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AudreyTimms: I must confess, you are good at what you do. Your just concluded chapter said it all.
Great piece from a great writer.

Special thanks to those who have been generous with their comments today. I really appreciate them.
Adewealth027, Cashio, femyodsky, haydot95, formula89, Ziziola, macpetrus, donPhil, martin98, Stuff46. Thank you guys.
Kocvalour: I dnt understand dat comment of yours. If you'll please explain, I'll appreciate.

#Ever present reader.

Where are all dem guys? Your comments will encourage me to drop more updates before today runs out. I still stand on my words, story finishes on the 10th or latest 15th of December.
By December 17, I'll drop my chapter in the ongoing Nairaland writers collaboration, then I go on christmas break.

THE TWO UPDATES UP THERE WAS DEDICATED TO OUR BABY AND THE MOTHER. WELCOME TO THE WORLD BABY AND CONGRATULATIONS TO THE MOTHER TOO. MAY YOU LIVE TO EAT THE FRUIT OF YOUR LABOUR IN JAH'S NAME. SHE WILL DINE WITH KINGS AND QUEENS AND WILL TAKE THE NAME OF THE FAMILY TO A NEW HEIGHT TOTALLY SURPASSING EXISTING RECORDS AND ACHIEVEMENTS. SHE'LL BE GREAT.
Did I just hear someone say an update should be dedicated to daddy? Daddy got the two updates to his name while Mummy and baby has one each.

--continuation--
FLASHBACK: SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO.
It has become a traditon for a young Ngozi, then a nine year old girl to sleep in her parents room at night. She was the apple of her parent's eyes as well as the apple of God's eye as the children pastor in her church will say then.
"Where is Nwankwo?" Her mother had asked her father.
"Woman, I should ask you that question." The always angry Mazi Obiora replied.
Mazi Obiora was a father that is not to be joked with, a farmer that is not to be taken for granted, a traditional Chief that is not to be overlooked during council meetings with the Igwe unless you want to see the other side of him.
Then the front door creaked open, the time was eleven o'clock in the dead of the night. Mazi Obiora tip toed to the living room in the dark and switched on the lights immediately he got there. Nwankwo his sixteen year old wayward boy froze in fear.
"Nwankwo where are you coming from?" Mazi Obiora asked his son.
"Papa, I went to play football and I decided to play with Samuel before coming home." Nwankwo replied.
"You went to play football? At night? Or has the Igwe erected light stand at the village field?" His father asked.
"No papa." He replied.
"Who is Samuel?"
"You don't know Samuel? My friend, the son of the Reverend Father." He replied.
"Oh! Samuel, that good boy with good characters." Mazi Obi exclaimed.
He knew his son can never be friends with the Samuel of a boy. This same Samuel came to report his son the other day claiming he called him names because of his devot christian life. He knew his son doesn't make friends with boys who cannot play football, and of all the teenagers in the village, Samuel is the only one who doesn't play football. Even the girls can play better than him. The Samuel of a boy is busy preparing for life after secondary school, he has plans of going to the University in the nearby city of Calabar.
"What are you doing in Mama Nkechi's night stand?" Mazi Obi asked shocking his son and at the same time his wife.
Everyone knew Mazi Obi to be a regular patronizer of the bear palour, but he doesn't drink himself to stupour. He visits the place once or twice a week, spending at least one hour in the bear palour, drinking palm wine and pepper soup and other times, bottled beers. Other day, Mazi Omenka will only buy what he wants to buy and come back home to consume them, other chiefs are regular patronizers too.
"That is the route to the parish." Nwankwo replied.
"With Mama Nkechi's daughter, Chidera and this good for nothing son of the palmwine tapper?" His father asked.
He knew his father had caught him red handed. If truly he was caught by his father as at the time he was with Chidera, then he was in a big trouble, because that moment was when he was handling with the girls br.e.a.st and eating her lips, after which the girl sneaked some marijuana for them and they took drags and left.
"My son is sleeping around with girls that has no future other than inherit their mother's brothel. My son is smoking. I will kill you today." Mazi Obiora said removing a cutlass and a horsewhip.
And that was it. That was the encouragement he needed, he has been looking for an opportunity to leave the village in search of greener pastures and as God would have it, someone has promised to take him to Lagos. And now is the time to go to Lagos. In a flash, he sped out of the house that night but never returned.
That was the last of him that Ngozi ever saw as a kid. But the stark resemblance with their father was still there, his broken teeth too. And a big scar below his left eye are enough to recognize him.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
She hugged her brother after so many years and everything took and emotional swing. She cried on his shoulder while he shed tears of regret.
"Baby, you will have to help me." Jay said.
So he still remembered she loved to be called baby as a kid.
"I'll see what I can do." She replied.
If this will be the last favour she'll do for her brother or her family, then she was ready to go to the extreme to get him out of this mess.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Don't you think Ngozi will do something irrational? Maybe setting Jay free.
Leave your thoughts as well as you comments.

