12 Inspector Sanusi’s office felt smaller under the weight of the afternoon downpour. Rain hammered the tin roof like impatient fingers, drowning out the distant hum of generators and the occasional shout from the holding cells downstairs. He sat at his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, flipping through the preliminary autopsy report on...
Deadly Design – 11
11 Thursday dawned clear, the rain having washed away the last of the Harmattan haze. Abuja felt sharper, buildings standing out against a blue sky, traffic horns crisp in the air. But for Tobechi, the clarity brought no relief. He had spent the night in the guest house, bed hard as concrete, walls thin...
Deadly Design – 10
10 The rain that had started Tuesday evening turned into a relentless downpour by Wednesday morning. Abuja’s streets gleamed slick under the gray sky, potholes filling like forgotten promises, vendors huddling under plastic sheets with their wares. The city felt washed but not clean, everything blurred at the edges. Amara had barely slept. The...
You Can Get Back at Them – 13
13 Next day in Abuja. The sun was a blistering hammer over the Airport Road in Abuja. Inside the armoured black SUV, Ojo Salau sat in the backseat, his phone clutched in a meaty hand. He was still fuming over the “assignment” that had kept him from London. He had just come from a...
You Can Get Back at Them – 12
12 The clock on the wall of Osas’s flat ticked with the weight of a sledgehammer. It was 9:45 AM on Wednesday. Somewhere across the city, the wheels of a private jet were screaming against the Heathrow tarmac, delivering Mathew Okocha into London’s grey embrace. Osas paced the length of her small living room,...
You Can Get Back at Them – 11
11 Next, she called Salau. “Hello, sir.” she began with a low solemn tone. “I hate the way I left things the last time. I’m back in London and I just want you to know the truth.” “My baby, go on.” “I am very interested in your offer. But, but… I don’t know how...
You Can Get Back at Them – 10
10 The air in London was a crisp, biting contrast to the humid chaos of Lagos. Sitting in her small shared kitchen, clutching a mug of tea that had long gone cold, Osas looked at the mismatched tiles on the floor. Everything here was humble, slightly worn, and undeniably hers. The silence of the...
You Can Get Back at Them – 9
9 The morning sun filtered through the blinds in dusty, jagged slats, but Osas didn’t move to open them. She lay motionless, her eyes tracing a hairline crack in the ceiling. Her head throbbed with the dull, persistent ache of a night spent spirallingreplaying the “stepmother” joke, the sickening details of the “bet,” and...
Replay – 15
15 The immediate aftermath of the Safe-Haven’s impact was not a moment of cinematic triumph; it was a period of profound, deafening shock. When the “Perfect Handshake” servers died in the Hudson mud, it wasn’t just a signal that vanished—it was a collective phantom limb that billions of people suddenly felt ripped from their...
Replay – 14
14 The first Ghoul, a creature that had once been a prominent spokesperson for Meridian’s “Health-Sync,” stood up from the wreckage. Its jaw was missing, replaced by a circular, mechanical maw of rotating bone-drills. It didn’t breathe; it vented a high-pressure mist of synthetic blue coolant that sizzled on the floor. “Jax! Cover the...