They both disposed of the most recent victim, a poet named Femi, so efficiently that nobody in his family or with the police know his whereabouts. (Three, so far.) She hasn’t been caught yet because Korede cleans up after her. There’s one secret in particular that pours out of Korede like scalding liquid: Her flamboyantly beautiful younger sister, Ayoola, has this habit of killing the men she dates. She feels such a connection with her patients that she finds herself taking a coma victim named Muhtar into her confidence. Introverted, sensitive Korede is a nurse, a very good one from what we see of her at work. From the hospital rooms and living spaces of Lagos, Nigeria, comes a dryly funny and wickedly crafty exercise in psychological suspense.
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