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- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
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- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
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- FIFTY-FIVE
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Georgia tipped back her head and laughed noisily. ‘All my teachers adore me,’ she joked as a bunch of girls started woo-wooing and waving their arms around behind her. ‘But, seriously, there’s thousands of kids here and I don’t see why we’re different. If we believe something is wrong, don’t we have as much right to protest as our teachers, uni students or anyone else?’
THIRTY-SIX
Remi had learned enough first aid in the National Youth Service Corps to remove Gabe’s splinter and clean the wound. While he cut a dressing for his young patient, Julius folded back the screen beside Duke’s bed, picked up a coffee table and laid out a Scrabble board.
Remi didn’t join the three boys in the game, because he was prepping a speech for a meeting of anti-corruption activists the following day. He kept a portable radio on, raising the volume so they could all hear the noon bulletin.
‘… Akure Fire Service has confirmed eighteen dead in this morning’s blast at an office building near the Western Transit Hub. With at least thirty-three more unaccounted for, the elite National Rescue unit is flying from Lagos with specialist equipment and sniffer dogs.
‘Many of the dead are thought to be high on the ladder in the Ondo State Transport Union. The union’s national president, Sam Elendu, has said the bombing is symptomatic of police inaction during recent disturbances in Akure and has called on the national government in Abuja to investigate.
‘Ondo State Governor, SJ Adebisi, gave a press conference in which he described the blast as a “heinous act of terror”, and promised swift action to catch the perpetrators …’
Remi snorted at the last part.
‘I know my family are into all kinds of shit, but how is this in their interests?’ Julius asked. ‘Stirring trouble? Bringing the city to a standstill?’
Remi turned away from his papers and stroked his chin. ‘They thought the area boys were a rabble,’ he explained. ‘Adebisi gave money and encouragement, expecting them to cause trouble. The intention was to punish the Transport Union for turning their support back to Rotimi. Nobody expected an organised campaign to take control of the city centre and slaughter the leadership of the Union.’
‘Can’t my uncle tell them to stop?’ Gabe asked.
‘I fear your uncle and mother have created a monster they cannot control,’ Remi said dramatically. ‘Now there is a war and everyone will suffer for months, if not years.’
Edgy and confused, Gabe looked at Julius. ‘Are Mum and Uncle really such bad guys?’
Julius had got the Scrabble out because Gabe’s nerves were frazzled.
‘Nobody can become rich and powerful without doing bad things,’ Julius said diplomatically. ‘Now it’s your turn. Focus your microscopic brain on the game.’