Mr. Mustapha waited as if wanting him to continue, but when he did not, he asked. “Is that all you are going to say or do you want me to roll out my instruments again?”
“I swear, I don’t know anything else, that is all she told me.” he sounded convincing to me.
“Do you know anybody by that name?” Mr. Sani asked me.
I thought for a while before shaking my head and saying, “I don’t recall anybody by that name, except probably among the students I had taught during my service year.”
“Get me his phone.” Mr. Sani said addressing the other officer, whose name I didn’t know.
The officer produced an evidence bag from a cupboard that stood behind him and brought out an old nokia phone. Mr. Sani got the phone and handed it over to Charles.
“Bring out her number.”
Charles scrolled down for a w
