“Jesus Christ,” Chuks muttered. “They should give him a leave or something, before he gets killed.” Somehow he felt ashamed that it was Dozie responsible for all of this.
“We have caught the Eel, so there's no need. They should have let me handle his interrogation, see whether he won't talk.” She balled her palms into fists as she said so.
If what that meant was that she wasn't the one in charge of Dozie's interrogation, then he was happy. Dozie might be six foot four and built like an ox, but he wouldn't be much use wearing handcuffs and whatever constraints they decided to put him in. And Ngozi, well...It could suffice to say that she would be a lot of use.
They turned into a corridor on the second floor, this one less crowded than the one before it. Ngozi led them down the corridor.
