The Meeting.

Sympathisers had gathered at the scene of the accident and started frantic and feeble rescue works before the arrival of the Police and other emergency rescue teams.
The driver of the long vehicle was too stunned to flee. He stood rooted to the spot as he beheld the gravity of what the container he was carrying had done. Noone had his time, he could have fled if his mind had told him so. He was later taken to the hospital where he was treated for shock and then into Police custody for questioning and possible prosecution.

By the time the container was moved from its place on top of the Camry, life has been snuffed out of the four occupants of the vehicle. The sympathisers have been hoping for a sort of miracle but their hopes were rudely dashed. Dejo's head was crushed while Funmi sprawled lifelessly on her seat with her seat crushing the legs of Bayo who was covered in blood and could be hardly distinguishable from the also fairly crushed Tola who had been cut in several places by ragged pieces of the car's metal components. Pieces of shattered glass could be picked from all the four bodies as all had been cut in many places by them.
The bodies were taken to a nearby private hospital and later the morgue at the Olabisi Onabanjo University Teaching Hospital in Sagamu.
The wreck of the car was taken to a nearby Police station and was searched to aid the identification and contact of the occupants of the ill fated car. The Constable assigned to do that found Dejo's wallet containing several business cards and wads of Naira and Dollar currencies. He was tempted to pocket some Dollar notes before entering the contents in the Police inventory book.
''This man get money o! But the money no go useful for am again now,'' he thought to himself.
''If I take small dem no go know jare'' he concluded, ready to slip some into his pocket.
As he was about ppcketing the notes, a superior officer who had been watching him all along without his knowledge suddenly barked.
''If you remove anything from that purse eh, na that kind death you go die. You foolish thing!''
The Constable did not want to die such a hot death, so he changed his mind, though reluctantly, and faced his business.

They also found his mobile phone, but it had been badly crushed that it was difficult to decipher its make or model. The children's snacks, bags, food items, and other junks were also unearthed from the wreck. As they were about giving up the search, the Inspector in charge decided to take a last look around and he checked under the front seat where Funmi had sat.
He found Funmi's new Nokia C1 phone, nothing happened to it!
''Now,'' thought the Inspector, ''is the time to give somebody a bad news.''
He scrolled through her contacts and found a lot of numbers. Some were not clear in relationship, some were business partners, her stylist, her tailor, while others were ambiguous.
But a number stood out and the name above it said 'My Brother in law'. Inspector Kolawole checked her account balance and discovered that there was more than enough airtime, so he decided to use her phone. He breathed in and out and set about calling the numbers.
''This is another part of job I hate doing, but sha, the show must go on.'' He said to himself as he pressed the 'send/call' button on Funmi Akinola's phone.