My phone shrieked at about four that evening and forced me out of sleep. I woke up with a headache that was twice what I felt the previous day after the accident. I groped around for the phone, with each movement sending waves of pain in my head. ‘Turn that thing off,’ Maria cried from the settee. She turned her body and faced the inner part of the settee. Her huge buttocks faced me, and I quickly minded my business and took my eyes away. I found the phone hiding under the edge of the mattress and looked at the screen, wondering and hating who was calling. It was my mom.I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of ten bags of cement on my chest. I didn’t want to talk to anyone—anyone except Talatu. ‘Hello, mom,’ I said into the phone. ‘Paul,’ she yelled. I heard the anxiety in her voice and knew the conversation will be difficult. ‘What happened to you? I have been calling since yesterday. What happened to your phone? Are you having issue with the battery again?’‘No, mom
'What do you mean?' I asked.Eric sprang up from the bed and walked to me, stretching out his hand. I did not stretch mine, but he grabbed my arm and shook my hand with vigor. 'Dracula wants to partner with us,' he said, still shaking my hand. 'He wants us to come over tonight and take back the target and to take over the operation. I think they don't know how to get the money out of him.' He turned and looked at Maria, his happiness contagious. 'We are back in business, man! We are back. Hope is restored.'We stared at him as if he wore a kilt for a trouser. 'Why are they giving him back?' Maria asked at last. 'It's a trick! A trick to woo us into another trap.'The smile on Eric's face ran away. 'It's not a trick. I think they are not able to get the money from him. Dracula did not say what the problem is, but I think they have hit a rock and are not able to collect the money from Mr. Potter's relatives. That's why they want to partner with us.''I don't believe it,' Maria said, s
We jumped into the ash-colored Prado jeep Tolu brought and he raced the car toward highway. Eric sat in front with him, and Maria and I sat in the back. Tolu followed sped out of Alpha Beach and took the roundabout, headed to Ikoyi.'I thought we are taking the Ekpe road?' Eric asked. 'That's faster; there is no traffic on the way.''I don't know the road well,' Tolu said, his eyes fixed on the road. I saw the speedometer shooting toward the hundred kilometer mark before he finished speaking. 'The traffic is light from here to Ikoyi. Once we cross the Third Mainland, the road will be free.'Eric nodded. 'I hope you are right. I don't want them to change their minds.' 'We will make it,' Tolu said.We got to the Third Mainland Bridge within fifteen minutes. We followed the traffic on the bridge toward the mainland and in about half an hour we got out of Lagos and sped toward Ibadan. We reached the police check point and, without hesitation, they waved us through. Tolu stepped on the ac
Eric turned to Dracula. ‘We had a deal; you said we are now partners.’Dracula said nothing. He dangled the pistol in his hand, tapping it against his short thigh, regarding Eric and the rest of us. Then he laughed and thank God his laughter did not come out in stammers.‘We...we...are partners. The...the...the white man is yours. He…is not…not…not well! Sleeps like…like a b…b…bat!’ He took a step forward and pointed the gun at Eric’s temple. ‘Get...get the ran...ran...som in three...three days. No...ex...ex...excuses.’‘Okay,’ Eric said. He stared at Eric for another moment and then he brought the gun down. He turned to Joseph. ‘Ta..ta..take over,’ he said. He walked to the jeep and sat inside. Joseph raised his gun upward. ‘Listen carefully. We are taking half of the ransom, and you will call us as soon as it’s ready; and that would be in three days’ time.’ He spat. ‘Like the boss said, no excuses.’ He turned to Eric. ‘Go to the same cocoa factory. You will find the white man in
Tolu dropped us at Alpha Beach at 11:40 PM and zoomed back home. He called twenty minutes later.‘Have you gotten home?’ I asked.‘Yes,’ Tolu said. But his voice was wrong.‘What happened?’ I asked. ‘What’s going on?’Tolu sniffed. ‘My uncle called me. He had called the security man earlier.’ More sniffs. ‘He told me to pack my bag...’Eric and Maria had stopped what they were doing and now turned their eyes on me. Eric held the remote control and Maria held a nail file in midair over her left hand. Tolu sniffed again. ‘He said I should leave the house before he returns.’ I opened my mouth, but no word came. There was another sniff at Tolu’s end. ‘He is coming back next week. I have less than a week to move out. Where will I go?’I sighed. ‘Take it easy, Tolu. Everything will work out well.’He sniffed again. ‘Tell Eric what happened. I am going to bed; good night.’‘Tolu, wait—‘He rang off.‘Did his uncle find out?’ Eric asked.‘Yes, he wants Tolu to pack out before he returns. Tolu
It turned out we needed Maria's twenty thousand naira, and it took close to an hour before I could convince her to let it go. I had to swear on my father's grave that I will pay her back with the first ransom we receive. We paid ten thousand naira for a full day's use and made a deposit of another ten. The hiring company took down the details of Maria's international passport since none of us had a driver's license. The 2004 Toyota Corolla we got was in good condition—the AC worked. Maria signed to return it by eight that evening, or we will pay extra charges by the hour. We left Lagos some minutes to four that evening, heading for the factory. I drove while Eric sat beside me, and Maria sat at the back, her eyes glued to the phone. We got to the junction to the cocoa factory by ten minutes to five. I stopped the car and we waited for the sun to go to sleep, and after an hour it did. I started the car and turned into the road leading to the factory. No other car was in sight, and we
'Hey,' Eric cried. 'Stay where you—'They hit the floor with a loud smack. Eric cried out again, more out of surprise than fear, and the flashlight sprawled away from his hand. It rolled and faced the opposite wall. 'Get up from me,' Eric cried. 'Get up or I will shoot you.'Mr. Potter's hands reached Eric's neck and he pressed them downward. Eric punched upward and his legs shoot in different directions, aiming and missing Mr. Potter's middle. 'Get off me,' Eric cried. 'Paul—'I woke up. I grabbed Mr. Potter's chest and shoulders and yanked him backward. He shifted a little and drew me downward; his hands found Eric's neck again and they clamped on it like a neck brace. 'He is chocking me,' Eric muttered. 'Get him off.'I wrapped my hands around Mr. Potter's chest again and jerked him. He pulled Eric with him, with his hands still on the neck. Eric grunted and his eyes grew wider, and they rolled about like white balls rolling about in a black bowl.I pulled again, and I felt Mari
'Quiet!' Eric whispered. 'Keep quiet, Mr. Potter!' Mr. Potter stopped laughing. My heart rammed at my chest so loud I was afraid the guard could hear it from where he stood. 'Eric, where are—?' Maria whispered.'Keep quiet,' Eric whispered back. 'Keep quiet.''Is anyone in here?' the voice called out again, much closer to the door now. We could hear the footsteps now—hesitant, but nearer.The door to the room creaked and closed home. I couldn't see who closed it but my guess was Eric. I tiptoed toward the door and I heard the steps outside the door drawing closer to our door. I saw the beam of light coming from under the door; he was close. Mr. Potter giggled.'Be quiet,' Eric snarled at him. 'Be quiet or I will cut your tongue out.'The steps outside came one at time now, cautious and silent, as if the person sensed our presence. He took two more steps and stopped in front of our door. I felt a grip on my arm at that moment and I jumped, startled. 'It's me,' Eric whispered. 'Be