A.
If there is one thing I know about life, it is that crime never goes without punishment. No matter how long, how smart the cover up or how powerful the defaulter is.
I stand there staring at my sneakers scattered all over my room. I hear a deafening ringing in my ears, my head feels woozy and saliva fills my mouth.
I left the phone in my sneakers, I remember vividly. I dash to Jide's room.
He is laying on his bed, staring at his tablet's screen and his left hand is under the covers moving rhythmically up and down.
His face is lit up by the full blue light from his Tablet. He looks like one in a heightened state of ecstasy.
I can see his yellow airpods plugged into his ears. The room is mildly illuminated.
"Um...Jide?" I call and he looks up. He scrambles out of the bed and sits
