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"What is your predicament?" he repeated slowly I was getting pissed. My predicament is; I led my coworker and friend to an early grave, my fiancé if I dare call her that, was gallivanting around God knows where, doing God knows what. I had never even seen or held a gun all my life but in less than 48 hours I've somehow managed to stare down the barrel of a gun. I also endangered my family and anyone foolish enough to call me a friend and not too long ago I put an innocent woman, someone's grandmother in ICU. "What's your predicament?" Short legs asked again, spacing his words slowly as if each held a double meaning. My brain clicked suddenly; "I have delayed diagnosis" He nodded briefly. "Welcome. I'm Doctor Rasheed". ::::::::::::::::::::: Rex Obasi was just an average banker struggling to deal with his fiance dissapearing after eight years. In a crazed moment of greed, he steals valuable documents worth millions but there's something else in the mix; a piece of paper containing numbers - coordinates he doesn't understand. When the coordinates lead to a deadly human trafficking ring, operating under the guise of an N.G.O, Rex realizes he has stumbled on what is no doubt the most dangerous organized crime, operating since 1989. His life of deposit slips and checkbooks are turned upside down, now it's guns and bullets, knives and assassins. It's up to Rex to put an end to it, redeem his conscience, and just maybe he could get a second shot at love. But there's every possibility that a bullet is coming next.
Chapter 1
