Twisted Times: Son of Man (Twisted Times Trilogy Book 1) by Vincent de Paul

and then finding herself a victim of organized crime almost tore her apart. Over the years she had been threatened but she had given no damn. But this time round she felt that all hell was breaking loose.
    The editor-in-chief had warned her of such reporting especially when she did not have the cold hard facts. She always had them. She did not know where it had gone amok in her last reporting about the First Lady’s crime of passion connection with some reporter.
    It was true, but Carol had covered something totally different from what the other journalists reported about the slain journalist allegedly killed by his fiancée. The crime had tentacles all the way to the first family. Hell, the first family was in the middle of the imbroglio. Her source was from State House and a close friend of the President, and when it was out, the first family went berserk. They wanted to sue IMS. IMS apologized to the first family and the whole country for the mistake, promising that such a mistake would not be repeated again. She was supposed to lose her job with the IMS, but she was given another chance. She was now writing another big story and she was ready to stand her ground.
    Once upon a time, she lost a cousin to drugs when she was in college, and she vowed to do whatever it took to see that those who ruined other people’s loved ones’ lives through drugs were exposed and known to the world. The world would be their judge, jury, and executioner.
    Now, Carol thought, it was just weeks after it was all over in the news that some Kenyans had been sentenced to death in China for drug trafficking. Another story was to be in circulation telling Kenyans who the kingpins were, the ubiquitous Mexican drug lords making a kill in Kenya under the tutelage of the government.
    Her article went deeper to expose how unsuspecting citizens were paying for the drugs through Value Added Tax by purchasing products, unbeknownst to them, laced with the drugs right from the manufacturer; the untold story of how the drugs were being produced without anyone suspecting and how those involved were getting away with it. 
    She was in journalism trance when the call came.
    She punched the connect button and listened.
    “What?”
     

CHAPTER 42
     
     
    Job’s friends said he was drinking late, that they warned him about driving at that hour. He was barely to himself; maybe the case was taking a toll on him. Nonetheless, his records were clean, they were sure of that. The drug trafficking case was affecting him, stressing him. They suspected somebody was behind Job’s death because they did not want the truth to come out. They said they too had received death-threat notes warning them against involving themselves in the case, had been told to leave the courts to do their work. They were damn sure Job’s death was connected to the drug trafficking case in court.
    They said that it was such an untimely demise for their friend. Whoever the killer was ought to die, burn in hell, be brought to the book.
    However, they did not hesitate to ask the government to look into the increasing cases of insecurity in the country.
     
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    “It’s done,” Samson said. “We must get moving.”
    “But it’s already in the news. He must have realized he was being set up.”
    “Don’t worry about that. Everybody has a price tag.”
    “What do you suggest we do?”
    “We shall let them do their investigation, but be sure we shall come out of it clean as a weasel.”
    “Our names are all over the media…”
    “Does that worry you? They would actually apologize not only to us but also to the public for tarnishing our names. Patience pays, David.”
    There was long silence; time which somebody was thinking, weighing the odds.
    “I have some calls to make,” Samson said. “Would you please excuse me?” he reached for his home wireless phone and dialled a number his friend from the Imperial Media Services had given him.
    It rang five times before somebody on the