"Evelyn" Henry called again when he got no response thefirst time. He placed his own palm against the door and
noticed it was slightly opened. He pushed it gently and
poked in his head first before stepping in.
Cole was still standing, not knowing if he should run or
still continue to plead or if there was no need for the
both anymore. Tarasha was standing also, she was mute,
the bullet she picked on the floor was still held loosely. It
was until she caught Henry"s eyes searching round her
body that she covered the bullet in her palm.
"I"m sorry for intruding" Henry broke the silence
apologetically on seeing Evelyn half unclad, "I"ll just wait
outside for you"
"You can wait inside" Tarasha said with a stern voice. "Sit
here" she pointed at the sofa by the wall side and turned
to walk into her room.
Henry and Cole stared at each other for some seconds.
Cole let out a breath and made a strange eye movement
at Cole before walking away, following the same direction
Tarasha took. Henry moved forward and took the seat,
staring around the house.
Tarasha inserted back the bullet into the gun and tapped
her nose with it. She was undecided yet as to what to do
with Henry, it was either she killed him that moment or
fall for the strange feeling that she was having again. The
feeling that returned that moment he entered and she
saw his eyes again. There was this calmness that drove
out from her heart it"s previous occupier, anger.
She finally dropped the gun on the bed and turned to the
wardrobe. She took out a jacket from the hanger and
remove two short knives from it.
**Few minutes later**
The silence between the duo was really awkward as
Henry drove them in his car to the church. They drove
into the church garage and parked. The Pastor"s message
was already on and could be heard from the speakers
placed outside for the security and Marshalls. Henry got
out of the car first and turned to the other side to open
the door for Evelyn. She didn"t come out immediately
but was staring at the whole place. She stopped and
stared at Henry"s face, he gave her a rea.s.suring look and
she stepped out slowly, in her shredded blue Jean
trousers and black top.
++++
"Henry Ekene George" the IG shook his head thoughtfully.
"The chap is an intelligent one really, but I don"t think he
can do this"
"I believe he can" Dakolo insisted. "He"s determined to nab
this a.s.sa.s.sin group, it shows in the way he"s been
dedicated to stopping their manipulation of the camera
system"
"Well, I think we should have a concrete detail of the
a.s.sa.s.sin gang first before we can continue with the
undercover plan" the IG said, waving his hand to signal
that the undercover case was closed for the time being.
He placed his arms on the table and rested his chin on his
palms. "We would have a meeting with the President this
coming Friday and we have to be ready to give him
detailed plans. So we just have two days to fix the game
plan, so we"ll be meeting again tomorrow. Let"s go back
now and work, think and make researches and personal
investigations, tomorrow we would return to pour out
our ideas and fix the plan" he said in conclusion.
****
Jefa stretched and turned to his left side on the bed,
forgetting the injury he had sustained on his belly that
side. He winced in pain and scowled, he sat up in the bed
After yawning several times, his eyes was opened enough
to see. The pounding headache brought to his
remembrance the fight that occurred the last night. It
was so violent that n.o.body in his shop including himself
escaped unhurt.
He closed his eyes and groaned as he stood up, he walked
to the cotton and rolled it up thereby allowing the
entrance is sunlight into the room. He scratched his bare
back and returned to sit in the bed. His spoilt phone was
on the stool in front of him. He picked it from the stool
and tried to power it on but his attempt was fruitless. He
dropped it back; his promise to call Henry that morning
had failed. The business card given to him was also lost in
the struggle, which meant that the only way he could see
Henry now was to go to his house.
~~~~
10.45am
Henry started the car engine and began to drove out of
the church premises. He glanced at Evelyn"s face but she
didn"t glance back, she had been mute all through the
service,even when they were being attended to as first
timers by the church officials. Henry had answered
almost every question for her, making her look like a
deaf and dumb person. She didn"t even stretch her hand
to take the Bible gift they handed to her, Henry collected
it for her.
