She had tried to steal a billionaire’s wealth for a future she thought she deserved, completely blind to the fact that her real treasure had been wiping the dirt off her windows for scraps.
Police sirens echoed faintly in the distance, growing louder as they sped down the exclusive avenues of Banana Island. Barrister Johnson had done his job.
Jerry looked down at the weeping woman, feeling no sorrow, no rage, only a profound, hollow pity.
He turned away from her and walked over to Jonah.
He knelt down so he was eye level with the boy, ignoring the police vehicles that were now screeching to a halt outside the front doors.
Officers stormed into the foyer, calm but firm.
Victoria and Dr. Helen did not resist. They were handcuffed and led out into the flashing red and blue lights of the Lagos night, their reputations, their freedom, and their lives completely over.
Jerry placed a gentle hand on Jonah’s shoulder. The boy was trembling, the weight of the night’s revelations finally catching up to him.
