Call the Four – 8

8 Night Bus, 02:33 The bus rumbled on through the dark, its interior dimly lit by overhead strips that buzzed faintly with age. Most of the other passengers were asleep, heads against windows, jackets pulled up to their ears, the occasional snore rising and falling like waves. Adeyinka sat slouched in his seat, hood up,…...

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