--continuation--
The mood inside the ward was tense, Clement had his fists clenched as he breadthe in and out to release his anger gas.
Ngozi carried the cute little girl in her hands as she sang to her ears. Clement tried as much as possible to look at Rachel in the eyes, his eyes fell on his baby and he smiled out of reflex, thereby cooling his nerves and his anger dying down. The baby was cute afterall and he admitted it himself, she took the beauty from him and her mother, but the stark resemblance between the baby and the mother was there.
"Sweetheart am sorry." Rachel said for the upteenth time.
Clement moved closer to her bed and sat down beside her sleeping frame.
"Do you realise that what you did was very dangerous?" Clement asked.
"I just wanted to suprise you." She replied.
"What if things go wrong? Do you think I'll ever forgive you?"
"I know things will never go wrong." She replied confidently.
He has so many things he wanted to say, because it still beat his imagination why his wife will enter the labour room without informing him and to say the delivery involved a ceaserian section in the theatre.
"Congratulation darling." He found himself saying and that was the end of it.
Ngozi handed the baby over to him and he said some things to her in his local dialet.
"What is that you are saying." Ngozi asked.
Clement ignored her until he finished whatever he was whispering into the ears of the baby.
"Am explaining to her that I am her daddy and daddy is a policeman." He replied and they all bursted into laughter, Rachel smiling weakly.
Just then the door into the ward opened and Dolapo stolled in carrying a food basket.
"Am I missing something?" She asked as she dropped the food on the nearest bedside table.
She exchanged looks with Rachel and she smiled.
"Congratulations sir." She said to Clement.
"Thank you dear."
Clement spoon fed his wife for a minute before he announced his departure.
"I'll be back in the evening." He assured.
Doctor Rapheal chosed that second to enter the ward. Clement bent down to kiss his wife then he walked towards the door. He could see the jealousy in Rapheal's face. But why should he be jealous? He owned his wife.
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The euphoria of becoming a father has beclouded Clement's desire to restore peace in the country. He was all smiles as he led Ngozi downstairs, the reason why he was at the hospital remained unaccomplished.
"Clement." Ngozi called.
Clement only turned to face her.
"What will happen to Jay?" She asked.
"We'll come back to question him." He replied.
"Have you forgotten that the earlier the better. We need to get the necessary informations that will be helpful in our investigations. And we've got no time to waste." She explained.
Clement looked at his partner for a while, then a smile ran accross his face.
"Here, you can question him." He said throwing his car keys at her.
He was in no mood to listen to the crazy story of a criminal, while with the recent happening, he couldn't bring himself to asking questions at this time of happiness.
"How do you intend to go back to the office? I mean are you going to take a cab?" She asked.
"I'll drive Rachel's car." He said as he returned to Rachel's ward to pick the car keys.
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Ngozi eased herself into the ward where Jay was lying with eyes open and hands and legs cuffed to the bed posts.
"Hey." She said approaching his bed.
He snapped out of his reverie and faced the lady before him.
Immediately She sat down, she went into a deep slumber as she tired reminiscing an event that took place many years ago, probably seventeen.
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The moments they have been waiting for finally presented itself, its almost a week since they started their barbing business and only two people had patronized them. Today brought the greatest smiles to their faces as the gate into Deoye's residence opened and one of his boys, a well built handsome boy of about twenty-two or twenty three came out dressed in a basketball jersey and a short.
He approached the newest barber shop, the aura of power all over him.
"Abeg I want make my hair." He said as he peeked his head into the shop.
In three minutes, everything was set, the generator running, the clipper working just the way it shoud work.
"Guys, I know sey you be town guys too." The guy began.
The two barbers exchanged looks and they looked at Mike who was lying on a bench like a typical shop owner who allowed his apprentice attend to the customer.
"We be town guys o. We just felt like going lowkey for a while." Mike replied.
The guy smiled.
"Abeg, this hairstyle enter school?" The guy asked.
"Which school be that? It depends on the class the school places itself." Mike asked.
"LASU." He replied.
The three men exchanged looks, LASU again?
--tbc--

