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Thanks for the dedication fam. I'm so much into this blockbuster of a story already. Good morning!

Therock5555: thanks bro, its been a while o

True that sir! It's my birthday today, kindly dedicate an update to me!!! Bless!

Nice one bro! You never fail to deliver. Following...

philtrum: On behalf of the OP I'm saying a big SORRY. no feel say the op dey ignore u, maybe e never notice.
You Are Very Welcome to this thread, thank God say you no late too much, pick the vacant sit in front.

if we don't appreciate you, who will?
Be absolutely sure its from the bottom of our heart

Thanks for standing in for me in my absence. Bless you bro.

DisneyAngel: Nice update boy

Loool...thank you my angel

DisneyAngel: Nice update boy

Loool...thank you my angel

shollaire: @op, so sad that upon all my trouble, am not welcome. what's my offence?

You're so welcome. Sorry, i didn't notice you earlier. Kindly accept my apologies. We are glad to have you here. Enjoy!

Cassie1408: U ar too much

Thanks boo...*much kisses*

Dayo looked up, he surveyed the environment at a glance. He wanted to run but his feebly legs would not allow him the chance to do so. He walked miserably to the side where Trisha and the police officer was standing.

He greeted Trisha but she ignored him, he felt some guilt in his heart and his heartbeat tripled upon the sudden realisation of what could happen to him. A murder case in London!

Dayo guessed that Trisha would have told the police officer about him and they might have somehow been on their way to his place. His guess was right because the officer engaged him with series of questions which he managed to provide brainy answers to.

The flat which Marcus lived in before his death was surrounded with barricade tapes. The public was prevented from taking any snap shots except for a particular white man who Dayo suspected was working with the police.

Marcus' body had already been stretchered out for autopsy before his arrival.

The officer, Inspector David was a white man in his late thirties. He had a huge frame that made him look like a rugby player. His beards were finely shaven. His height was something that would sweep a lady off her feet. His eyes looked red and fiery yet he exhibited meekness.

Inspector David informed the duo of Dayo and Trisha that they were going to follow them back to the police station for proper investigation.

At the station, Dayo was asked to write a statement concerning what he knew about the murder. He felt that he should write something else but he had a second thought and he decided to pour out the truth. The devil was before him and Dayo thought it was wise to kill him than dance with him.

The inspector scanned through their statements and he was impressed. He arranged the them into a file before exiting the interrogation room.

Dayo looked over the small room like he was lost. There was a ceiling fan hanging over his head. Cameras were stationed at strategic places to monitor movement. A small window allowed a tiny ray of light to pass through to the room. The room was well lit all thanks to the mighty halogen lamp that was fixed close to the fan.

The inspector came back after an hour. He informed Dayo that he was going to be released but he adviced him that he should not leave London at that period as the police might visit him at any time to confirm his residential address. He shook hands with Dayo and promised that Juan and Carlos were going to be tracked.

Dayo got out of the police station. His face brightened as fresh air hit his sleepy eyes. Freedom was a good thing. He felt his intestines fighting world war III, hunger was the meaning.

He hurriedly walked into a restaurant and ordered for some quick meal. As he settled to fill his belly, he glanced at his wristwatch, shock was written all over his face.

He had missed a test, a vital one. He was on the verge of missing another, so he just dumped the remainder of the meal into his mouth like a glutton and sped away like a fresh mad man.

He got home and freshened up before navigating his way to school, where he saw the unexpected.

DisneyAngel: Bros next update pls,before I develop HB. nice work

Lmao...abeg o, i'm not yet a 'bros' o. Thanks for the comment.
Refresh in 2hours dearie.

chistar01: Hmmmm... Nice story. See suspence oh

Hello... Chistar is here. Welcome boss and thanks for the comment. I'm mightily inspired.

Enosky: Guy abeg update nw!!! Abi u sef dn strike?

Loool...i don update already bae. How was your night?

He stared blankly at his phone's screen. The words that made up the mysterious message compounded his miserable state that morning. He just could not lay a finger on anything. His memory went on a long holiday. In a short description, he suffered from amnesia in a brief moment.

Dayo was cold. He managed to sit up even with the inconvinence created by the horrible pain in his neck. He began to recall the events that played out the previous day.

He had left Marcus' apartment at around 11pm after the meeting with the south americans. As soon as he walked across the street that linked to the nearest bus station, his phone rang.

He realised that it was Naomi. She asked him to come over to her place for something urgent. Her voice on phone expressed anguish and pain. She lamented on how lonely and worried she was, so she had decided to contact him.

Dayo pleaded with her that it was late but she persisted, she even threatened to do something stupid if he didn't show up. He had no option than to succumb to her pleas. Dayo boarded the next bus upon her directions.

He got to her flat in another ten minutes, it was a two bedroom flat that was sited in an area meant for middle income areas. She shared the flat with a friend. Dayo later got to find out that the friend was away on an official assignment.

The flowers that adorned the front of her flat were scentful. The gentle breeze accompanied with light drizzles gave a strong indication of a promising night.

He tapped the door lightly. Naomi responded swiftly like she had been holding a vigil for his arrival. She held him in a tight embrace and placed soft kisses on his lips. His body organs appreciated the gesture as he licked his lips unconciously and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The kiss registered sensual messages in his brain. Naomi confirmed it when she told him that she was alone and he was going to spend the night with her. She excused herself to the bathroom after showing him the way to the bedroom.

She came back to meet Dayo already fast sleep. She hissed in disappointment as she miserably slept by his side.

Dayo woke up at exactly 02:30 am. He felt something was holding him down. He saw Naomi's full unclad body lying closely to his body. She crossed her legs on his in the most provocative manner.

Dayo's third leg failed his 'righteous' mind. He stretched to feel the fair luscious laps that was making his third leg increase in length.

Half-way into touching, Naomi suddenly grabbed his hands and began to play with his open chest. Things turned out slowly and blew into a fulfilled sex match. Naomi was great in bed but Dayo managed to keep up. They slept off immediately after two hot, sizzling rounds.

Dayo woke up very early to leave for home but Naomi forced him to have a quickie before she could free him. He got to his apartment and he went into a deep sleep in minutes.


As he hurriedly wore a brief cloth. He looked around his room and he noticed that someone had burgled his apartment. Some of his things were missing. He made a mental note of checking properly when he returns from Marcus'.

He confirmed his fears when he noticed that the windscreen of his car had been tampered with. Anger rose inside him.

Dayo saw a small crowd outside Marcus' Apartment. As he got nearer, he saw Marcus' girlfriend, Trisha. She was attending to a police officer.

"Hey you!", one of the police officers shouted.

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