Novelas de Wendigo

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.*

Inside the cold cemented room, Lex sat on a wooden chair and sitting across him was the masked man. The smell of incense hung strongly on the air making Lex a little bit dizzy. But he managed."So..." the masked man began."From the beginning, shall we?"Lex nodded..* *Y unlocked the back door of the Venza and made a routine search of his surroundings. He wore a black mask and drew Kunle out of the car. Though he was only semiconscous, he did not slump into the cold cemented floor. He sat upright with his back to the tire of the Venza, his head bent forward. Y lifted this burly man to his broad shoulders and started for the door. Beyond it was an empty room with one chair and a shaky bulb overhead in the middle of the room..The smell of incense made Kunle's nose to twitch, bringing him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes and the first thing that ca

Miles away, inside UNIBEN's St. Albert's cathedral, Byron dropped his extremely large headset. Attached to it was a microphone. He heaved a sigh as he clicked his Big Brother Counter engine's shutdown button.CLICK.He smiled at his genius. Tomorrow he will be on his way to Lagos.Time is running out.•••When Barrister Kunle left his office at Kunle & Sons' at noon on Tuesday he was tired and high. He had put together his file on Godwin Ayodele's wealth. Surprisingly, the late democrat had prepared for the worst of the worst, he had laid a backup will if in fact anything should happen to him and his whole family. Kunle was a little bit puzzled at first when Godwin approached him years ago, seeking his help and from the events that followed, Kunle had a feeling the man knew his time, and that of his family was getting near. Kunle shook his head in pity..The things politicians put their hands

"Here, put this on." Across the passenger's seat, Gbenga's left hand outstretched while the other guided the steering, on the palm of the outstretched hand sat a black cloth. He could see the quizzical look on Lex's face. "We're approaching the headquarters, you can't know where it's situated." He explained.Lex stared at him for a moment, and took the blindfold from him, he raised the cloth to his face, expertly tying it to a clumsy knot at the back of his head.For a moment, Gbenga thought Lex might oppose to the rule and he glad Lex didn't. Protocol is protocol. As odd as it may seem, Gbenga doesn't trust this man totally. He might be a harmless bunny, but even harmless bunnies turn into wolves when pushed to the wall. I hope the Sons know exactly what they're doing.Deep in thought, Lex was perplexed when Gbenga told him to put on the blindfold. Normally, he would questio

The air around Lex seem suffocating. Even with the cool, evening breeze, he grasped for air.Funke. Is being abducted as we speak!His mind reeled to when Bob told him about Funke's flight to Lagos. Never in his wildest imaginations, would he ever think this would happen.The pendulum that swayed in the vast darkness that was his thoughts, translated faster. Lex's panicked. He had to get to the airport, and he had to get there fast!* * *The phone on Bob's desk rang. He had sent an officer to pick Funke from the airport. It has been over an hour since the plane touched down, he had sent the intern immediately. He had been feeling a little uneasy. Like something bad was about to happen.O! How right he was! As he held the receiver to his ear, he spoke in a gruff tone."Speak." he said."Sir?" the young officer sounded breathless. L

Faculty Of Criminology, University Of Benin, Ugbowo, Benin City.Sitting on a pavement, legs improvised as a table for his laptop, Byron typed away. On his laptop's screen showed the gory pictures of the Ayodele's bodies after autopsy. What Byron had discovered was breathtaking. Literally. It had taken his breath away.Byron was sending an e-mail to someone who he thinks he can help. The one who's in-charge of the investigation, being a master of psychology himself, Byron loved a good mystery. And from the expression on his face, this appeared to give him mysterigasm. A term he made up.Clad in a white long sleeve that was damp with sweat, fitted jean trousers and an Adidas palm to match his Student look, Byron was a first-class undergraduate who was sadly a social outcast. The funny thing was that he didn't care. Friends were distracting, they'd make you lose sight of your goals, he always said."Done." Byron said