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
The sound of the jeep brought me out of the short sleep in the early hours of the morning. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, cold and confused, not knowing where I was. Mr. Potter slept beside me noiselessly like a bag of potato. I looked around and found Tolu standing by the window.I got up and walked to the window. 'What's going on?'He turned. 'I don't know,' he said, his eyes going back to the window. 'But they are up to something. Eric and Dracula came out of the jeep and went outside the compound. I think something is up.''What about Joseph?' I asked, rubbing my eyes. They stung as if pepper got into them. 'Did he go out with them?''He went out first but returned immediately. He held his gun and walked around looking agitated. Maybe someone is coming this way or something.''Nobody came into the gate since then?''No one. Eric and Dracula are still outside. I am sure Joseph is keeping an eye on—'The sound of a car came to the room and several seconds later we heard it st
'Who is Paul?' The inspector asked, with the black eyes still on me.'I am Paul,' I said. I didn't recognize my voice; it was low and frightened, and I felt shame for revealing my fear to him. The inspector stood in front of me. I smelled beer in his breath, and I wondered if it was from a hangover. He stared at me for a couple of seconds longer and I shifted my eyes to his middle again, seeing the pistol tied to the side of his hip.'So, you are Paul?' he asked, and licked his lips. 'I heard you are stubborn. But as a policeman it is my job to deal with hardened, stubborn criminals and believe me, after eighteen years in the force I know how to do that. It's what I do every day; I deal with criminals, and I love the job. In fact, I was born for this job.' He paused and I imagined it was to allow his words to have the proper effect on me.'You don't want to be stubborn or difficult with me or with my friends here,' he said, 'because you will regret it.'He stepped closer and his sta
Tolu knocked on the door leading to the living room around noon. 'Help!' he called out. 'Joseph! Please help!'We heard footsteps coming toward the door. I looked at Mr. Potter's legs sticking out of the toilet door with the rest of his body hidden behind the toilet door. I looked through the window; the long grasses swayed to the left and to the right as the wind wished, but no soul walked about in the compound. My heart ran wild, beating fast and loud, and my palms felt clammy and shook slightly.'Hey?' Joseph barked from behind the door. 'What's going on in there?' 'It's Mr. Potter,' Tolu said. 'He has collapsed in the toilet; he is dying.''What?' Joseph said. 'Are you sure? Where is Paul?''Paul is with him in the toilet,' Tolu shouted. 'I think he is dying.''Paul!' Joseph called out. 'Paul!''Come quickly, please,' I said. 'He is dying.'I looked at the gate once more before I tiptoed to the toilet's door. I skipped over Mr. Potter's chest and entered the toilet and squatted