I'll try and drop one update tonight dedicating it to our new baby. But if I couldn't, I'll drop it tomorrow.
Question for all: who go born next here? Omotalkie is our mummy presently. Any other married lady in here?

I'll do that now.

stuff46:
the pictures to the baby, i would really love to see them.
Oga duro abeg upload am or you share am in the whatsapp group

One of us here gave birth to a cute little princess this afternoon. Congratulations to you Omotalkie.
Even if she no tell us, we go still greet her for the sake of the baby, abi wetin we wan do?
Once again congrats to the new baby and her mum, Omotalkie. Happiness shall never leave your home.
A big shoutout to Uncle out there!

Congratulations to you, more happiness and joy in your home in Jah's name.
#cute lil princess

The great KelvinGraphics has spoken. You made my day.

KelvinGraphics:
Thank God oooo

Weldone o. Na u be the boss sir. See as people dey struggle to buy ticket to come read ur story.
More oil to ur brain bro

You shouldn't have quoted that update bro. You get what I meant right? It only make the thread combersome. If you can please edit it, I'll appreciate

ogunholla:
A Nice lunch, thanks man

No be you own Kelvin bro

KelvinGraphics:
Which Kelvin wanna die?

I really appreciate your comment sir.

Hardetayour:
Bro. I wish I had ur kind of brain. I started this story when u started but I've always been a ghost reader. I've decided to remove myself from ghost mode. Only geniuses do things like this. Keep it Up