Henry was not too surprised by her reaction to the
activities in church, knowing that she wasn"t someone
who believed in G.o.d nor wanted to hear the name
mentioned.
"Did you learn anything new today?" Henry finally broke
the silence after driving out of the church"s gate.
"I"ve never heard such hogwash in my life" she replied
bluntly.
Henry felt bad at her reply but he smiled. "Thats no
hogwash but reality" he said.
Evelyn remained quiet. "Those things you heard were
real, though they may sound impossible to the natural
ears" Henry added.
Tarasha glanced at him. "So you believed a G.o.d died for
you?" She asked, smacking her lips together.
"Yes, I believe"
"Do we still have st*pid people who could die for
someone else?" She asked mockingly
"Come on, don"t talk like that" he scolded her.
"Hehe" she made a brief laugh. "It"s pathetic that
intelligent people could believe such tales by moonlight.
When we were kids, we were forced to believe those
stories but now everyone should be less stupid. I used to
think people get wiser as they progress in age"
"Evelyn!" Henry called, she kept quiet. "Jesus Christ"s death
on the cross is not a tale, it happened for real, on this
earth were you live"
"Yes, haha" she scoffed. "The stubborn Jewish Messiah was
killed by his people for disturbing their peace, that"s what
we should do to those men we see on those platforms
now who wants their followers to live by what somebody
else wrote thousands of years ago"
Henry shook his head, struggling in his mind to figure out
what to say. "For the preaching of the cross is to them
that perish fooli…" He tried to quote a scripture but she
interrupted.
"Foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power
of G.o.d. First Corinthians one verse eighteen" she
completed the verse for him.
Henry was dazed, he stared at her with his mouth agape.
"Where did you learn that from?" He asked in amazement.
"I"m sure you didn"t learn it when you were still a kid."
She gave no answer. "That means you must have left
Christianity not too long ago, for you to quote a "not so
popular" verse" Henry added.
She still gave no response. If only he knew the amount of
Bible, Qur"an and other religious books scriptures she
had in her head, he would keep quiet and stop talking
about G.o.d to her. She thought. Studying religion and
religious patterns were also part of what she learnt
during her training in the Nefary Clan.
"Why did you leave G.o.d? Did you feel frustrated about a
particular situation and you thought he could not help
you out?"
Tarasha chuckled. Henry was sounding more like a joker
to her now. "G.o.d loves you and fee always wants the best
for you" he continued.
"Oh! Shut up" she burst out angrily. "I guess that"s why he
also kills those who do not serve him. And he even sends
his servants to murder the ones who still serve him
faithfully anytime he"s really blood thirsty"
"G.o.d is not a murderer"
"But I"ve seen him murder a lot of people and he"s still
good at killing today."
"No Evelyn, G.o.d does not kill. You didn"t see him murder
anyone; he didn"t kill your parents"
"Oh Yes, he didn"t murder them himself. He sent his
faithful followers to do it"
"Those people lied, G.o.d did not send them. He loves us so
much and wants the best for us" Henry was talking with
so much pa.s.sion that he almost ran down a pedestrian
crossing the narrow untarred road. He quickly recovered
and they continued the journey in silence. Now few
metres away from Tarasha"s Lodge.
"Why did you come to look for me?" Tarasha asked and
stared into Henry"s face. The look on her eyes was cruel,
immediately the atmosphere changed.
"Can we stop to talk somewhere or do you think we can
talk in your house?" Henry replied calmly.
"That"s not the answer to my question" Tarasha slammed.
"Yes, I"ll tell you. Let"s just go somewhere and talk"
"We don"t have anything to discuss about"
"We have a lot to talk about" Henry retorted. He parked
beside the gate of the house. "We have to talk about you"
Tarasha who had been feeling irritated by his discussion
of G.o.d during the ride was getting more impatient. She
began to prepare in her heart slowly to use the knives
tied round her legs under the shredded Jean. Her heart
began to beat faster, something that had not happened in
years even when she had to kill tougher people. But she
had to end it all that day, else Henry would be her
downfall, what she wanted now was to get some
information from him.
