Jones J. Johnson was sitting on
his patio, relaxing and enjoying the cool afternoon breeze. His job was really
paying well. He was enjoying a lot of the clientele's patronage. In fact his
market had reached beyond the borders of Ghana. The TV was on, tuned to GTV,
not because he wanted to watch but because he wanted to drown out the noise
that the workers were making as they were installing a new jacuzzi beside his
bathtub.
The program that was on was
immediately interrupted by some sort of evening news but he didn't give a damn
about that. He just wanted to relax and get these damn workers to finish the
jacuzzi before Angela came over. He smiled and remembered their first shagging.
It was epic, but this will definitely be better.
In the middle of his daydreaming
he heard a name that immediately brought a frown to his face. It sounded
familiar, so he turned in the direction of the TV and what he saw shook him to
his bone. Mr. Charles Takyi, the guy
running for president had been in an accident.
He didn't particularly care about
his well-being, but it was memories of a deal he did 9 months ago that began to
resurface. The deal that rocketed his 'career' in the black market and into the
pockets of many politicians. If he remembered correctly the event that took
place that day.
It was a Thursday afternoon and
it was rare to see a Ghanaian smoking in the middle of a busy street as 'early'
as 12 noon. With all the heat wave that obliterated any wish for a cool breeze.
But he had to, it was both an addiction and a signal to his newest customer.
Standing at the entrance of the
Makola market, facing the Law School. That stance too was an identification
mark. He was very cautious of how he moved around, how he did his business. He
had moved into this bloody country not too long ago, 6 years to be exact but it
took him quite some time to acclimatize to this freaking heat. For crying out
it was like being stuck in an oven even during night time.
He looked at his $5,000 Aviator
wrist watch under semi-dirty shirt nervously. This particular client, he could
feel was a big fish. Looking at all the trouble he/she was going through to
make sure that everything was on point.
A minute after checking the time,
a figure, smallish in nature compared to him but average compared to the
multitude of Ghanaians walking around. Two nods from the person facing him and tapping his left shoulder told him
that that was the client; biiiiiig fish.
As arranged, the client was
wearing a oversized double-breasted suit
which he had left open. He walked towards the waiting man as if he knew him
from Adam and hadn't seen him in a while. With a holler and a wave he crossed
the road and gave him a 'brother's' handshake. Immediately they hugged, his
right hand slipped into the coat and felt the envelope in the left inner pocket.
He took it out and slipped it into his top pocket. The process was quick and no
one would have detected it even if they were standing an inch away from the two
of them.
They exchanged a few words and
they parted ways. He sprinted back to where he was standing before his client
came. When he turned around his client was gone. He was that good, not a trace,
not even a distant image of him.
He rushed back to his car down in
the parking lot under the Makola market and opened the envelope. As arranged $10,000
in $100 bills along with the details of the person he was supposed to deal with
was in there. He took another look at the detail and he realized he knew the
person but he was of another name. It was not his place to question his clients
desires but with this particular one, there were warning bells ringing. It was
a picture of one of the most elusive criminals in the States. Well not so
elusive as he was caught by the CIA and been in jail for the past two years.
This guy was a mystery and only
few knew about his origin; he was one of the few. He knew that this criminal
was originally from Ghana and moved to the States when he was 15 with his
family before he disappeared into gang life and crime. What he didn't know was
that he was a twin.
He shook his head and smiled.
"Me of all people, I'm supposed to erase this guy from existence. Hm, me
against Mr. Tek himself. This should be fun."
Now things began to make sense.
The guy who wanted Mr. Tek wiped out of existence did it because the big men
didn't want any link between Mr. Takyi and Tek. This was huge; only he and
whoever orchestrated the deal knew about this. He could make a shitload of
money on this if he played his cards right. He began to shake with excitement.
Suddenly Jones realized that
though there was still noise coming from the bathroom he wasn't hearing any
human voices. Had they taken a break or were they also listening to the news?
He got up and went to the living room to turn down the volume of the TV. His phone
began to ring and he picked up. He immediately recognized the voice. The only guy
who actually had dirt on him. He was a blessing and a curse. Jones couldn't hear
the person on the other end of the line clearly because the noise was just too much
so he turned off the TV. Immediately the screen went black he saw a figure
reflecting on the screen, standing behind him. Danger, danger, danger, his
instints began to ring
He turned quickly to grab
something to use in defense but he was too slow. The pain was sharp and his vision
began to blur but he could make out the structure and face of the person before
everything went black. It was the double breasted suite guy from 9 mo0nths ago.
He looked meaner, quieter, sinister, without emotion. Just cold dead eyes looking
right at him. The man was......
