On arriving at Counsel Julius’ office address, a puzzle appeared on my face. The compound looked deserted, and some cars were covered with cloth.
“Are you sure this is the place?” John wondered aloud.
I kissed my teeth. “Maybe I should call him.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed Julius. It rang, then went straight to voicemail.
“Not so sure anymore,” I heaved, my eyes scanning the locale for some clue.
“Judging from what I'm seeing here, I'm sure it is one of two things— either he has moved out or he needs new cleaners,” John commented and I chuckled.
“Let's check out the main floor,” I suggested.
“After you.” John concurred.
We walked toward the building, but before we could enter we heard some voice beside us.
“They moved,” a homeless man echoed.
I turned. “Excuse me?”
“The p
