The sun was high as Flight 109 from Port Harcourt landed at the Owerri Airport. Owerri is the capital city of Imo State. The city is in the South East of Nigeria. The Rugged man Ofor unlocked his seatbelt and then stepped out of the plane. It was not his first visit to Owerri, and the anxiety of the man with the flash drive tingled in his veins. He quickly hired a car and was on the outskirts of Owerri, his car blending seamlessly with the city’s bustling traffic.He knew this was a dangerous journey. He has the name and location of the man with the drive. The signal came from a computer training centre in Avu .The computer training centre was a small one tucked between a row of buildings. Ofor stopped at a block away, packed the car and came down . He observed the training centre from a distance, his sharp eyes noting every detail including the flow of customers before entering the computer centre. The air inside was thick with the sound of outdated computers and the quie

Mark Tunde stepped out of the arrivals hall of the Port Harcourt International Airport. He scanned the row of waiting taxis and one caught his eyes. The driver was leaning casually when he approached him" Prudence Hotel," he said. "You know it?"The driver nodded "Yes, sir. Good place, not far from here. Climb in."As the taxi speed through the city's roads, Mark's eyes watched the streets. The sidewalks was lively, street vendors selling roasted yams and plantains, women balancing baskets on their heads, children dodging between parked cars. The vibrancy of Port Harcourt was undeniable.A black car had been tailing him since he left the airport.The cab driver was not aware of the silent drama but was singing along to a lively music tune playing on the radio. Mark’s attention was on the black car, two vehicles behind them, maintaining just the right distance to avoid suspicion. Mark knows this guy had been trailing him for some time now.For the past few weeks, he felt eyes

Deborah looked at her phone, her mind indecisive. Should she pick the call or ignore it.Tom's name on the screen brought a feeling of fear. Tom was not your average man. He had a knack for uncovering the truth, no matter how deeply it was buried. Tom’s insatiable curiosity and relentless determination had earned him both admiration and caution. People knew that once Tom set his mind on uncovering something, he wouldn't stop until he had every detail in the palm of his hand. Deborah knew him as a man who ask so many funny questions, always wanting to know deeper things. He would want answers, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to give them. Finally, she picked up the call.“Deborah,” Tom’s voice was calm, but there was an undertone of urgency. “We need to talk. ”“Tom, I'm not in the mood for a talk" she replied. “ We have to talk,” he interrupted. “It’s about Vera.”Her heart sank. Of course, it was about Vera. Everything seemed to be about her lately. “Where should we meet?” she

Mark Tunde got to his hotel room at the Prudence Hotel. He did not want to meet Officer Jane at the moment. He was not ready for any distractions. The tension from his journey to Owerri is still buzzing under his skin. He needs some quiet moments to analyze the situation, and come up with his next step. His hotel room was small but clean. The cleaner attached to his room surely knows her job. He locked his door, drew the curtains, and placed under the frame the vibration sensor device he had always carried, a precaution against unwanted intrusions. Then he took out his Laptop and began to search for the name of the Prince on G****e. He needed to get information about this Prince who had mounted surveillance on him. The name “Prince” that Ambrose gave him was not much information, but it was good for a start. Whoever this Prince is must be powerful and must have resources, he thought. He typed the name with references to murder, scandals, smuggling, but no information surfaced in connec

The gang war that erupted between Joymen and Demboys had left Port Harcourt residents in a state of fear. Rivers State Commissioner of Police, Obed sat in his office, his head heavy with thoughts of the things going on . The murders, the gang war, and the bombings of George and Evelyn Kalada’s cars. All these have put his job on the line. He could be redeployed for not providing solutions to the attack on the very fabric of the city. He reviewed the reports on his table. He felt tired. The events happening were weighing him down. He had so much concern about the fracas between the Joymen and Demboys and has provided measures to ensure there will be no re-occurrence. The police have also declared some gang leaders wanted. While he tackles the street gangs, he also has not forgotten that someone out there has murdered several people in cold blood, someone also orchestrated the attack on Evelyn Kalada and George. The city’s peace was slipping through his fingers.He intended to