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
'I have to take the car back,' Eric said, getting up from the chair he had been sitting on for the past ten minutes. 'I don't want another police case. If the car rental people don't see me this morning, they might make a report.''Okay,' I said, looking over at Mr. Potter's lying on the settee. 'How will you pay the extra charges?'Eric shrugged. 'I will speak with Maria. That witch has money but not even the devil can convince her to lend it to me again.' He looked upward toward the staircase. 'And that one said he doesn't have money, but I know his lying. I will deal with him when we lay our hands on the ransom.''So, what will you do?' I asked again. 'I will think of something,' he said, heading for the door. 'Tell Tolu I am off.''Okay.' Eric paused. 'We will contact Mr. Potter's wife once I get back. There is no time for bullshit anymore. The earlier we get the money, the safer for us to leave this country.''Okay,' I said again and closed the door behind him. I went back to t
Mrs. Joan Potter replied Eric's email that evening. It read: Acknowledged. Take a picture of him and send to ensure you have him. How much? No police will be involved. Waiting for your reply. Mrs. J. Potter. I read the email three times before handing it over to Tolu.I turned to Eric. 'What did you write to her?'He smiled. 'That we have her husband and that she should not contact the police if she doesn't want him dead. I told her to prepare to send money via the mail. That was it. I am surprised she replied so quickly.''She is too business-like,' I said. 'There is no begging, no pleas to keep him alive. She is either glad to have him in our hands or she is a stoic.' 'She is not a good wife,' Tolu said. 'No wonder their marriage is falling apart.'Eric tapped Tolu on the back. 'That's their problem. I hope she is still good enough to pay for her husband's release; that's all that matters.' He turned around. 'Where is Mr. Potter?' 'He is in the bathroom,' I said. 'He just woke up
'How are you, Old Chap?' Mr. Potter said when he came out of the toilet.Eric glared at him. 'Don't call me that; I am not one of your slaves.' Mr. Potter laughed heartily and sat on the settee. He wore the same clothes, but his pink skin was as clean as any pink skin could be after a bath. His hair had fallen back to his skull, lying like tiny strings of spaghetti falling over the sides of a pot. His eyes still looked sleepy despite the many hours of sleep he had had. Eric stood in front of him with Tolu's phone in his hand. 'Sit still; I want to take a picture of you.''So, you have a reply?' Mr. Potter said. 'What did she say? Did she agree to pay the ransom?'Eric clicked the phone a couple of times.'Two more shots and we will be done,' he said and pressed the phone.The flash brightened the room. He did it again, straightened up and lifted the phone to his face, looking through the pictures. 'This will do,' he said. 'She should recognize you even with your hair sleeping on you
I found Tolu sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. He did not raise his head to look at me when I opened the door, but he was staring at the opposite wall. I surveyed the room; the bed sheet lay inside out and half of it covered the floor. The rest would have joined this part if not because Tolu sat on it. The Chelsea T-shirt he wore the other day hung on bed's frame.'We need to talk,' I said and sat beside him. 'Let's get Mr. Potter out of here before Eric comes back. He sees us as his enemies and it's clear he will stop at nothing until he gets that ransom.'I paused for a response; Tolu stared at the wall.'I have an idea,' I said after about thirty seconds.He turned and looked at me. 'Okay?''Let's go to the police,' I said. Tolu's mouth dropped opened. 'Listen,' I said quickly. 'We can tell them all that happened and hand Mr. Potter over. Our hands will be clean and we will be free and they will take over from there.'Tolu's eyes widened with every word that came out of