Chapter 72 Something that belongs to us.

In the next hour, they were there, at the port that serves as the headquarters of the Trinity house. A den of drug dealers and arms dealers who pose as legit business men. Jacob matched the brake pad and brought the car to a stop. He turned off the engine, and like mere visitors, they alighted from the vehicle only to be approached by a dozen fellows pretending to have fishes for sale. “Ma’am, I give good rates, my fishes are big ones.” Said the fat one amongst them. “Come on, ma’am, don’t mind the fat fellow, I got best consignment for you and you sister.” Came a second man, and like that, the noise continued until they got to the entrance of the port. “I believe none of you have any gadgets in your pockets.” Said Jacob. “Those are big time pickpockets who would draw you to the far end of the sea and put a knife in your throat if you resist them.” Mariama smiled. She had not even a hand bag, and her cloth was only but a black gown without pockets. Nancy in the other hand had a l