Family United

EPISODE SEVEN

Next, As we set out to track down Dapo, Tola navigated from the passenger seat, her knowledge of the area and its people guiding us through the winding streets. “Turn left here,” she directed, her eyes scanning the crowds. “I think I know where we might find him.”

I drove, my eyes fixed on the road ahead, my mind working overtime to process the clues we had gathered so far. “Sister, what makes you think he’ll be here?” I asked, curious about her thought process.

Tola glanced back at me, her expression confident. “I’ve lived in this community for years more than you both lived, I know how it works. Trust me, if Dapo is hiding somewhere, it’s likely to be in this Ojo”

Tunde sat in the back seat, his eyes fixed on the surroundings, his massive frame and intimidating gaze a reminder of his unwavering support and protection.

Together, the three of us made our way through the bustling streets, our determination to find Dapo and clear Oluwadamilare’s name driving us forward.

As we turned a corner, Tola’s eyes locked onto something ahead. “Wait, what’s that?” she asked, her voice low and urgent.

I followed her gaze and my heart sank. A crowd had gathered up ahead, and in the center of it all was Dapo, his eyes wild and his fists clenched. “Oh no,” I breathed. “It’s him.”

Tunde’s eyes narrowed and got out of the car. “Let’s go.”

As we pushed through the crowd, Dapo’s eyes landed on us, and his expression turned venomous. “You’re the ones who have been following me!” he snarled, his fists clenched. “You think I’m stupid? I know you’re trying to pin this on me!”

Tunde stepped forward, his massive frame towering over Dapo. “We just want to ask you some questions, Dapo,” he growled. “About Sarah’s murder.”

Dapo’s eyes flashed with anger, but he took a step back, his eyes darting wildly around the crowd. “I didn’t do it,” he repeated, his voice rising. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

I studied his face, my mind racing with possibilities. Was he telling the truth, or was he hiding something? And what was he so afraid of?

Tunde’s eyes narrowed, his face inches from Dapo’s. “What do you know, Dapo?” he growled, his deep voice low and menacing.

Dapo’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Oh, I think I’ll keep that to myself for now,” he sneered, his eyes glinting with defiance.

Tunde’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, and for a moment, I thought he would snap. But he didn’t. Instead, he took a step closer, his eyes blazing with intensity. “Listen, Dapo,” he growled. “We’re not playing games here. We’re talking about a murder. And if you know something, you’d better spit it out. Now.”

The crowd around us gasped, sensing the tension. Dapo’s eyes darted wildly around, but he didn’t back down. “Or what?” he sneered. “You’ll hurt me? I don’t think so.”

Tunde’s face was inches from Dapo’s, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. But he didn’t lay a hand on him. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I no need to touch you, Dapo. I just need to make you understand that we’re not going away. We’ll keep pushing until we get the truth. And if you dey hide something, you better dey talk. Now.”

Dapo’s eyes flashed with fear, and he suddenly turned and ran, dashing through the crowd with a speed and agility that belied his scrappy appearance.