Chapter26:Everyone on the hit

“Yes, Auntie Uju isn’t it too early,” she murmured.          “We need to talk,” she whispered, peeping at Ferguson, who was in bed.           They went to the backyard. “Is that white man not wanted by the police? I thought you came back with a woman. I was scared when I saw him smoking by my window this morning.”           She breathed hard. “A long story that must be told, auntie.”           Auntie Uju gave him a stool and sat on one. Opula sat down, staring at the ground. “You left for California five years ago and came back with a wanted man? What’s happening, my daughter?” She had missed her. It was in her voice. Auntie Uju was her parents now.          I am sorry Ferguson. I am sorry I got to hand you over to the police. Ten million dollars and hundred million dollars is no joke. Your time is up, she thought. She looked this way and that way. “He is a criminal. I brought him down here because he would be of use to us. In our possession is software worth hundred million dollars wh