw it.
The doctor’s uncertainty.
His fear.
His distance from the core conspiracy.
Chief Kletchi opened his eyes and spoke calmly.
“Before you do this, ask her about the recordings.”
The doctor paused.
“What recordings?”
Amaka snapped, “Ignore him. He’s confused.”
“No,” Chief Kletchi said, forcing certainty into every syllable. “He is curious. And he should be.”
The doctor looked from one spouse to the other.
“Madam?”
Amaka’s composure cracked for the first time.
“For heaven’s sake, just inject him!”
Chief Kletchi spoke over her.
“Ask her why she changed the security passwords. Ask her about the former driver. Ask her why silence matters so much in this house.”
The doctor’s face tightened.
“Madam… what is he talking about?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“I think I do,” he said, and now fear had fully entered his voice.
Then a scream tore through the house.
A woman’s scream.
Sharp. Terrified.
Bissy.
