Kevo bolted out of the safe house into the pouring rain, completely ignoring Brayo’s furious, panicked warnings from the doorway.
He didn't care about the risk to his own life anymore; the rules of the game had completely changed the moment his mother became a direct target.
He couldn't afford to hide in the shadows of Rongai while the clock ran out.
He sprinted through the mud to the main road and boarded a speeding, late-night matatu heading to the Central Business District.
By the time the vehicle's brakes screeched to a violent halt near the downtown electronics market arcade, the clock read 11:15 PM.
The city center was eerily quiet at this hour, a stark contrast to its daytime chaos.
The massive commercial buildings towered over the empty, rain-slicked streets like concrete giants watching his every move.
Kevo stepped onto the deserted pavement, clutching the straps of his heavy backpack tight against his chest.
As his boots clicked against the concrete, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a fresh text message from an...