--continuation--
"So tell me all I need to know about Khal corp." Clement said to Jay who was sitting on his bed with a handcuff restricting his movement.
He looked from Clement who was the questionaire to Ngozi who was either recording or writing down all that he has said.
"The is nothing to tell you. I know nothing about khal corp or whatever and I will never know anything about it." Jay replied rudely.
"Do you know Danger-kelv?" Clement asked.
"What is Danger-kelv?" He replied after which he bursted into laughter probably mocking Clement. This singular act infuriated Clement and he punched him twice in the face.
"Clement, take it easy. He could pass out again, you know he is still weak." Ngozi said pleadingly.
Clement still wonders what Ngozi is doing in the force, she has a very fragile heart and could burst into tears when she needed to be strong and fearless. She could let a criminal escape because she hate to see people suffer which was why she doesn't handle questioning or getting informations out of criminals.
"And so?" Clement asked.
"He could pass out again and we needed informations from him as fast as possible. Go slowly with him." She added.
Clement turned to face him in annoyance.
"Tell me what you know about Khal corp, tell me about Danger-kelv and tell me how we can get him." Clement said lifting Jays head to be level with his as he bent down.
Jay spat the blood in his mouth to his face.
"Bastard!" He said.
Clement staggered backward like and acid has just been poured on him. He rushed towards him with one thing in mind, punch him till he passes out. But a force was holding him back, he knew who it was, but he was ready to do what he has in mind.
Just then the door opened and Doctor Rapheal walked in.
"Oh! You are here. Congratulations." He said strtching forth his hand.
Clement ingnored him as he wiped his face with a hankie and sat down on the only available chair.
"The nurses actually told me the police are here. My mind told me it has to be you, so I decided to come and congratulate you. Have you gone to see her?" Doctor Rapheal asked.
What is this one talking about? Gone to see who? Were the questions running through his mind.
"What are you talking about Doctor?" He asked.
"Tell me you don't know Rachel has put to bed."
He wanted to punch the doctor for using such an expensive punchline on him but he has to confirm afterall, she ought to be due the following week.
"Which Rachel are you talking about?" He asked.
"Your wife. She arrived this morning and we successfully completed the Ceaserian." Rapheal replied.
Clement was forced to look at Ngozi who also wore a suprised expression on her face.
"Where is she?" Clement asked.
"Ward eleven second floor."
Clement hurried towards the door and yanked it opened angrily, he raced out of the room with Ngozi on his heels.
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Janet just finished packing her travelling boxes and she sat down in the living room anxiously waiting for 7pm when she was expected to drive to the airport, her flight was scheduled to take off by 8pm. Then her phone rang for the upteenth time, it was Frank.
"Hello Jane, you promised to call me back but you didn't."
"Sorry dear, I have been busy all day. Are you still coming?" She asked.
"yeah. So what time should I come?" He asked.
He must not know she was leaving the country, she must not even give him signs that she was travelling.
"Come around four o'clock." She replied.
He professed his love for her three days ago and promised to visit her new apartment, she granted his request to visit her knowing fully well that she was travelling out of the country. All she needed to do was send the address to him around 4pm when she knew it will be difficult to come with the police, even if they had plans of coming later in the night or some other day, they'll meet her door locked.
"I'll send the address when am done here." She said. She could hear him gave a loud scream of happiness.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Deoye's arm was healing gradually as the days rolled by, thanks to Doctor Rapheal's indefatigable efforts at restoring him arm to normal and relieving him of the pain. Doctor Rapheal spends at least an hour with Deoye administering drugs to him even though they couldn't speed up the recovery rate since he wasn't on admission.
Doctor Rapheal claimed he needed to undergo a certain surgery to restore his left hand but he has to go to a hospital and going to a hospital exposes him and being a wanted criminal, he couldn't gamble that.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Don asked his cousin as he puffed out smoke from the cigar he was dragging.
"Much better." Deoye replied trying to lift his hand on his own.
"Does that mean you are joining us in the gym later in the day?" One of Don's boys asked.
"Gym? Not at all. I dey mad?"
They all bursted into laughter. A lot of things was going through his mind, one knews had reached him that Scorpion has been arrested according to Desmond'd gossip blog. He was also following the examination time table and knowing what time Dolapo has her exams, he was well aware that she now has a group of policemen driving her to where ever she wants to go. But as far as he is concerned, there is no reason why he should be detered or afraid of the police. But on a second throught, was it not because of this same policemen that he ran aways from his hostel?
"Is Raph coming today?" One of Don's boys asked directing the question to the boss.
"No he is not. He has a delivery to handle and according to him, it involves the theater. But he'll be here on his way home to give Deoye the pain killing injection and energizer to enable him finish up his asignment tomorrow without pain." Don replied. His last sentence kit Deoye like a blow in the gut.
He wasn't expecting his last assignment to come this close, considering the fact that the last outing he had almost ended in a disaster, he was shot in the arm. And when he was begining to regain his lost strength, his controller came up with the news that he'll be wrapping up his assignment the following.
"Its a daylight thing." Don said further suprising everyone in the room.
No one dare challenge him, they have no business with whatever it is that was going on. It was Deoye's business and he should face it squarely. All they needed to do was go with him incase things get out of hand.
A sharp knock sounded on the door.
"Are we expecting a visitor?" Don asked looking at the suprised faces of everyone in the room.
They all shook their heads in the negative. "Get your guns." Don whispered.
"Come in." Don said and immediately, the door swung open and Victoria walked into the living room.
They all did the sign of cross as they tucked in their guns.
"Hello guys." Voctoria greeted as she strolled into the living room smiling.
"Hey!"Don replied.
Victoria stopped smiling immediately she noticed their drawn faces.
"Am I disturbing anything?" She asked sitting beside Don.
The guys all one after the other stood up and filed out of the living room while Deoye limped after them.
"What brings you here?" Don asked when he was sure that the guys were all well out of earshot.
"I want to stop this job." She replied.
"Which job?" Don asked.
"Do I have any other job? I want to stop what I am doing, I need to get a new life before it is too late."
Don bursted out laughing and rubbing his beard.
"And why will you want to stop?"
"Remember the failed operation we had inside Anthony estate where we were paid to assasinate a certain Mr Tony but we got a wrong address and ended up in a policeman's house. That policeman is my elder brother, but because I was on mask, he couldn't recognise me and coupled with the fact that its over ten years since we met last. Just last week, I say my second brother Kelvin in Sandra's house. They are both dating. So how does it sound, I am working for Sandra as an assasin and she is dating my brother. What picture does that potray?" She explained.
"I understand you perfectly and you know I put your feelings first in everything. But the problem now is Sandra's assignment. We've spent the money, what do we do?" Don asked.
Afterall, Don was understanding.
"I'll finish the assignment. I am going after Janet tonight and everything is gonna end." She replied.
She later went to the kitchen and prepared a sumptous meal for everyone, the guys all ate hungrily, its been a while since they ate a homemade food. She does this once in a while even though she wasn't dating Don or any of the guys. But as the only surviving female member of the gang, she is their wife.