"How did you get to know that my name is also Tara?" She
enquired, expecting a simple answer. She was thinking
that he had seen it somewhere around her when they
stayed in the NSCC house together.
"I"ll come to that" Henry answered.
She crossed her legs and rubbed her palm on the left
foot, her fingers touched the two knives hidden in an
inner pocket under the shredded Jean. "Let"s drive into
the compound please" she said to Henry. He agreed and
started the engine. Her plan was to lure him inside and
force out truths from him since she was antic.i.p.ating that
he may be stubborn.
"There"s no gateman here and the gate does not open
automatically" Tarasha said to Henry when be began to
push the horn for someone to open the gate.
Henry got out of car and went to open the gate. Tarasha
felt like bringing out her knives, in readiness to inflict
pains on him but her mood changed again as he
returned to the car and stared at her face for some
seconds, there was this fire in his eyes that always
seemed to calm her down.
He drove the car into the compound and stopped it
beside the van.
"Why did you come to see me?" Tarasha asked again.
"Calm down Evelyn, I"ve been searching for you since we
parted last week"
"I know" Tarasha cut in impatiently. "So go straight to the
point, why have you been searching for me?"
Henry took off the seat belt with a frown on his face, he
didn"t like the way the conversation was going. "I was
worried about you. I did not know if you were in safe
hands"
"Alright, I guess you can now see that I"m in safe hands"
she said and opened the door. Henry held her arm.
"I love you Evelyn" he said, looking straight into her eyes.
She took her eyes off immediately, trying to avoid
sparking off more emotions. Her heartbeat was
increasing. That moment was the best to strike him dead
according to the training she had got but she couldn"t
just get herself to do it.
"Thanks for loving me" she said and tried to step out
again. Henry gripped her more firmly.
"Evelyn, we need to talk about you, us, your future and
mine"
"You don"t know me Henry, you want to plan my future
for me?"
"I know you"
"You don"t, if you do you"ll leave here right now before I
change my mind and do something bad to you"
"I know what you can do. I saw that bullet in your hand,
so I was expecting that you may come out with a gun"
Henry said without fear in his voice.
She paused and stared at the floor, thinking of what to
do. "Get out of here immediately" she stepped out of the
car forcefully and began to walk towards the building.
Henry opened the door by his side and placed a leg
outside, he stood from his seat and rested his arm on the
top of the car. "I know you well Tara, I know who you are
and what you do"
She paused at the balcony and turned to stare at him.
"Who is Tara?" She asked, trying to pretend.
"You are" he insisted.
It was getting out of hand now and she was getting more
infuriated. It seemed he wasn"t going to leave. She bent
and took out the knives from her trouser. She turned and
began to proceed towards him, she was going to drain
out every drop of liquid in his body.
"Omotara Danjuma" he called softly making her freeze in
shock, the knife in her left hand cut through the skin on
her palm.
Her eyes widened, she was convinced now that he was
sure of his claims.
"I met your elder brother, Jeffrey" he added.
~~~
Jefa walked back into his two room apartment after
visiting the phone repairer"s shop. He took off his sandals
and dusted his feet on the foot mat at the door before
proceeding to sit down. His living room was not too large
and beautifully decorated but it was arranged in a neat
manner despite the old furniture used. The TV was also a
very old one, it was neat too and free from dust even
though Jefa rarely used it. His eyes met with something as
it wandered around, the diary and the photo on the
centre table. He got up and went to pick it up.
He stared at the photo for a while, a brief smile formed
on his face. He wiped off the small particles of dust on
the photo and dropped it back on the table. He took the
diary and returned to his seat. He closed his eyes and
inhaled deeply, he was about doing something that he
had never done. Their mum had told them during her
lifetime that the diary contains secrets that they were not
matured enough to handle. He flipped it open.