CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“Remember, this doesn't prove anything. It's just a part of the investigation.” Funmilayo, wearing a hidden mic on Ezekiel.

“What's the need for the mic again?” Feeling a little reluctant.

“In case you come in contact with him, I want to hear everything you talk about.” Funmilayo gently patted his chest.

“Okay… it's time.”

It was time. Ezekiel and Funmilayo had done the best they could from the little information they had about the case. But they needed more proof, it would simply be impossible for them to apprehend Seun if they didn't have solid enough evidence of his crime.

Ezekiel was very positive that Seun was guilty and wasn't ready to believe otherwise, Funmilayo on the other hand didn't have the luxury to be blinded by emotions but trusted Ezekiel's instincts - Regardless, she knew further investigation was needed.

“I hope you remember the plan.” Funmilayo watched as Ezekiel got into his car.

“I do.” He slammed the door closed.