This story came to me in a dream. I shit you not. I was the man racing the car. I woke up and wrote it down before it could leave. Make of that what you will---I'm still making of it what I will.

Everything here is fiction. Every character, family, contract, and catastrophe is invented. Any resemblance to real people---living, dead, or currently avoiding my calls---is a coincidence.

© 2026 Jesse Chinedu. All rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, adapt, or translate this book anywhere without my permission. It's the only land I own.

Now---Lagos is waiting.

Try to keep up