On the Run – 7

7 Afam walked back to the Hilux, popped the fuel cap, and used a sharp tire iron from the tool kit to puncture the main fuel line beneath the chassis. Diesel began to hiss and pool onto the dry leaves below. He ripped a strip of cloth from his spare shirt, soaked it in...

On the Run – 6

6 Afam cut the line and immediately powered off the burner phone, pulling out the battery. As the Bolt taxi approached the dark, unlit streets near the back gate of the barracks, Afam slipped the pieces into his pocket. ​The race was officially on. If Ife could pull those records before Harrison’s cyber-unit mapped...

On the Run – 5

5 The underlying threat in the room was palpable. They weren’t just congratulating him; they were marking him. They knew he was Sunday Olumiti’s personal hound, and in the shark tank of the Lagos State police force, a favourite son is always the first target when the father falls. ​Afam maintained his composure, refusing...

On the Run – 4

4 Ife stared at the folded paper in his hand, her mind racing as she recognized the specific family details only Anu could have known. Slowly, with a hand that wouldn’t stop shaking, she reached up and unlatched the security chain. ​The small room was lit by the dim, flickering glow of a rechargeable...

On the Run – 3

3 Afam was left in total darkness except for a sliver of pale morning light cutting through a high, barred ventilation slit near the ceiling. He sat flat on the cold, unplastered concrete floor, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. Every time he shifted, the steel links bit into his wrists. Outside the...

On the Run – 2

2 The night air was thick and heavy, carrying the scent of damp concrete and frying palm oil from the late-night roadside stalls. Afam had spent nearly twelve hours playing the dutiful inspector, but the real work began when the barracks went quiet. ​At 11:30 PM, he slipped out of his quarters. He wasn’t...

The Case of Erica Te – 14

14 When Ego got back to Erica’s apartment, she found Zack was just arriving, taking out coffee cups and wraps of burgers from Uber Eat paper bags for his officers. The tension in the apartment shifted from tactical planning to a frantic legal and forensic debate. Erica paced the small living room, her fingers...

The Case of Erica Te – 13

13 The atmosphere in the small flat was suffocating. DCI Zack Ferguson stood in the centre of the living room, his coat still damp from the mist, looking like a man who had walked into a crime scene and found a ghost story instead. He didn’t interrupt; he simply stood there, his face hardening...

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