CHAPTER 9
Andy drove aggressively without uttering any word but I could tell he was angry, I could see his chest moving up and down under his black shirt. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were red. The car smelled like his cologne and leather.
We had left my house and I had followed him to his car; a black Toyota Prado that looked new, with tinted windows. He didn't say anything, he just said "Come," and I came. I didn't even lock my house properly. I left Mel's blanket on the couch, the blood on the carpet from Jim, everything. I just wanted my niece back.
He asked me to dial a number on his phone but the recipient wasn't picking. He cursed under his breath.
He asked me to dial another number, "vipi boss!" The person on the other end spoke loudly, with music in the background.
"Ambia Jemo nikimpigia tena akose kushika, kesho atakuwa mzigo," he said authoritatively, his voice so cold it made me shiver. This was not the Andy who hugged me. This was someone else.
"Sawa boss," the person said quickly and he hung up.
Less than two minutes later his phone rang. The name JEMO flashed. Andy picked on speaker.
"Pole mdosi nilikuwa nashughulikia new deliveries," Jemo said apologetically, panting like he had been running.
"What do you know about the owner of that daycare near our garage?" Andy asked angrily, not even greeting him.
"Naskianga ye hudeal ni trafficker na ako connections na makarao," Jemo answered confidently, like he knew the...