It was fifteen minutes past eleven post meridian, Mortuary and Uzo his closest subordinate had been lying flat inside the dry dusty and open drainage opposite Total filling station near a privately owned luxurious bus park. They had not been there for fifteen minutes when the fetish portion from Ezenwanyi indicated thick smell of money in the air. Not long after, the shattering noise from an exhaust pipe of a motorcycle reached them and they raised their heads.
A thickset figure of a man was on the passenger seat of the motorcycle. The heavy outpouring night dews covered the two figures on the motorcycle leaving their silhouette. Mortuary and Uzo then sprang up and out of the open drainage. The sign was theirs. What a nice hunt? Their target was direct, the victim fell off from the motorc
