Perfect Collision.

Home Sweet Home.

A mamiwater. He had called her a freaking mermaid, of all things. Amina dragged her mini suitcase through the overgrown front lawn of Benny's house. Benny had failed to mention that his house was right in front of Ifeanyi's, no wonder he'd gotten the man's address so quick. It was because he already knew where he lived.

Benny's house was a bungalow painted a chocolate colour, some of the paint was already chipping off in some places and the house looked like a perfect place for a crime scene, desolate and spooky and that was just the outward look. God only, knew the untold horrors that lurked inside.

She didn't have time to speculate on that though, she was cold. Oh! She was so cold she couldn't feel her nose anymore, her lips felt numb and she shivered with every step she took towards the house. It had taken all of her strength to keep herself from shivering and her teeth from chattering while talking to the actor earlier.

She searched through her purse for the key as she got to the door. The door was behind a burglary gate with a huge padlock to secure it, they certainly weren't taking any chances with thieves. She brought out the key and opened it. As she opened the door, the first thing she noticed was the moldy smell that hit her in the face. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and moved further into the room, there were three sofas in the living room covered by a nylon covering with layers upon layers of dust on it.

At least it was warm.

She left her suitcase by the door and explored the rest of the rooms, there were two rooms, one bathroom and a kitchen which probably meant Benny was an only child or they were too poor all the children had to share one room. Either way it didn't matter to her, she didn't plan on sleeping in any of the rooms, good thing she brought a sleeping mat, the living room would just have to suffice. But now, she had a centuries worth of dust to get rid of.

She picked up her purse from the top of the suitcase where she'd left it, took out her phone and dialled a number. The call went straight to voicemail and she sighed but left a message.

"Hey Fred, it's Katrina. I've found him and he'll be yours by the end of the week." Or my name isn't Katrina, she smiled to herself.

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Ifeanyi sat on the terrace sipping a cup of tea, after he'd gotten a well deserved hot bath and a decent meal of pasta and shrimp sauce. He had prepared himself a cup of tea and sat on the terrace with his laptop to do his weekly sales report on his boutique. He co-owned a boutique with his childhood friend, Teslim, and he got weekly reports on the sales they made from all the branches they had all over Lagos. With the among of money he made every week, doing nothing had never been more profitable. He had enough money to do whatever he wanted, but there was no one to spend it with, he thought sadly.

His gaze caught the figure of Katrina across the street, taking things out of her car into the house and he sat up straight. He thought she had gone back to wherever the hell she'd come from, from the looks of it she had no plans of doing that. Well whatever she intended to do he was right there to thwart it.