THE HUNT BEGINS
277 Words
The moment the vehicle disappeared into the darkness, the boss reached for his phone.
His shoulder burned from where he had struck the floor during the struggle, but he ignored the pain.
The theft was one thing.
The betrayal was another.
He dialed the first number.
"I've been robbed," he said coldly. "Forty million naira and a box of diamonds."
There was silence on the other end.
"I know who did it."
Within minutes, he was making call after call.
To business associates.
To informants.
To men who owed him favors.
To men who collected debts for a living.
"He is called Jamal," the boss repeated. "Average height. Dark complexion. Late twenties. He was shot during the escape. The bullet hit him in the shoulder. He will need medical attention."
The description spread through the city like wildfire.
Every private clinic.
Every underground doctor.
Every contact connected to the boss's network.
Everyone received the same instruction.
"If a wounded man matching that description appears, call me immediately."
By dawn, Jamal had become a hunted man.
His face was known.
His injury made him easy to identify.
The money made him valuable.
The diamonds made him dangerous.
And the men searching for him were not interested in handing him over to the police.
They wanted him for themselves.
Meanwhile, inside the speeding vehicle, Jamal pressed a blood-soaked cloth against his shoulder as Sadiq drove through the empty streets.
"How bad is it?" Sadiq asked.
Jamal gritted his teeth.
"Bad enough."
What neither of them knew was that the hunt for Jamal had already begun.
And with every drop of blood he left behind, the hunters were getting closer.
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