“I see you’re a believer—a man of my brother’s God. Please, believe me!”
Idemuida did not look at him because the members of the fetish gang were still bustling around John. They roughed him up a bit.
“They say that those men were killed by the same type of bullet as was in Jabari’s gun. And they are convinced that you did it because you only have one bullet left.”
John could not say anything against this charge. All the evidence was stacked against him.
“I’ll pray for you. They’re staying until tomorrow because they want to find Jabari’s body and that woman as well—the one who came with you. They say they’ll keep you alive until then,” said Idemuida before joining the men walking towards the leader’s house.
John looked at the sky. He wasn’t worried about himself—he was more concerned
