Chapters (88)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
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- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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‘I heard it from here!’ she was telling the person on the other end. ‘I expect accurate updates as this develops …’
Kehinde grabbed the front seat of the black S-Class Mercedes. Taiwo and Julius sandwiched Gabe in the back. Julius had pocketed his illicit phone hurriedly and was alarmed to see a corner protruding from the pocket of his shorts as he settled into soft Mercedes leather. He waited for Gabe to look the other way before pressing it out of sight.
Kehinde’s phone pinged with a message as the soldiers opened the front gate. He whooped exuberantly as he spun round and looked at Taiwo behind. ‘Collins says there’s been a huge bomb at the Transport Union Office. Governor’s mansion is on lockdown as a security precaution. He can’t get to school.’
‘Lucky him,’ Gabe noted.
Julius felt left out as Gabe and Taiwo scoured their phones for info.
Jimoh asked the car to play Sunshine Star, a local radio station fuelled by phone-ins and trashy news.
‘I was in the transit park waiting for my ride and the shaking almost knocked me off my feet,’ a caller with a crackly line and background chaos was saying. ‘The Transport Union offices have been annihilated. There are pieces of dead people scattered around. Because of God’s blessing, I was under a metal shade that saved me from the rubble and blast.’
‘How many do you think are killed?’ the DJ asked.
‘Many, many! Injured, all around me. Dead, I do not count, but there is multiple for sure.’
‘For those of us trying to get to work, what is the situation with city buses?’
‘Nothing in, nothing out,’ the caller explained. ‘Transit Park West is sealed off by union officials. I am trapped inside. Many, many guns. Only the injured are being allowed to go.’
‘What about police?’
‘I hear sirens. Plenty of ambulance, but no police. No local police, or state police.’
Julius understood the significance of this. Area boys and cops were loyal to his family, while the Transport Union had switched to supporting former governor Rotimi. The bomb was another aggressive move by the area boys in their turf war with the Transport Union, and police inaction showed whose side they were on.
Another caller began speaking on radio. ‘I believe there was an early-morning meeting of union officials when this bomb exploded.’
‘What makes you say that?’ the DJ asked.
‘My boyfriend’s apartment overlooks the rear of Transport Union Headquarters. Every Wednesday morning there are always the big-man cars parked in the street behind the office for this early meeting. Lexus, Mercedes, Bentley. I can see them all from my window as I speak and they are blasted to bits …’