Black River: Chapter 5

The old warehouse stood like a forgotten relic at the edge of Lagos, its walls covered in grime and rust, and the air thick with the stench of neglect. Detective Durojaiye sat in his car, staring at the dilapidated structure as shadows moved in the flickering streetlights. He checked his phone again—midnight, right on the dot. The message had said to come alone, and every instinct in his gut screamed that this was a trap. But Durojaiye didn’t care. He had come too far to back down now.

With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his gun and holstered it, stepping out of the car. The warehouse loomed ahead of him, the wind howling through its broken windows. He walked slowly, cautiously, each step echoing in the stillness. The only light came from a dim streetlamp outside, casting long, eerie shadows across the cracked pavement. His senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning every corner as he approached the entrance.

Inside, the warehouse was even darker, the faint glow from outside barely penetrating the thick gloom. Durojaiye flicked on his flashlight, the beam cutting through the shadows. Broken crates, rusted machinery, and scattered debris littered the floor. Every inch of the place screamed of forgotten deals and buried secrets.

"Hello?" Durojaiye called out, his voice bouncing off the steel beams. No answer.

He stepped deeper into the warehouse, moving toward the center, where a lone figure suddenly emerged from the darkness. The man’s silhouette was small, hunched, and nervous. As the figure stepped into the light, Durojaiye recognized him. It was Kasali, an informant he had worked with once before—a man who knew the city's underbelly better than most.

"You’re late," Kasali muttered, glancing around nervously. His hands shook as he pulled his tattered jacket tighter around him.

Durojaiye kept his gun close, his eyes never leaving Kasali. "You’re lucky I came at all. Now talk."

Kasali hesitated, shifting on his feet. "You know about Femi, right? That was just the start. They… they wanted to send a message to Olumide."

“Who’s they?” Durojaiye pressed, his patience thinning.

Kasali swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the warehouse as if expecting to be ambushed at any moment. “The Syndicate,” he whispered, almost reverently. “They’ve been running the show for decades, Detective. Not just the streets—the politicians, the banks, the markets. All of it.”

Durojaiye's stomach churned. He had heard whispers about this elusive group for years, but there was never enough evidence to prove their existence. The idea that they were real, pulling strings from the shadows, made his skin crawl.

“Femi’s death… why? What was he to them?” Durojaiye asked, stepping closer.

Kasali’s eyes flickered. "Femi… Femi found something he wasn’t supposed to. Something about Olumide’s empire, about the money moving through the city. And Taiwo…"

Durojaiye’s jaw clenched at the mention of the name. "Who the hell is Taiwo?"

Kasali chuckled nervously, his voice trembling. "You don’t know Taiwo? Olumide knows him. They have history—a bad one. Taiwo’s been waiting in the shadows for years, planning his revenge. Femi was just the beginning, Detective. Taiwo wants Olumide dead, and he’s going to tear down everything he’s built first."

Durojaiye felt the weight of the revelation settle on his shoulders. The scale of what he was up against had just shifted dramatically. This wasn’t just about taking down a crime lord anymore. This was about something much bigger, something that had its roots buried deep in the heart of Lagos.

“How do I find Taiwo?” Durojaiye demanded.

Kasali shook his head frantically. "You don’t find Taiwo. Taiwo finds you."

Before Durojaiye could ask more, a sudden noise echoed through the warehouse. Kasali’s eyes widened in terror, and without another word, he bolted, disappearing into the darkness. Durojaiye cursed under his breath, drawing his gun, but it was too late. Kasali was gone.

At the same time, across town, Olumide sat in his dimly lit office, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him. His office was quiet, but the tension inside him was anything but. A lot was on his mind, the raid on his warehouse by Durojaiye, the death of his best friend and more. His phone buzzed again—another message from Bode.

Got the footage. You need to see this.

The message was followed by a video clip. Olumide hesitated for a moment before pressing play. The grainy footage showed Jide, his trusted lieutenant, standing in the shadows of a darkened car park. His heart pounded as he watched the scene unfold. Jide handed over a package to a figure obscured by shadows. The camera’s angle was poor, but as Jide turned slightly, the figure came into view, just enough for Olumide to recognize him.

Taiwo.

Olumide’s blood ran cold. Jide—his most loyal enforcer—had betrayed him. His heart raced with a mixture of fury and disbelief. He rewound the footage, watching it again, hoping he was wrong. But no. There it was, clear as day. Jide had been working with Taiwo behind his back.

How long had this been going on? Was this the reason Femi had been killed?

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and with each revelation, Olumide’s fury grew. Taiwo was out there, dismantling his empire one piece at a time. And now, his closest ally was in on it.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the empty room. “Jide,” he growled under his breath, seething with rage. "You’re a dead man."

His phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Jide himself. The audacity of it made Olumide’s skin crawl.

Boss, we need to talk.

Olumide’s eyes narrowed. He had trusted Jide with everything—his secrets, his empire. And now, he was staring at the face of the man who had betrayed him.

Back in his car, Durojaiye gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind spinning. The Syndicate. Taiwo. Femi’s murder. This was bigger than anything he had ever imagined. And if he didn’t act fast, the city of Lagos would pay the price.

His phone buzzed on the dashboard—another anonymous message.

He’s closer than you think, Detective. The king’s empire is about to crumble.

Durojaiye’s jaw tightened. Whoever was behind this, they were playing a dangerous game, and he was right in the middle of it. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t backing down.