Chapter 22: the storm III

"I've worked for Richard for 10 years, I idolized the man," I said trying to calm the swelling angst within me and set myself off the edge.

"Ambition overrides ethics," he replied, his gaze falling to the dial of his watch.

"I agree but I have no motive to kill."

"He was stabbed, the Jama'atu had nothing to do with it," he countered and his revelation was shocking once more.

"Then we should be looking for the real killers, not wasting precious time," I said with my tone insistent.

"You've already been caught, so stop acting cowardly Agent. They found the murder weapon and your finger prints were on it."

On instinct, I almost raked my hands through my hair in frustration, where was all this coming from! If I had been in Ikeja things wouldn't have resulted in this but where was Emeka? And why hadn't I heard from him?

"General, you've been working with the law for decades now, surely you can differentiate between a murderer and someone who is clearly being framed