Eleven
Repercussions
It was on the fourth day that Alex Atir came to the remote warehouse. It was located twenty miles off the main road of North Bank, Makurdi, in a large clearing beyond the bushes, about several kilometers out of town towards Abuja. Ken and Jennifer had been held in the darkness of this large room with stocked sacks of dried tobacco leaves. The regret Jennifer had was now written in her stone-swollen eyes from continual bitter weeping. It was now that Ken, who had always seen Jennifer in the light of some cheeky, proud high-class prostitute, began to understand that she was indeed a soft, kind-hearted purposeful young woman who could not hurt a fly, and would do everything to mind her business. Matters had really gotten worse since Tile’s disappearance, but she kept bl
