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CHAPTER THIRTEEN Thursday 04:00 PM Elvis couldn’t bring himself to mutter a word after reading the message, he had to go over the message countless times before he could understand what’s written therein. A word keeps appearing in block and keeps on pummeling his thoughts ‘Spy’, he glared at it for some time before he could register it meant informant. Who could that be? He raised his head to meet the quizzical gazes of his other teammates, Dauda and Timileyin. The piercing looks on their faces seems to see right through him but the anxious looks showed they can’t, they need him to fill them in, fill them in about the latest update. He gazed at the eyes before him; two of these might be the spy. It might be members of the other teams too who’s close to them, close enough to know their plans. He has to find out who that is. The spy is not really the real problem now; the real problem is saving Ben, if he’s still alive. He had thought of the possibility of it been a trap but he ...

EPISODE TEN The dream is no different than the previous ones, but something is very different about this one. The broken walls and bricks lying in waste, the muffled cries of the wounded rent the air, dead students litter the ground, detached hands and other body parts are scattered as in previous nightmares. But this one is different. Elvis could sense that he retained his sanity all through the dream, unlike before. The fear and anxiety he felt in previous versions of the dream are absent, replaced by conspicuous calmness. He had become familiar with seeing himself lying on the floor, the man bent down as usual to check the boy, turning the boy’s head around as the whole dream play out before him. Elvis woke up with a throbbing headache, his head as heavy as a tonne of cement, a church bell ringing with maximum dexterity in his head. He dragged himself out of the bed, he’s still in the T-shirt and trouser he wore the previous day, he pulled off his shoe and made for his kitche...

EPISODE EIGHT Elvis knows he’s had a bad day, he checked the time, 2:00pm, his bad day is not ending anytime soon. Going to his office is not an option with a perky secretary on his neck, he decided to go after the IG, if he could make him rescind his decision. He badly want the bomb case, not some greedy pot bellied criminal with a flowing agbada. He’s not sure this bombing has anything to do with the BTU hall bombing/ collapse, but all bombing cases intrigues him. He has a sense of obligation for bringing bomb criminals to justice. “Sir, I want to be part of the bomb investigation crew” he said curtly on entering Esiogu’s office Esiogu looked up, stood to his feet and walked round his desk, now beside him, he offered Elvis his chair with a open palm pointing to his chair. Elvis dropped his head in embarrassment. “Young man, you don’t make orders around here, I do, you are a fresh graduate, holding a doctorate degree in criminology, more well-learned than I am, my chair is your...