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cleavage, and said ‘Hi, honey.’
    ‘Hi,’ he said. He sounded like he needed water.
    She smiled at him. His eyes moved between her breasts and her eyes. She waited for him to say something but he stared out his front window, at cars driving by, and he sank into his seat.
    ‘Where do you want to take me, honey?’ she said. She spat out the gum in her mouth and flicked her head to throw her braids back.
    ‘How much?’ he said.
    ‘Short time or long time?’
    ‘We will just go to my hotel.’
    ‘Do you want me to spend the night, honey?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘OK, honey, just give me ten thousand.’ She waited for him to haggle her down. A car slowed down by them. She stood up from the window and used her finger to draw back a strand of braid. The other car stopped parallel to the Corolla and she bent back into his window.
    ‘Let’s go,’ he said.
    She looked closely at him. The same men usually came to Sanusi Fafunwa Street but she had never seen him, or his car.
    ‘Where are we going, honey?’
    ‘Federal Palace Hotel.’
    ‘I hope you will be nice to me, honey.’
    He reached over and opened the door for her.
    ‘One second, honey.’ She placed her phone to her ear; she’d been holding it all the time. She took a few steps to the nose of the car and glanced at his plate number. She pretended to end the call she’d not been making and began typing a message before she got in next to him.
    ‘What is your name, honey?’ she said without looking up from her phone.
    ‘Bayo. Use your seat belt.’
    ‘What do you do, Bayo?’
    ‘Why do you want to know?’
    ‘I’m just asking, honey.’
    ‘I’m a banker.’
    ‘Which bank is that?’
    ‘Why do you want to know?’
    She finished composing her text message and sent it off. She dropped her phone on her lap, placed her palm on his thigh, and began stroking, letting her fingers touch his crotch to check if he was hard. Normally she wouldn’t go with someone she didn’t recognise without telling one of her friends and letting the man know that the friend had seen his face, seen the car he drove, and seen the licence plate number. But the young man looked too nervous to be dangerous. She decided right then to take advantage of him, but she still had to check.
    He kept his eyes on the road as she worked on his zipper. As soon as she felt him getting hard, she removed her hand and checked if her text had been received.

    Amaka’s phone vibrated in her handbag. Like a mother programmed to her child’s cry, she could hear the phone vibrating in another room. It was one of three mobiles she always carried with her. One was her personal line, as she called it. The second one had a new pay-as-you go SIM card in it – she always had new SIM cards in her bag. A few hundred girls had the number to the third phone; none of them had met her or knew her name. It was this phone that had received a new message.
    The text was from a contact that showed up as KEVWE. She looked up and saw Chief Ojo watching her. She blinked at him and continued. The message read ‘Evening ma. Young man at Sanusi Fafunwa. He said he is a banker. He is driving a black Toyota with number LA333KKJ. His name is Bayo. Going to Federal Palace. Thank you ma.’
    She looked back up from her phone and caught him looking down her shirt. She smiled and he looked away at somethingon the ceiling. ‘Work,’ she said. ‘Give me a minute.’
    She got out a notebook from her handbag and switched it on. She had left it on hibernate – a trick her friend, Gabriel, taught her, so that the computer booted up faster.
    Her fingers dashed around the keyboard, keying in her long password. An Excel spreadsheet filled the screen. She selected the ‘Find’ option and typed in the licence number from the text message. The number appeared several lines down. She clicked on the row to highlight it and read across. She was interested in the last column where the entry read SAFE.

    In the car, Kevwe looked down at her