The Oracle (Fargo Adventures 11)

“I have”—his voice came out as a rasp—“a lot of boys. In and out. Who can keep track?”

“A boy named Nash.”

“Thief.”

“Where did he come from?”

“I don’t know. A man who brought him and the others, just dumped them on the street.”

Sam reached over and picked up the fallen chair leg. “Let me jog your memory a little.”

“No, I swear.”

Sam took a step forward.

“Wait. There is someone. I just remembered. Chuk. One of the boys who arrived with Nash is from the same village.”

“Call him.”

“Chuk,” he shouted, never taking his eyes off Sam. “Get in here.”

A moment later, the same boy Sam had seen earlier walked into the room, his eyes widening at the sight of the oldest Kalu brother sitting in the chair, his face injured.

“Tell him,” Kambili ordered.

“Tell him what?” the boy asked, looking at Sam.

“Nash,” Sam said. “Do you know him?”

He nodded.

“Where’s he from?”

Chuk’s gaze flicked from Sam to Kambili, then back. “He lived with his uncle on a farm.”

“Wher

e?”

He shrugged. “Near Maiha.”

Kambili gave a sharp tilt of his head and the boy ran off. “There. You got what you came for.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Sam said, backing toward the door.

“You ever show up in Jalingo again, I’ll kill you. My brothers will kill you.”

“Not likely.” Sam emptied the rounds from the man’s pistol, shoving them into his pocket along with the empty gun. “Is this a good time to offer condolences? Wait. You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“Your brothers are dead. If you’re wondering, it wasn’t me.”

Kambili stared, shocked. “Who?” he asked.

“Good question. You know a guy with a big scar running down his face? Drives a white pickup?”

Several seconds ticked by as Kambili just stared. “You lie. Why would Makao kill my brothers?”