“We’re not here to set Solomon free,” she pleaded loudly from behind Aman. “There is no way Solomon will ever be released.”
Two men emerged from the corn, the glint in their eyes reflecting off the panga knives they carried in opposite hands.
Maya hurried, “We thought, we thought it was just an ordinary murder, a mix-up with the files . . . a life sentence not . . .”
Prince then stepped in front of the van. “Eesh!”
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