SATURDAY HAD COME. Finally, it had come. Saturday morning met he and Segun at LIPD, where there was a flurry of activity. From what he had learnt from the talk of officers on the way up to Detective Tobi's office and back again, the Eel was all set for his execution. He would be going in Department Smallie—as the huge truck outside was so unceremoniously called—with a kind of escort like the one they had used weeks ago when Dozie was caught. He wondered how they would go, probably with one of the officers in their cars. He was not too sure that a motorcycle would be allowed as part of the escort.
Anne and Belinda had bailed out of going to the execution. He could understand why. Girls were squeamish about this kind of thing in movies. In real life, seeing someone get executed was no fun.
