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
‘He’s gone,’ I shouted. ‘The guard is gone.’Eric turned to the door, a look of alarm on his face. He pushed Maria away, yanked the flashlight from my hand and dashed out of the door. Half of the room turned dark suddenly, and Maria ran toward me. Eric’s footsteps slapped the floor in the hall in rapid succession and then the sound grew faint until it was gone completely.Darkness covered the room.‘Paul,’ Maria whispered, and I felt her hand circling my arms.‘Don’t be afraid,’ I whispered.Mr. Potter soft laugh swarmed through the darkness to meet us. Maria’s gripped on my hand grew tighter. ‘The purpose has been achieved,’ he crooned from where he sat. ‘The purpose has been achieved.’‘What are you talking about?’ I asked into the darkness. ‘What purpose?’‘To let the old man go,’ he said. ‘Why do you want to keep him? He is old and innocent.’He struggled up and walked toward us. Maria gasped and tightened her grip.‘But you wanted him to go too, didn’t you?’ he said. ‘Both of yo
I held the handle of the door and twisted downward. It creaked but stood its ground.'How do we get out?' Maria asked. 'Let's find another way,' Eric said, and he turned and walked back to the hall. We followed him. He stopped in the middle of the hall and pointed the flashlight around the hall, moving from the right side of the hall to the left. The flashlight stopped in the direction of a window close to the end of a row of windows. 'Let's try it,' Eric said and toward it. We reached the window and Eric swiped the cobwebs away from the pane and lifted the hook. He rammed his right palm on the iron frame in the middle of the window. The window creaked and moved backward. Eric pushed it and the window swung opened. Fresh air rushed in, followed by a swarm of black insects. 'Wasps!' Eric screamed. 'Move back!'We ran back many paces from the window. The wasps flew around the window, their shadows multiplying their actual sizes and numbers, and soon the last one flew out of the win
The car hiring service called Eric twice before we got to Lagos and Eric promised to return the car the next day. They threatened to speak to the police, but Eric agreed to pay the extras and begged them to do that if he doesn’t show up by eight the next morning.We got to the house and took Mr. Potter into the room without a snoopy nose catching us doing it.‘What a day!’ I muttered, sitting down. ‘Wonder what happened to the old guard.’Maria sat on the settee. ‘He probably went to the police station instead of going to call the villagers. Maybe that’s why he took so long.’Eric sat beside me and pulled off his shoes. The staled air in the room grew staler.‘Could you please take them outside?’ Maria asked, looking at the shoes. ‘The air in the room is dead as it is.’ I looked at Eric, holding my breath.‘When I am in your house,’ Eric said, his voice low and icy. ‘You can tell me what to do with my shoes. But for now, enjoy the smell or sleep outside.’‘Suit yourself,’ Maria said
I stared at Mr. Potter’s face. It stared back at me without blinking, the way still pictures stare back at one. The newscaster’s voice came on then and it said Mr. Templar Potter was last seen leaving the airport with two young men whose identity the police are still trying to ascertain. The police are requesting the general public to give it any information that may lead to finding Mr. Potter. Then the newscaster’s voice paused, and Mr. Potter’s face went off the screen.Eric pointed the remote at the TV and the newscaster’s face disappeared. ‘Man!’ he said, sitting upright on the settee. ’Now we know for sure the police are after us.’‘Erico,’ Maria said. ‘Let’s dump him somewhere this night and forget about everything. If the police find us, we are going to prison.’I tried to speak, but my mouth had gone dry. My head reeled and my palms had sweat on them. Everything was different now; like the difference between looking at a lion behind a cage and suddenly finding oneself inside
Eric climbed the Third Mainland Bridge, speeding to Ojota in the Toyota we rented. I looked at my phone: 6:05 am. Many cars lined up the other side of the road and they moved in the heavy traffic, heading to the island. We got to the end of the bridge about the time the sun stopped yawning and started the day's work. Eric had convinced Maria to stay back in the house, but she didn't need much persuasion from the unease I saw on her face. She was ready to go back to Warri and I didn't blame her since I was ready to leave Lagos too. The fact that Mr. Potter was under the police search light now had changed everything. Everything seemed real now. Only Eric seemed unmoved and galvanized to take more actions to bring our dream to reality.I turned and looked at the back seat. Mr. Potter lay like a pack of pillows, sleeping. Eric had donned cap on his head, hiding his hair and most of his face—a caution in case he suddenly seats up. He slept on, motionless, except for the rising and fallin