Sorry its coming late. Enjoy as you relax this evening, or on your way home from work.
The day dawned bright and early with the early morning sun breaking through the clouds. Deola’s mom was awakened by Deola stirring; she had spent the night in Deola’s hospital room.
“Mom,” Deola croaked out, her throat was parched.
”Adeola, thank God you are awake. Let me call the doctor.” She got up to go call the doctor.
“Water, I want water.” Deola croaked out.
“Ok, I’ll get you water.” She returned in a few minutes with a nurse and a bottle of water. The nurse checked Deola’s vital signs and noted it in her file before she left, promising the doctor will be in shortly to see them. Deola’s mom’s phone rang, it was Kola, her first son, and she handed the bottle of water to Deola and instructed her to sip slowly while she stepped out of the room to answer the call.
“I need to sit up to drink the water. Help me up.” Deola said to her mother when she returned.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, exercise patience for the doctor to arrive, he’ll let us know if you are well enough to sit up. Let me elevate the pillow a bit.” She raised her daughters’ head and added an extra pillow under it. “Shey you can seep the water now?” While Deola was drinking, her mom went on talking. “That was your brother Kola, he and Dayo are on their way here. You scared us yesterday, for the better part of the day I couldn’t reach you, and then a man called to say you had fainted and they needed to take you to the hospital.”
Deola was about to say something.
“No, don’t talk.” Her mother shushed her. “The doctor told us about the baby, and he said you don’t need any stress.” She smiled. A smile strained at the edges. “Let me go and see what is keeping the doctor.” She left the room again, leaving Deola with her thoughts.
Barrister Ateke couldn’t remember the last time he had slept. The night before, after Deola was admitted in the hospital and the doctor ran some tests and said her blood pressure was high, and if nit controlled, she might lose the baby. He left her in her family’s care, with a policeman at the door to ensure no one but family had access to her. He had returned to the hotel only to get a call from the police commissioner that the senator’s kidnappers had been involved in a shoot-out and he was to come immediately. The senator was barely alive when he was rushed to the hospital. There was no one to explain what happened; all the goons were lying dead. A bullet had hit the senator in the chest, narrowly missing his heart, but his situation was still critical. That was how Ateke came to spend the night in a hospital, keeping vigil at the senator’s side. He hadn’t notified the senator’s wife. Except for he, the president and the police men no one else knew the situation. But he knew it was only a matter of time. His phone rang aaaaargh, talk of the devil. Lady Ada Briggs. He left the room to answer the call to avoid cellular interference with the machines. He nodded to the police men at outside the door.
“Good morning madam.” He hoped his frosty tone will discourage her from lingering.
“Barrister Ateke, what is this I see on the front pages of most dallies?” she said in her usual condescending tone.
“I haven’t seen the papers this morning; I wouldn’t know what you see.”
“Tom’s kidnap is splashed all over the front page, and who is this mistress they talk about? “
“I haven’t seen the papers Ada; I wouldn’t know what it says.” He repeated evasively. He hoped there was nothing in the papers about the shoot out and Tom’s hospitalization.
“I want you to give me the number of the commissioner of police in Lagos; I need to speak with him.”
Ateke sighed. “Ada, the whole situation is under control, and you will soon hear positive news. Trust me.” He promised solemnly.
“Well I hope you know what you are doing?” she made the statement sound like a threat.
They both ended the call. Ateke turned to re-enter the room. He stopped to ask one of the policemen on guard to help him get a newspaper. He noticed the doctor approaching, and waited for him to meet up. After exchanging pleasantries, they both entered the hospital room.
After critically examining the senator, the doctor pronounced him stable but critical, and advised that Ateke return to his hotel room and catch some hours of sleep and return later in the day. According to him, the senator isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Ateke took the doctor’s advice and left, to freshen up, catch a couple of hours of sleep, and to see the commissioner of police.
As the nurse attended to John’s injury, he smiled in spite of the pain. He was satisfied. He had achieved what he set out to last night. When he got the call to move in and eliminate both the senator and the goons who had him, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. This was like killing wit birds with a stone. His only regret was that Slow hadn’t lived to know who destroyed his set up. This would teach all those small boys never to encroach on his territory. After he and his men had taken out slow and his men, John went into the house to finish off the senator, only to discover the senator was armed. The senator winged him, but his shot as more accurate and he was sure the senator died from the gunshot. All in a day’s work. His allegiance was only to whoever paid his bill and Peter had failed to come up n with a retainer, so, he had taken the offer that came along. The nurse dug in again, for the bullet and he grunted. That hurt. Then he smiled, it was all in a day’s work.
When Kola and Dayo arrived at the hospital, they looked in on Deola, she was sleeping. He called their mother out and showed her a newspaper coverage of the kidnapping.
“And that’s not all.” He said grimly. “I hear rumors they was a gang war last night and the senator was caught in the cross fire. Rumor has it no one survived.”