Landed at Muritala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos, Nigeria after he was deported from the United States, Danny Adeyinka, a privileged military brat, had been an undocumented immigrant living a riotous life in the underworld. Arrested by the FBI and the U.S. Secret Service, Danny is caught between the political ambition of John Rosenberg, the U.S. Attorney for the southern district of Maryland, and the notorious Baltimore-based "B-more Boys" gang. In a race to save his life, Danny must rely on his faith and go on the offensive to eliminate the threats leading to the governor’s mansion in Annapolis. He must find the designated assassin before it’s too late.
Victor Fakunle enjoys writing Christian crime fiction. He continues to entertain his readers with page turning thrillers, fusing western and African influence. He is the founder and president of Human Rights Foundation (HRF) Nigeria. He has over sixteen years experience working within the Nigerian criminal justice system. Victor previously worked at the International Criminal Court, The Hague, Netherlands. The alumnus of Webster University, St Louis, Missouri.
Danny struggled to get his father's approval a decade ago. Arriving back home, he still felt like a foreigner in his own homeland. He left home as a teenager and arrived as a man with battle scars.
Like an eagle, he is determined to be a victor, especially now that he has tasted redemption.
The Prodigal Renegade
JUST BEFORE NOON, HE ARRIVED at Muritala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos. Danny was once again in his homeland, after a ten-year hiatus to the United States. The buildings at the airport were just how Danny remembered them when he was young. Nothing much has changed. The row of houses with rusty water tanks in various colors on roof tops could still be seen a few yards away from the airport. Nostalgia overwhelmed him. As the plane taxied, he glared at the window notwithstanding the ache he felt from the handcuffs connected to his leg chains, since his departure from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania ten hours ago.
Everyone was eager to get off the plane. They stood and lined up, a learned behavior for men who had been incarcerated for years within a limited space, beckoning to get the next instruction from their task masters. Danny could not wait. He wondered what his dad would look like. Had he gained weight after all these years and how would he be received by the General? He needed some fresh air.
Danny could hear metal chains and handcuffs pilling up on the floor closer to the cockpit. The U.S. Marshal was a gray-haired white gentleman making sure all deportees exited the plane in a humane and presentable manner, paying respect to the family members waiting at the reception.