Jasper allowed Leech to enter his house before he moved near the house, his eyes roaming the street for any witness, and was happy to find no one. That was good.
He moved to the back of Leech’s house and wondered if it would be good to just wait for him or that he should just go inside, harass him and kill him. Ending the whole story like that.
Concoction rice is one of the sweetest and fastest food to cook because one does not need to waste time on it. Jerry had cooked some concoction rice before he left home for work that morning. He picked the pot, dished the rice, as he was too hungry to warm it, and got ready to eat. He opened his laptop and switched it on. While he waited for the laptop to come on, he continued eating the rice. Then his phone rang; an unknown number was calling.
‘Hello’, he said cautiously, hoping with the whole of his mind that it would not be shade as he chew a piece of meat.
‘Hello, Uncle Jerry’, Miss Jacobs voice said, ‘it me … Miss Jacobs’.
‘Ah! Miss Jacobs’, he replied with relief as he released his breathe.
‘I don’t know. Did you by chance see my lesson note?’
‘Eeee… No’ he replied, and then he saw the book he had been holding since, it was Miss Jacobs’ lesson note. He smirked and picked it up.
‘It’s with me’, he said again.
‘Oh! Great… Please meet at Wemimo Street’.
Jerry dropped his shoulder in frustration as he stood up from the bed, dropped the food he was eating, covered it, and put on a polo. He locked the door, and had to stop himself from running.
Is it not a film? He can see it any time.
Oh! He did not plug his laptop into the socket. What is wrong with him?
Jasper backed away immediately Leech came outside. Leech almost caught him, he almost saw him and he must not allow him to see him. Jasper hid behind the walls, and took pictures of Leech for future purpose.
The moment Leech came out the second time, Jasper braced himself, ready to follow him, ready to kill; in fact, he has an idea.
Jasper looked about and saw that no one was there except an old haggard beggar that laid at the end of the street and was sleeping. He brought out his pistol, placed a silencer into it, and readied himself.
Leech went on without noticing anyone around. Jasper followed him and knew it might take the whole year if he kept on following. He needed to up his game, so he went near Leech, very near him, and near enough for him to stick his gun to his back. Jasper looked to the left and the right and saw no one was watching.
‘Don’t panic. It is your death at hand’, Jasper announced, ‘I have a loaded revolver pointed at your spinal cord, and arched enough to hit your heart, so cooperate’.
Leech froze, but Jasper nudged him on.
‘Keep moving Leech’.
‘Take us to a secluded place’
‘Yes… for introduction, you can call me Sheila, I like long walks and fresh flowers. Since fresh flowers can easily be found by rivers, I don’t mind you taking us to the river around this area, where I can see and enjoy my fresh, lively flowers’.
‘No… I mean I don’t know any river here’.
‘What? You are lying to me. Is this not Ikorodu?’
‘I don’t know any river’, Leech said. Jasper stopped him and came to face him. Now, there was nobody in the street at all that could testify against the death of Leech, but he does not want to play to chance. If anybody sees him after he kills Leech. The information might be used against him later whenever any foolhardy police officer decides to take up the case as if it was his blood and water. And Jasper was not ready to start cleaning messes and evidences.
‘I hope your neurons are working well. I hope you can feel the gun I’m sticking to your back?’
‘Who are you?’ Leech asked with a quivering voice and that made Jasper’s voice warm and deep. He loves when people beg for their life. The taste of killing such people is always sweet. And he love deepening his voice because it gives him power and make others believe he has power. And he agreed with them. After all, he owns the power to either give them life or take it away from them, just like God, just like a god.
‘Okay, buckle up. Can’t you think of any at all? I’ve got all day’.
‘I don’t know any…’
‘Then, I will have to kill you here’ Jasper hissed like a wounded snake as his eyes darted from one corner of the deserted street to the other and he placed the gun on Jasper’s head.
‘Wait…Wait…’ Leech cried, ‘I know a pond’.
‘Good…Take us there, and smile. I hate people who frown’.
Jasper let down his guard a little, and Leech seized that opportunity. He turned sharply and kicked Jasper in his groin. Jasper moaned and bent forward.
Jasper was angry that he shot the floor beside Leech, who was bracing himself to hit Jasper again.
‘If you move I will shoot’, he said, with a suppressed anger, ‘now your hands up’.
Leech raised his hands.
‘Leech, you are a bastard and I will show you what we do to bastards’, Jasper said, baring his teeth as his head becomes hot for no reason and he slapped Leech. ‘Take me to the pond’.
They moved on from the street to the pond. Although, they passed by many people nobody seemed to notice anything awkward about the way he was holding Leech too close for comfort. Even if they know, they dared not talk.
