Chapter 22

Jonathan Okoye leaned back in his creaky office chair, the title of Inspector General of Police for Macaulay Estate weighing heavily on his shoulders. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desk strewn with case files, coffee-stained mugs, and a blinking computer monitor. He was listening to a recorded confession, a tinny voice crackling through his earbuds, delivered by a young woman desperate to free her brother from jail. The accusation: stealing a substantial sum from the estate’s coffers. The evidence: compelling, but Jonathan’s interest waned. His job demanded he care, but his heart wasn’t in it today.