Arrangements had been completed for the post mortem and embalmment of Ify’s corpse the next morning. Ben had been running from one kinsman to another. Mourners were coming and going. Some would cuddle and wipe away the tears of Cynthia and her brothers and sisters.
Ben and his scattered thoughts were battered when the news reached him that Barrister Ikeonu was missing since yesterday morning. As he stood beside the telephone, his emotions erupted and he held his face in his palms and cried. That brought everyone around to crying more tears again. Ben never had the inclination he was the cause of his fate. Tongues had started wagging. People had heard of the unripe death of the socialite wife of a big international businessman and media mogul. The news became an instant hit in every househ
