Mary screeched her car into the compound and hastily alighted from it and made into her sitting room only to meet Tony and his two bullies sharing a bottle of whisky and pack of cigar from her bar. It was by chance that she didn’t mistake her sitting room for a night club. She pinned at the door, combed around the sitting room with her suspicious stare, to ascertain if more of his boys were perched at some corners of the sitting room.

She breathed hard and stared at Tony and his two ...