Devon and Zina arrived their hideout, where they had locked Folake. Immediately they got in, Devon grabbed her and began to kiss her.
‘Please let me untie her first. She ha been tied for two hours now.”
“Okay.
Zina went to the door with her husband behind her. She unlocked it and swung it open. She cringed. Foluke laid on the floor, her clothes were torn and it seemed she was molested before been stabbed to death.
“Oh my God!” Zina cried. “Honey, she has been killed. Somebody was here.”
She began to cry and held her husband.
Who did this? Devon wondered. It seemed it was more complicated than they thought. There were hidden devils behind this and they seemed to know so much.
“We have to leave.” He said.
It was a small one room apartment, with a toilet and kitchen. The
