Jamaica

Chapter 1

"But who are you?" He asked perplexed.  The bald-headed man had his hands tied to one of the chairs in the dining room area of a luxurious Lekki villa, and he was struggling to set himself free. Sweat trickled down his face but he was visibly shaken. Jamaica had pointed a gun at him and precisely against his forehead. He was breathing heavily and kept saying repeatedly,

"Please who ever you are don't kill me o. I have a wife and three kids." He kept imploring Jamaica not to kill him. And while he was breathing heavily, he kept blinking his eyes rapidly in fear of being shot.  Jamaica took the gun off his forehead and leaned forward and said,
"Then I need information."
"Ah, madam, anything you want o. But I beg, don't kill me." Jamaica observed the man with intensity. She then walked around him slowly with her hands placed behind her back.

"Then tell me what I need to know."
"Ah, ma, madam, I already told you that I will do anything you want." He told her. Mr. Sambo was a town council officer working at the Lagos State town council office. he was a law abiding citizen in the eyes of the general public. But the tall fifty two year old man had a cement factory under his name called, Sambo Constructions. The company was said to be located along the Lagos-Apapa road. Except, Sambo Constructions did not exist.

"Jamaica, Sambo Constructions doesn't exist." The voice of Frank came over the phone as Jamaica headed for the construction site.

"Then why am I wasting my time going there, Frank?"
"Sorry  we didn't get the intel on time. Listen, I will get back to you..." 

Jamaica angrily cut the call. She had driven all the way for nothing and felt betrayed again. And it wasn't the first time that Frank had  given her very little intel before a mission. In her anger, she brought the car to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road causing the car behind her to almost hit her. The driver of the car came down and walked up to her infuriated.

"Madam you dey mad?! Abi something dey worry you for head?!" He barked. Jamaica stared at the man who kept shouting at her. She kept on staring at him while absorbing his shouts like punches to  her face. But the more she looked at him the more she realized that he was the man she was sent to meet. She came down from the car and looked around. No car was in sight.

"Mr. Sambo, shut up!" She shouted. Immediately the man stopped shouting and frowned.
"You dis woman who are you and how did you know my name?"
"A lot of people know who you are." She quickly opened the leather jacket she was wearing to reveal a gun. At the sight of the weapon, Mr. Sambo started to shake.

"Aaah madam! Abeg, I no carry money follow body o. See, take dis wristwatch." He quickly took off his wristwatch and held it up for Jamaica to see.

"Rolex." She grinned.
"This cost me a lot of money." Jamaica took the watch from him and looked at it before putting it into her pocket.

"I need something else before I leave you."
"Ah madam, I have given you something very expensive...," Jamaica brought out her gun which had a silencer attached to it and pointed it at him. Mr. Sambo kept quiet.

"Get into the car."
"Madam a beg no kill me o. I have a family."
"Get inside the car, now!" The man obeyed and got into the driver's seat.
"Where are we going?" Jamaica smiled at him.
"To your house."
"Ah, but I am just coming from my house. I'm on my way to work,  I can't go back."
"Let's go to the Villa that you own at Lekki." The man immediately frowned. "So start the car and drive down there." The man obeyed and drove down to the villa. Once inside the house, Jamaica tied him to one of the dining chairs. She then gave him a long stare before asking him,

"Sambo Constructions. What do you know about it?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, madam."
"An ordinary town counselor owner of two villas in Lekki, doesn't know about a construction company that bears his own name?" Jamaica fired a shot into the chair close to his right leg. The man shouted.