--to be continued--

--continuation--
Clement was seated in his office chatting with Ngozi who has the day off becasue Dolapo had no exam scheduled for that day.
"Ngozi, did you say Kelvin visited you on saturday?" Clement asked.
Ngozi nodded her head as she continued playing game on her phone.
"Don't you think it connects? Clement asked.
Ngozi's countenance changed as she paused the game she was playing and dropped her phone.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean, someone making a call inside your ward, with the name Danger-kelv which may simply mean Kelvin. And my brother Kelvin in ther with you coincidentally. You know he may be the Danger-kelv we are looking for." Clement explained.
"Are you for real? Clement! You mean you think your brother is a terrorist?" She asked.
"From my own perspective, I think he is." Clement replied opening the drawer attached to his table. He removed a blank sheet of paper and began scribbling something down on it.
"I think this job is getting into your head. Go ahead and get him arrested, I believe its just a coincidence. Kelvin told me when he was leaving, I saw him walk out through the door. And the supposed Danger whatever exited through the window."
"But you were asleep then."
"I fell asleep when Kelvin left." she replied.
"Look at it from this perspective, what about if he returns to your ward when you think he had left and broke the window to aid his escape."
"And why would he do that?" Ngozi asked.
Clement kept quiet, there is no point argueing with her, he knew she'll not just reason with him.
"Tell me you are defending him because you know he can't be a terrorist or because you feel something for him."
Ngozi wanted to talk but no words came out.
"Tobiloba called me and he has explained everything to me. I think you are taking his gentility for granted. Marriage doesn't happen like that." Clement added.
"Can we talk about something else please?"
Just then Clement's phone rang and he picked it.
"He is awake?" Clement asked.
"I'll be there in ten minutes." He replied as he grabbed his car keys and without another word walked out of the office. Ngozi knew she had made him angry and friends like Clement are hard to find. She hurried after him, but on getting to the parking lot outside, his car was still there.
"Sly, am off to the hospital. The Jay of a guy is awake. I think this is our only chance." Clement said to Sylvester.
Sylvester closed his laptop and stood up.
"Maybe I should come with you." He said.
"No. Get more informations out of Habeeb. He should be able to lead us into Khal corp." Clement said.
Sylvester nodded his head affirmatively and Clement walked out.
He saw Ngozi leaning against his car, he ignored her and unlocked the car door and hopped behind the wheel. Ngozi slipped into the passenger seat. Without another word, he drove off towards St Battaihas private hospital where Jay was admitted.
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Chief Obi Patrick has been out of Lagos state for three days now. He has been meeting with party chieftains all over the Nothern part of the country. And on the last day of his five days travel, he arrived at the presidential villa in Abuja where he was to have a behind closed door meeting with the President of the Federal republic of Nigeria.
"Chief, what's wrong with Maleek?" The president asked.
"How do you mean?" Chief Patrick asked.
"He keeps procastinating the contract before him. After his failed attempt at killing the vice president, he has been silent and no one is talking. What could be wrong?" The President asked.
"Your Excellency sir, I think the fault is from your office. The minister for defence is a very tactical individual who knew so much about terrorism as a weapon of insurgence, being a retired millitary man. I think he should be axed, then the security agencies becomes powerless like they were three months ago." Chief Patrick explained.
"So what do you suggest I do?"
"Reshuffle your cabinet. Bring someone else as the Defence minister, someone who will dance to our tunes." Chief Patrick replied.
"I'll do just that."
The two politicians dicussed more about their selfish interest at the expence of the citizens of the country. Chief Patrick was a man of power who has been there and always want to be there, while the president was a very young man, at forty-nine. He was power hungry and want to establish his name in the books where the like of Chief Patrick has their names written.

