THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.

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The voice on the other end kept talking.

“Sir? Sir, the board meeting starts in twenty minutes—”

Kojo ended the call without answering.

Outside the tinted window, little Adzo stood nervously in the heat, clutching the photograph tighter as expensive cars swerved impatiently around them.

“Where did you get this picture?” Kojo asked quietly.

The girl continue reading …