The wrong phone
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Chapter 13 — The Wrong Phone
For a second, nobody spoke.
The marina noise faded into something distant—waves, sirens, voices—everything blurring except the phone inside the officer’s gloved hand.
Amara stared at it like her mind refused to accept what she was seeing.
“That’s not possible,” she whispered.
Dami’s expression hardened instantly. “Are you certain?”
The officer nodded. “It was recovered from the passenger side floor. We already confirmed the device belongs to you, sir.”
Silence snapped between them.
Amara slowly turned to Dami.
His face didn’t show panic.
It showed calculation.
And that scared her more.
“You were the last person with my brother’s case,” she said quietly.
Dami didn’t deny it.
“I was with you,” he replied.
Her voice cracked slightly. “But you left the penthouse this morning.”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t tell me where you went.”
Dami exhaled slowly. “I went to the office.”
Amara took a shaky step back.
“That’s what you said.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Amara—”
“Why is your phone in his car?”
The question hit like a blade.
Even the officer looked uncomfortable now.
Dami stared at the evidence bag for a long moment before speaking.
“Because someone wants me involved in this.”
Amara laughed bitterly. “Or because you are.”
The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Damaging.
Dami’s jaw tightened immediately.
“If I was responsible, do you think I would be standing here with you right now?” he asked coldly.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
That silence hurt more than the accusation.
Because for the first time, Dami didn’t have control over the situation.
And Amara was breaking right in front of him.
A sudden commotion near the dock pulled everyone’s attention.
Another officer rushed over holding a small plastic evidence container.
“Sir, we found something else.”
He opened it carefully.
Inside was a torn piece of fabric… stained dark red.
Amara covered her mouth instantly.
That fabric looked familiar.
Too familiar.
Her brother used to wear shirts with that exact pattern.
Her vision blurred slightly.
Dami steadied her without thinking, his hand firm on her arm.
But Amara pulled away immediately.
“No,” she said sharply, voice shaking. “Don’t—don’t touch me right now.”
The words landed harder than she intended.
Dami froze.
Something unreadable flashed across his face—hurt, quickly buried under control.
The officer cleared his throat nervously.
“There’s more,” he added.
Both of them turned back.
“We also pulled CCTV footage from a nearby security camera.”
Dami’s voice turned sharp. “And?”
The officer hesitated.
“The footage shows your brother arriving at the marina… with two unknown men.”
Amara’s breath stopped.
“And leaving?”
The officer shook his head.
“No sign of him leaving alone.”
A heavy silence followed.
Then Amara whispered the only thing her mind could process.
“So he didn’t escape…”
Dami’s expression darkened.
“No,” he said quietly.
“Someone took him.”
The truth settled over them like a storm that had finally broken through every wall.
And for the first time since this began…
Dami realized something far more dangerous than corporate betrayal was happening.
This was personal.
And whoever took Chike didn’t just want money.
They wanted Amara next.
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