EBOOK SERIAL KILLER NINE

PROLOGUE

It was a cold dreary July night void of the perpetual traffic of commuters except for a few who were unfortunately still trying to get home.

A woman, with her goods piled carefully in a heap inside a big plastic bowl walked briskly with her mine year old son who trailed behind. She used a path that connected her street in Adoh-Ketu, Lagos Mainland area.

She had made the trip to her street more too often using this path especially when she was running late.

The night was one of such, the path though lonely and barely lighted, etched behind fenced buildings and uncompleted ones spiraled and morphed covering a mile or two before the first of three exits was seen.

With her mind busy ; a mixture of the day's business and accumulated fatigue from the days trade, there was little attention paid to the boy, it was certain any show of attention would only spring up a case of soothing his need for some snack or drink.

The path seemed to go on and on cold winds, and light came through the cracks and openings of the structures from both sides.

But it was. Safe to say, she navigated through thanks to familiarity of the path.

"mama, there is..."

"quiet, we will soon be home, her voice, a good mix. Of affection and caution that silenced the boy.

The increasing chatter from the opening ahead reassured her, she was now a few miles less of her home.

" what did I tell you, go ahead now, we will stop and get some beans cake for the night, won't you like that?" She asked satisfied that her revelation would make the boy happy, there was no secret that the boy adored beans cake to a fault. "didnt you hear what I said?" But she stopped quickly, something was amiss, she couldn't put her finger on it but for at that moment, it felt certain, she was all by herself.

She would not know until four days later but her son was now a victim of a series of well calculated and planned serial killings, set to shock the busy metropolis.