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Chapter 15 – The Confession

Auteur: Ekenta David
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-28 18:04:01

Tuesday afternoon, 3:47 p.m.

The police station interview room smelled like old coffee, bleach, and nerves.

DSP Aisha Bello sat across from Chidi Okoro. No handcuffs. No parents this time his mother had been asked to wait outside after she kept jumping in. Chidi’s hands rested on the metal table, fingers locked so tight his knuckles stood out white. He hadn’t slept properly in days. Headlines kept scrolling behind his eyes every time he blinked.

DSP Bello opened her notebook. Voice calm, no pre
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