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...
Hunter had no idea how long he had been asleep or how he had managed to drift off. At some point, his exhaustion must have somehow conquered his discomfort – until his slumber was invaded...
John Hunter’s life in the swamps had worsened progressively since it started at an oil spill site. For this assignment, Hunter had learned about the effects of oil spills through research and the reports of...
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...