C29 TWENTY SEVEN
Lashe slid his phone into his pockets as he grabbed the wrapped box on his table before walking outside. He was clad in his usual disguise. Black pants and black pullovers, a black face cap and sun glasses.
Following his usual route, he boarded a taxi and headed for the park he and Ibukun had met before. Lashe swirled the wrapped small box in his hands slowly
