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Chapter 7
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The laptop screen came to life when Milkos was removing his shorts. He was just coming back from the Akara joint two houses away from his, where he went to get breakfast. He opened the messages as he was munching on a piece. The message was from an unknown contact on WhatsApp. As he read the contents of the message, his eyes widened.
This is too good to be true. Finally. He mused.
He minimized his WhatsApp Web and opened his Tracking Software.
And got back to work, stuffing the remaining Akara inside his mouth.
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Unlike Wale, this was Seven’s first time inside an Interrogation Room. The closest to this he had ever been was on one of the many crime dramas he followed on Cable Television. Those had one-way monitoring rooms guise as mirrors, lights everywhere, an iron desk, and a chair for the suspect.
But this one was dimly-lit, four chairs, an old table with the edges brazed
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