The air inside the truck had become so stuffy; Hunter tried to breathe in for as long as he could before exhaling and sucking in another polluted breath. Many of the people who had been...
Hunter rode shotgun as Canaday sped his car thought the streets of the city at night. An armed policeman sat in the back seat. They passed through neighbourhoods with which Hunter was familiar and then...
A little over thirty minutes later at a rundown jetty at the outskirts of Port Harcourt, Hunter alighted and waved Edward goodbye. “The gun?” Edward whispered. Hunter raised his hand to show he had no gun on...
The boat defied the poor visibility of the night, speeding up the creek at a rapid pace. The burly driver was obviously familiar with the route, and Hunter was impressed. When Biggie moved near the...
The fifteen minutes Hunter spent alone in the room after Chief Goodman’s exit seemed like eternity. He had closed the door behind him, locking Hunter inside, but at least he was kind enough to leave...
The scream rolled across the night, as acrid and toxic as the air the captives breathed. John Hunter, an investigative reporter always hungry for news, remained calm for the benefit of the young man who sat...