Jamaica

Chapter 30

"Why don't I come to your restaurant?" Jamaica thought about the words of the two men at the Sheraton, and decided it was best to look more closely into Tony's life. She had to know who he was and what type of life he was living. Those words coming from the room service man had really touched her, and it was still on her mind.

"I get it, you want to know if I actually own a restaurant, abi?" Tony grinned as he felt Jamaica doubted him.
"No, I want to know how well you cook."

"Oh I see, so you want to know if I sabi put pot for fire."
"Well, I must know how you put the pot, light the fire and so on." Tony laughed but had only one thing in mind. He wanted to find out if Jamaica was truly the Agnes that his boss had wanted him to visit. If they were one and the same person, then he had some idea of who she was, and what she came to do at the Alfred meeting.

"Well, if you want to challenge me to a cooking competition, then I accept the challenge."

"Fine and when will that be?" Jamaica asked, as she held the card in her hand.

"I'm quite busy during the weekend. You know, lots of customers, so it won't be easy attending to you."
"Alright then how about we make it tomorrow evening?"

"Okay tomorrow evening I'll be expecting you." Jamaica hang up still holding the card in her hand and studied it. The words of the room service man kept coming to her like there was something more to what he had said. As she looked at the card she focused her attention on the name written on it. Is his name really Tony?

As if pushed by something, she got up and decided to pay him a visit. She hurriedly dressed up, left the house and drove down to the restaurant. On reaching there, she parked her car a few distance away from it. She sat down and observed the flow of people going into the restaurant.

It was an impressive sight and one that shocked her. The type of cars that were parked and the people that came out of them she realized, were not ordinary day to day individuals. They were people of a certain class.

And while she couldn't tell how highly placed they were, she knew they wielded some amount of power and influence. Jamaica realized then that perhaps, the restaurant was a meeting place for a certain class of individuals. Who are they? And why here? She thought. More and more cars came and stopped,  as she watched.

The amount of people that kept coming, made her have doubts about what Tony had told her. Him telling her that the weekend was the busiest time of the week was a lie. But why tell a lie. Tony? She sighed and started the car but turned to stare at a car that had just approached the restaurant and stop. A man and a woman came down. Jamaica focused her attention on the couple and was shocked when she  recognized them.

No, Abisola no, not with him! Jamaica had seen Abisola accompanied by a man she vividly remembered. Uncle Alex, please don't do this to her. She murmured. She watched as Alex placed his hands around Abisola's shoulders and they went inside the restaurant. Jamaica sighed and wanted to come down but stopped. She knew what to do and just like she had done before, she decided to pay her friend a visit. She got to Abisola's house and waited.

After two hours, the door opened and Abisola came in and walked towards the sitting room area. She stopped when she noticed that someone was sitting down.

"Who are you and how did you get into my house?" She asked a little frightened.

"I walked through the front door." Jamaica got up and stared at her friend.

"Agnes, what are you doing in my house?"

"I came to see you." Abisola quickly opened her bag and then brought out her phone.