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Did It Hurt?

The schedule called for Bob to leave the staked-out LSPD building at 6:30AM, well ahead of the morning Lagos hustle and bustle.

A Lieutenant called while he was about to step into his black Toyota Sienna.

"Good morning."

"Not so good, Bob." The man said over the phone. "They got the barrister."

"Shit." Bob sputtered. He slammed his fist on the dashboard.

"He's not dead yet and he's asking for you. He keeps saying the word: JUSTICE?"

The early rays of the sun blinded Bob's vision over his car's wind-screen, he shielded his eyes with an arm while the other supported his phone to his ear. Quickly, he brought down the sun-protector.

After a short silence over the line, the Lieutenant spoke.

"Sir?"

"I'll be right there!"

Angry, Bob reversed and cut his steering towards the entrance and was on his way.

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