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Fifi said the house would be easy to locate once we got into the estate cause it was the only bungalow in a row of Duplexes. Once we made the first turn, it was the fourth or fifth house on the left. The first challenge was that the estate obviously housed rich and well to do people, which meant the security was tight.
The security at the estate gate ordered us to park and asked who we were there to see at such a late hour.
"Who are you here to see? Is he expecting you?" He stood few feet away and made a motion with his torch, instructing we roll down the glass
"For heaven's sake is this a bloody hotel?" Kanaku demanded
"I beg your pardon?" the security looked like he needed just one reason to make our night miserable
I had to think fast, luckily Jessy was thinking faster. She leaned across me and called out, "Please we're here to see my uncle. We should have been here earlier but we had car troubles" The guard redirected his torch beam from the frowning Kanaku to the back seat, shinning the bright light in Jessy's face
"Hmm....and what is your uncle's name?" He asked
"Well...." she trailed off
"Mr. Kenekelis" I blurted out
Now he faced the beam on me. "Is he your uncle too?"
"yes....well no...not my blood uncle, but he has been more than an uncle to me"
I squinted and raised my hand to shield the bright light while the guard rudely continued to blind me.
"Okay...,but you have to call him, I'll speak with him"
"okay sure, that's what you should have said since, please can you get the light off my face?" He complied and I looked at Jessy, "call him, tell him we're at the main gate"
She looked at me but expertly didn't show her surprise. Without missing a beat she brought out her phone and dialed a number. After minutes of silence, she sighed, "his line is busy....he's on the conference call already."
I nodded, and turned to the guard "please we have a meeting with him it's very important"
The guard scoffed, "what important meeting by midnight?"
"we're coming from Ondo state sir" I countered
But he wasn't having it, "why don't you tell me about this so-called meeting and I'll determine if it's important or not.."
Kanaku suddenly couldn't take it anymore, he opened the driver's door and stepped out. "Listen here you bastard, you can either get in the car and follow us to the house or you simply let us go. But you're not going to stand here and use us to pretend or act what police life would have been like if only you had made the cut-off mark."
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Securing The Bag (The Lagos Hustle)
PertualanganA yahoo boy, A runs girl, A street Thug - 3 strangers going about their day to day hustle in the suburbs of Lagos witness a gruesome murder that will change their lives forever and put them on the hunt for a legendary treasure dating from precolonia...