The night had already swallowed Lagos when the police van screeched to a halt in front of the upscale hotel on the island. Neon lights flickered against the wet pavement, reflecting the tension that hung thick in the air. Inside the hotel corridor, guests peeked from half-opened doors, drawn by the sound of boots, radios crackling, and angry voices. Something was happening, and everyone could feel it.
The night had already swallowed Lagos when the police van screeched to a halt in front of the upscale hotel…