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
I dragged Mr. Potter backward and we staggered to the middle of the sitting room. Eric followed us into the house. Sweat dripped down my armpits and Mr. Potter's pink skin felt damped in my hands. 'Tolu, pull him up,' I shouted. 'He'll fall.'But Tolu eyes were on Dracula and Joseph, and he couldn't move. I staggered with Mr. Potter toward the closest chair. 'Blimey,' Mr. Potter said all of a sudden, and held the chair.'Sit!' I said, panting.'I'm alright,' he said, 'Let me go; I can sit by myself.''Nice...nice...house,' Dracula said, his eyes moving round the walls. He strutted around the room, walking like he owned the house. 'The...the…owner must be…must be…rich.'Nobody doubted or agreed with his statement. He walked on, stopping to look at frames and other memorabilia pasted on the wall. Eric and Joseph watched me with unfriendly eyes.'How did you get in?' Tolu asked at last. He stood close to the corridor leading to the kitchen.Joseph laughed. 'Oh, you will be surprised ho
We got to Ajah around 8 P.M. that night. Dracula asked Bayo to stop a few meters from Ajah market. ‘Buy...buy...fri...fried yam and...and...akara,’ Dracula said, handing a one-thousand-naira bill to the back. Joseph snatched it out of his hands. ‘Buy...buy...for...for all!’‘Okay, boss,’ Joseph said and got out of the jeep. He disappeared into the crowd and soon returned with a black polythene bag in his hand. The smell of bean cakes ran through the car the moment he came in. Bayo started the jeep and we moved on. Tolu missed the way to the building twice before he eventually found the road to the street. The building was the only house at the end of the street, but it was fenced and secured with a gate. Bayo stopped the jeep in front of the gate and Joseph the Brute jumped out, brandishing his pistol around as if another gang waited in the surrounding bush. Tolu came down and unlocked the gate and Bayo drove us through the gate. He parked in the middle of the compound.The headligh