Securing The Bag (The Lagos Hustle)

Crossroads

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KANAKU

It was already dark by the time we got to the spot the Lorry had dropped us earlier. Jessy and Fuoyo were still numb from shock. I was numb too but I knew I had to come up with a solution. I had to try and think.

We stood at the crossroad, staring into space and doing nothing and it occured to me we really were at a crossroad.
I cleared my throat and looked at both sides of the road. There was no vehicle in sight. Finally I looked at my flabberghasted friends. "what was that about?"

"I don't know...." Jessy stammered....."They just pinned the murder case on us...why would that man do that? I don't know him"

"If I'm to guess I'll say he was paid and given the pictures, you heard what he said....we were spotted earlier in Town so they knew we'll be coming here"

"Who? who are the they?" Fuoyo asked

I shrugged, "The killer guys, the Boss Kenekelis worked for....the firm or whatever it is Mr D belonged to"

"Fuck!" Fuoyo swore again...."I can understand them having Jessy's picture-"

"I beg your pardon?" she interjected

"come on....you were dating the man....they believed you knew the whereabout of the diary right from time..."

"where's the diary?" I interrupted

"It's in my bag...Jessy's carrying it.....as I was saying, what I don't understand, is how did they find out about me? and why just me....why not you also...we both never knew Mr D personally or anything like that"

"your plate number" Jessy said suddenly.

"from the estate....Kenekelis' house remember....we killed him and we took the papers in the enevelope too"

"fuck!" Jessy remembered another detail suddenly. "The camera! There was a camera recording in the room!"

We stared at each other in disbelief

"So, Kanaku is the only safe face for now...thank God for these costumes" She sighed

"What now?" Fuoyo asked

"we go back to our homes, lay low until this would pass and we forget about this cursed treasure...we clearly underestimated these people, we're no match, look what they pulled off in advance..put us down as the suspects before hand...what kind of power is that?"

"I agree...but how do we do it....there'll probably be lookouts in the Town now especially with the bounty from the so called white man the leader mentioned, the killers won't be far off"

"We'll have to create our own path. we'll hike North, sleep in the woods and by first light, find a vehicle to get us to Kaduna, from there it's straight to Lagos" I looked at the duo, "agreed?"

"yes"

I brought out my phone, thinking of calling the Lorry driver since we had become sort of friends and to ask him when next he was passing by this route. My signal bar was empty.

"Fuoyo let me use your phone"

"No I wouldn't advice that....for them to get my whatsapp picture that means my phone is probably being monitored"

"what if they're tracing us with your phone right now as we speak!" Jessy was almost in hysterics

"Jess relax.......if they trace my ip, they'll find themselves a Hawai location where a fictional chracter works the shore as a rescue pilot...as long as we don't use our local network to make any call or for anything else, we'll be fine, and even with local calls it's easier to trace the number receiving the call than to try to triangulate our current location because we're in motion"

"I don't know much about these stuffs...are you sure?" I asked him

He nodded "positive, its kinda my line of work so trust me on this"

I nodded. "we need to find somewhere to camp for the night..."

"camp? like in the movies are you se-"
Jessy didn't get to finish her statement cause I suddenly whirled around and gripped Fuoyo by his collar

"Hey what is it!" he was shocked

I didn't care, a dreadful cold was running through my body, chilling my bones and making the hairs at the back of my  neck stand.

"Your phone! I used it to call Barakat back in the bus park!"