Deadly Design – 12

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 Nneka…...

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