Shehu answered the call from the driver’s seat of his wife’s Toyota Prius parked up the road from Malik’s house. ‘Ol’ boy,’ he said. ‘What’s up?’
‘Where are you?’ Ojo said.
‘Waiting for you know who. Why?’
‘Otunba was asking after you. He wanted to know where you were.’
‘What did you tell him?’
‘I said you went home to deal with something.’
‘Did he ask what?’
‘No.’
‘If he does, just tell him I didn’t say.’
‘Have you spoken to him?’
‘Yeah. He’s not going to give up the girl.’
‘So they’re really working together?’
‘It’s possible. If she’s alive.’
‘What about Amaka?’
‘I’m getting close.’
‘How close?’
‘Very close.’
‘OK. Shehu, I’m really very grateful that you’re doing this for me. I mean it. Thank you, my brother.’
‘No problem, brother. Just stay calm and let me handle things. And one more thing.’
‘What?’
‘Malik said you also asked him to take care of Amaka. You really have to let me handle this.’
‘I’m sorry, Shehu.’
‘You’ve got to trust me, man. I’m the only person you can trust. Always remember that.’