CHAPTER NINE

The detective released Kelvin and for what seemed like forever, she finally stood up from her office chair and left the room; the cold dark room of interrogation. An armed police officer stood in front of the door, guarding and protecting her. His shoulders stretched out and back as he stood in sovereign devotion to his country and work. He was decorated with patches of light green and a darker green; the Nigerian Army color and a black boot. He was armed in a school filled with unarmed students. The gun alone sent chills to every student clustered at the Principal's reception hall, like he would fire it at anyone, at anytime.