The next day at 2 PM, Atsu arrived—greasy hair, knockoff Gucci shades, and a HP laptop with a cracked hinge. He sat at a plastic table outside a chop bar, ordered a Coke, and waited for “Aunty Mercy.”
The link led to a fake login page. By the time he realized it, his page——was gone. Not deleted. Hijacked.
“Did you try the Facebook help center?” Nii asked.
Atsu froze. He reached for his laptop, but Badu’s massive, calloused hand clamped over it.