Shadows in the Savannah

his eyes scanning every photo, every clue, and every victim's face as if sheer willpower could unravel the Ribbon

ile shut. "We're

ed, rubbing his temples. "He's playing u

. "We found the attic

He wanted us to find that place. He's e

nge. He picked it up, the screen glowing with an unkn

ola," Ayo said,

ve," the Ribbon Reaper's voice is drawled, smoo

our games won't last fo

e it interesting. I've left you another gift. Third floor of t

ne wen

repeated, grabbing h

g giant silhouetted by flickering streetlights. Ayo

e muttered, glancing a

t cutting through the dar

d before them, littered with debris. The silence was o

d, nodding toward a st

ing ominously. Reaching the third f

ed. "God, wh

rce: a man slumped in a chair in the center of the

er her breath. "

hecked every corner while Ayo examined the man. He was middle-aged, his f

olding it to reveal a single

r head. "No sign of him. B

s close. Let's secure th

, identified as Tunde Ajayi, had been dead for less than two hours. Cause of deat

nker. Fired six months ago for embezzlement

e's sending us a messa

asked. "'He deserved it. Do y

n me, but I don't know why. We need to dig deeper

per's voice playing in his mind. "Do you deserve it?" His

voice drawled. "Did you en

said, his voice steady.

You're exactly where I want y

Ayo snapped. "Wh

one cold. "For those who deserve it.

ocating silence. The trap was tightening, a

s team. The conference room buzzed with activity as

on the screen. "The murder sites form a rough circl

nter?" Ayo asked,

id. "It's the old General Ho

s notorious for its eerie reputation,

we're not waiting for his next move. Bimpe, get a t

en windows and peeling walls whispering of forgotten horrors. Ayo and hi

"He's been ahead of us ever

littered with debris. The team moved in pairs,

e's voice came through. "

he west wing. The corridors seemed to stretch e

ing ahead. A faint light flic

eapons drawn. The light led them to a small room, its walls covered in newspaper

His eyes fell on a recorder placed on the chair. He pre

getting warmer. But are yo

ed off, leaving th

egroup," Tunde sai

t a killer, he was orchestrating something far more s