--to be continued--

Aaaaah! I'll beat u later.

MhizEnkay:
I've quoted you.. Oya beat me.. Lol

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--continuation--
After their close escape from the police, Jay has been extra careful in his dealing and public displays, most especially the calls he recieved.
He was seated inside a fast food joint with Kelvin and the disguised business woman from Dubai, Becky.
"Jay, what do you suggest we do?" Kelvin asked.
Jay kept quiet for a while, probably thinking of the way out of his present predicament, he was now a wanted man all over the country, his pictures were all over the places, on newspapers, on television and magazines.
"Personally, I don't know what to do, but I think joing the corporation will do a lot." Becky chirped in. If there was one thing Kelvin hated about Becky, it was her jumpy-attitude to issues of personal security.
"I am not talking to you but him." Kelvin said obviously irritated.
Jay who was wearing a hooded cardigan and a sunglass in a bid to disguise his face.
"I can't join the corp." Jay said.
Jay was once a member of the Khal corp but his exposure to certain amount of things made him grow wings and he pulled out of the corporation. Maleek would have ordered his death if it were to be someone else withing the corporation, but the fact that it was Jay, another highly placed member just on the same level with Danger-kelv. But since he was a protegee to Kelvin he was always there to work for him(Kelvin)
After his exit from Khal corp, he formed a three man team who worked for a highly placed politician in the country where he made his money and lived in affluence.
"I am not in support of Jay coming back, it will be disastrous for him." Kelvin said filling his glass with his drink.
Becky raised a eyebrow and wanted to talk, but a look from Kelvin said it all. She kept her mouth shut and watched as the two expert killers discuss even though she was many years older than them, age is nothing but numbers, power and money counts.
"What do you think we should do now?" Becky finally asked.
"Its up to you." Kelvin said confidently.
"Me?"
Kelvin nodded affirmatively.
"Get close to either of Ngozi, Sylvester or Mike. Get them on your side, I'll try and manipulate Clement, all we needed is for them to drop this case." Kelvin explained.
Jay knew getting close to the afforementioned policemen doesn't change a thing or assure him of freedom. As long as he was still alive, he will always be on the wanted list. The best thing is to get the afforementioned police officers out of the way or demoralise them, but Kelvin won't buy such idea because he'll be a victim of such resolve.
Kelvin who had a different plan for Jay was looking at his reaction. From where he sat backing the other diners in the restaurant, he could see eyes staring at Jay from behind him and almost everybody whispering at the same time. This was what he wanted, he want Jay out of the way, even though his greatest downfall would have been the arrest of Jay and with Clement still in the force, he knew it won't take time before Jay was nabbed. This was the reason why he didn't want Jay in the corp, he knew he'd become powerful like he was before he left eight months ago. He wanted him dead, because he knew Jay was the only living individual who knew so much about him including his personal life, one way or the other, if Jay was caught, he was dead too.
"Guy, they are begining to stare at you. Lets get out of here. You go first." Kelvin said.
Jay stood up and made for the door carefully.
"That's it, you can go to Dubai like you have always wanted." Kelvin said when Jay was almost at the door as he slipped an envelope of what was supposed to be a travelling passport and a cheque.
"Its nice doing business with you." She said shaking hands with him.
Kelvin led the way as they made to walk out of the eatery, Jay fell to the ground clutching his chest as he battled to hold unto his precious life.
Kelvin pretended he didn't know him, he slipped into his own car thinking Becky had driven off as planned but unknown to him, Becky was a die hard loyalist of Jay and she stood with him. The moment the policemen came, she drove off, but not after slipping a piece of paper inside his blood soaked pocket.

--to be continued--
This update is dedicated to two great readers of this story. Adeh39 the birthday girl and Handie the graduate of today, another crime story veteran. I pray that Jah continue to be with you guys. Amen!!!