I kept ₦20M in my mom’s safe. Next morning she was gone with it—and I laughed because of what was inside

Because that feeling?

That first rush of we got away with it?

It makes people careless.

It makes them spend.

It makes them talk.

And most importantly…

It makes them traceable.

I picked up my phone again and opened Amara’s message.

Thanks for finally doing something for me.

I typed back slowly.

Enjoy it. You’ve earned it.

Then I hit send.

Scott let out a low whistle on the other end. “That’s cold.”

“No,” I said quietly. “That’s accurate.”

—

By noon, they were in transit.

By 3 p.m., the tracker pinged at a high-end boutique hotel on Victoria Island.

Of course.