Rino lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it were going to provide answers to his worry. The glow from his Samsung lying beside him was the only light in the room now.
Everyone had signed out of the call already, but he remained online for a while, swimming in reflection.
And then, the thought crept into his mind.
Amaka.
He remembered the business card she had handed the other day. It spoke more than enough for someone like Amaka, the cold call.
He didn't expect her to have an acquisition as the one he had seen in the card, but well, like he had expected, she might be introvertive... but, he wanted to be sure she was not innocent.
She owned estates. Not managed—owned.
And to the much Rino knew about estate owners, they most of the time soil their hands in order to acquire a certain property.
Soiling their hands doesn't necessarily mean they have to be involved in the eradication of someone's life. Amaka was a girl, so, she could have soiled her hands.
