Bridge of Lies (Vol. 2)

Lagos wears its sins like perfume—thick, heavy, impossible to wash off.
It lingers in the humid air, between the roar of danfos and the hum of neon lights reflecting off rain-slick streets.
Every corner whispers betrayal. Every shadow promises death.

Chief Superintendent Ekama Pepple has spent years wading through that darkness—dragging kidnappers from safe houses, breaking syndicates piece by piece, and bleeding for a city that rewards her with nothing but scars. Yet beneath the grit and the gunpowder, she found something she never expected. Love. A reason to breathe beyond the badge.

But Lagos is not a city that allows happiness. Not for long.

On a Sunday morning, in a church bathed in stained glass and soft hymns, the streets sent their sermon.
Twenty armed men. Blood on the pews. The laughter of a child silenced.
By the time the echoes of gunfire faded, Ekama was no longer a cop, no longer a saviour of headlines.
She was something else. Something sharpened. Something built for war.