CHAPTER 16Lara led the way to Rhoda’s desk. It was a small wooden desk, firmly locked with one of those typical black padlocks.
“First things first,” said Seyi, producing a large paper clip from his pocket. “We need this to pick the lock.”
As Lara watched him fiddling with the padlock, she said, “Ah, Seyi, are we safe? The ease with which you are doing this thing—”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t do this in school? I learned this in primary school. Easiest thing in the world.”
Lara shook her head.
Seyi hissed and said, “Goody two shoes.”
“No, I just didn’t go about stealing other people’s pencils unlike he who shall remain nameless,” said Lara, casting a judgmental glare at Seyi.
“It’s not stealing, Lara. This was a survival tactic, especially in secondary school. If someone stole my Gold
