Jamaica

Chapter 12

 Femi slowly drank his beer while he prepared his phone camera to take a picture of Jamaica. He  listened to the two women as they talked about their common past. And while he listened to them, he never joined in the conversation. Both women were so engaged in talking to each other that they didn't realize what Femi was about to do.

He observed them carefully and calculated the very moment they took to laughing,  and in that instant took a photo of  Jamaica. Almost instinctively, Jamaica turned her attention towards him when she heard the sound of a click. She then gave him a long hard stare making Femi get up. 

"Excuse me ladies, I want to use the washroom."  

"Femi, if you want to smoke, I think it's best you go outside, o." Abisola told him.

"I hear you, baby." He responded, taking his phone with him. Jamaica watched him leave and kept wondering why her friend had told him to go outside and smoke.

"Abisola, why did you tell him to smoke outside?" She asked.

"Agnes this is supposed to be a quiet evening. Who knows what will happen if he  goes in there and smokes."

"Seriously? I mean would he really do that?" Jamaica asked

"I don't know, but with him, I can expect the worse to happen."
"Which means he can do it, abi?" Abisola nodded. This gave Jamaica the idea that she needed, to know why he had taken a picture of her. 
"You know what, Abisola? I want to go and find out."
"How?"
"By going to the women's room. If I hear the smell of weed I will come back and tell you."
"No Agnes, I think I can do that myself." Abisola tried to argue.
"With you, things might turn out differently." Abisola's eyes widened.

"Agnes, are you saying he will drag me into the toilet and..."
"You can never tell what his intentions might be once he sees you." 

Jamaica got up and left her friend and headed towards the washroom. As she approached the door of the women's room, she stopped. She then moved a few inches towards the men's room and listened. She heard Femi's voice and knew he was on the phone talking to someone. Jamaica pressed her ears against the door and listened.

"Hello, sir? The photo you requested, I want to send...."  The door of the men's room slowly opened, interrupting Femi who turned around. When he saw Jamaica he held his breath.

"Hello? Hello Femi, are you still there?" The voice at the other end of the line kept on calling out his name, but seeing Jamaica, he couldn't respond. Jamaica had gone inside and locked the door and was pointing her gun at him. 

"Give me the phone!" She threatened. Femi slowly handed over the phone to her, while she quickly scanned him to see if he was carrying a weapon. As she took the phone she looked at the number and then cut the call and gave Femi a strong stare.

"Why were you taking pictures of me."

"No, it's not like that." He argued. Jamaica searched through the phone quickly and found the picture, and held up the phone for him to see it.

"Are you saying this is not me?" Femi ignored Jamaica's question. His only interest was finding a way to distract her so he could take the gun away from her. If he could do that, he knew he could also take the phone, and send the picture to his employer. That chance came when the door handle shook making Jamaica suddenly turn. 

Someone on the outside was knocking and trying to open the door to come in.

Immediately Femi pushed Jamaica making the gun fall out of her hand and onto the floor of the washroom. Jamaica tried to grab the gun again, but Femi kicked it away from her. He then  went for the gun and when he finally got a  hold of it, he turned and faced her. But in a flash Jamaica raised her right leg up and kicked the gun out of his hand.