The road that leads to the pond is like one coming down a mountaintop to an area. The whole road was rough. Trees of different form were all shaking briefly as many of their leaves were dry and were lying on the floor. Birds rested on the branches of these trees, chirping and humming with so much glee that one would wonder if they did not know about the dry season or that they can see the rain coming.
Leech and Jasper walked pass a celestial church and other schools, as it was typical that one would see schools facing themselves and functioning at the same time in most part of Lagos. When they got to the pond, they had to go deeper as if they were entering another hole. The sky was unusually white and devoid of any cloud, even the few that tried to show themselves in the sky dissolved almost immediately as if they did not want to witness the evil that Jasper was going to carry out and the thought of this made him smile broadly.
‘You were trying to hit me the other time. What are you? A kind of superman or something? I have dealt with people of greater calibre and greater power than yours and I had vanquished, grinded and dissolved them off the earth. Therefore, you won’t be an exception; in fact, your case is pro bono- a charity to this world of ours, to cleanse the world of your filthiness and stench’, Jasper announced spreading his hands.
The body of water kept on stirring slowly. Dirt and leaves can be seen floating gently on it.
‘Face the river’.
Jasper decided to reduce the noise Leech would make through his mouth when the bullet touched him so he gagged him with his handkerchief.
Jasper tried to say something but the gag did not make the voice come out.
‘Oh! I’m sorry….What? I can’t hear you’, Jasper mocked with a face smeared with wicked happiness,’ with the… you’ve got something across your mouth and I can’t hear you’.
‘Okay… Okay. I don’t do this always. This opportunity comes once in every twenty kill and you are the one getting the seventh opportunity. Say your last prayer’.
Leech brought his hands together and prayed.
‘Alright. It’s party time’, Jasper said as he pointed the gun his head as he began to have a feeling someone was watching him, that someone’s eyes was creeping slowly on his back. He looked back but saw no one; yet, he knew that even if someone was not there, someone was coming to that place very soon and he did not want anyone to know he was there.
Jerry took in a deep breathe of relief, fulfilment and happiness and he began to exert force on the trigger of the gun.
Then something like an insect hit him at the back of the head. He touched the back of his head and…
Jerry himself did not know he could cry but tears were already pouring down his eyes as he felt the coldness of the gun on the back of his head. His whole body was vibrating; in fact, he felt hot liquid running in between his legs. Was this how he would die?
He swallowed hard when the guy said the prayer time was over.
He should have being careful when he saw the guy in their area that afternoon. He could not start suspecting everyone he met on the street.
He held his breathe expecting the pain to surge through his head to his body, and him drifting off into the abyss, drifting off into that dark chasm that every dead person ends up in.
Instead of the bullet, he felt a body crashing into him from behind. He opened his eyes that he did not know he had closed before as he held his breathe.
The guy’s body was now resting on him lifelessly. He moaned fearfully as he pushed the dead body to a side.
Jumping up from his kneeling position, his eyes darted from one corner of the area to the other but he did not see anyone. He looked at the body of the dead guy and was shaken with fear. A bullet had drilled a hole into the back of his assailant’s head and opened a way for blood to ooze out of the head. The guy’s eyes were blank as if he was statute, and his hand was holding the gun loosely.
Jerry did not even know if he was safe, he looked around desperately as he expected either a gunshot or someone to come out to confront him. After waiting for some seconds, Jerry ran out of the riverside and out of the place since no one showed up and nothing happened to him. Then, he stopped and looked around to be sure no one saw him there. Happy that he was safe, he walked on briskly to his house, jogging whenever he gets to a secluded area. His heart was beating fast and he could not help gasping.
Someone had almost kill him. He just saw a dead person. Someone just killed his assailant. Someone just committed a cold-blooded murder and had left him alone to deal with the problem of the body. Who is Leech?
Jerry locked the door and crammed himself to a corner of the room.
Though the person saved his life, he felt the person needed to, at least, show him his face, to allow him thank him but there was nobody to thank and that scared him because he did not know who the killer was following- him or his assailant.
Then his phone rang, Miss Jacobs.
‘Oh! Miss Jacobs, I’m sorry, I’m on my way’.
He risked going out again, this time looking back from time to time.
*** Officer Yemi looked at his phone again and wondered why he had to be the one that his boss sent to the crime scene, there were many people, who were his junior in the work of investigating, and he felt they should receive more training as this case would be a minor case. As he got there, he met some policemen that had gotten there and were already pushing people that gathered around whatever was on the floor away.
‘Hey, move back una no well’, a lanky police shouted. He was reeking of alcohol that Yemi had to hold his breathe when he got beside him.
‘What do you have on him?’He asked another policeman who was checking the person lying on the floor.
They showed him the gun, the dead’s man phone, and all his equipment- instruments of great arm.
‘E no get ooo’.
Yemi became interested in the phone. He went through it but found nothing and was going to pass it to another policeman, when he saw something that interests him. A pictured snapped some moments before the time of his death.