Previously On Evening With Eva.

Kusi was in his mid30’s. Already climbing the ladder of successful banking business, he had very little worries. He saw this as an opportunity to invest, market, show his class and get to meet his superiors whose only contact with him had been via emails.

He also hoped he would have the courage to proceed with his plan. He wanted to propose. For Eva it was a night of pictures for updates on instagram and Facebook. It was a night to flaunt her beauty and her body. It was a night to make her boyfriend very proud.

“Shhhh!!!!” Shina said from the front suddenly looking sharp and continued. “Brenda is going in.” he finished.

As Brenda made to turn around, she deliberately used the tray to hit the wine bottle such that it spilled on Eva’s dress.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please, let me get u a napkin.”,

“I’m making my move.” Shina walked towards the ladies.

The washroom was deserted, just Eva. The shina took out a glass container and sprayed the contents on Eva, put her in the car and drove off

“The car was becoming too heavy. We need one less passenger. Francis, you know what to do.” Shina said. He nodded to Francis.

Francis smiled. He brought out his .23 automatic. It was a silenced pistol. He aimed at Beauty and took her with one clean shot.

Shina removed the earphone from his left ear and said to no one in particular

“Let’s go home”

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S01E04

Sophia was shocked. Max was covered in dirt and mud. He had a small cut on his cheek. There was dried blood on his forehead. His shirt was bloody and messy. He staggered into the room and sat on the long couch. He looked really bad.

“What in hell happened to you?” Sophia asked.

“We got attacked. Some heavily armed men ambushed us as we entered the border . I had to create a diversion. I made myself the bait while I asked Gerrar to proceed as planned.” Max replied.

Sophia picked her phone and made a call. She called Eddy to call off the search party. She had found Max. She also asked her personal assistant to get her private doctor to come to the mansion. She hung up. Max looked a mess. She asked him to go clean up. She called the General and informed him of the recent development.

“I want to know exactly what happened. Have you asked about the boy? Where is Gerrar?” the General queried.

“Max was badly wounded. He was almost passing out. My doctor is currently seeing to him. I will get him around and have him tell me everything.” She replied.

“S, you are really beginning to irk me! Don’t contact me unless you have something tangible to tell me. I gave you a mission. You had your orders. You have made a mess of it. I do not need crumbs. I need results. You have 24 hours. Clean it up” The General said and finished. The line went dead.

Gerrar drove like a mad man. Their driver had just been shot and he had taken hold of the wheels. He looked in the rear view mirror. The boy was scared as hell. The green Kia Optima was still in pursuit. Damn it! He took a sharp left.

The tires screeched. He was driving at 100km/hr. He was not scared. His adrenaline was pumping. He needed to shake off these guys. He took another right and got on to a lonely path. His attackers were nowhere in sight but he knew they were not far behind.

He stopped the car in the middle of the road, opened the door and got out. He pulled Sark out from the back and walked with him into the bush. He pushed Sark ahead of him as they walked through shrubs and bushes. Marshal heard a car stop in the distance behind.

His pursuers had found the car. There was a chance they would find them if they were smart enough. Sark was slowing them down. He brought out a syringe.

Sark was walking ahead, trying to find his way through the covered bush path. He was tired. Gerrar quickly got close to him, injecting the contents of the syringe into Sark’s neck and he fell in a heap.

Gerrar heard voices. His assailants were getting closer and he had Sark to deal with. He slung him on his shoulders and walked faster, making sure he hit his legs firmly on the floor with each step. He had walked for a while when he felt himself step on a metal.

“Thank you Max.” He said to himself.

He put Sark down carefully and opened the metal lid. It opened into a small hollow tunnel that led to a secret outlet across town. He descended the ladder into the tunnel, carrying Sark with him on his shoulders.

He closed the lid shut. He locked it with a huge padlock that had been there and continued away from the place. He did not expect to be followed. It was the perfect detour. There was a car waiting for him when he got out of the 15minute walk out of the tunnel.

He was exhausted. He had been through a burdened night and early morning. He dumped Sark at the back of the car and got into the passenger seat. He pulled the lever by his seat and the chair moved backwards. He relaxed on it and heaved a heavy sigh. He tried to call Max. Switched off. He sent a text.

“Package secure. Took the detour. Heading towards safe house.”

He closed his eyes and drifted into a much needed sleep.

Max woke up to find Sophia staring at her. He got up painfully and sat up, caressing his head. He felt much better now and hungry. He looked at Sophia.

“How long was I out?” He asked.

“Six hours. How do you feel?” Sophia asked, getting up and pouring herself some wine.

“I feel better. Can I have some of that?” He asked pointing at the bottle Sophia was holding.

Sophia poured another glass and handed it to him.

“I need to know what happened. Everything.” Sophia said. She settled down in a chair opposite Max and crossed her legs. Max cleared his throat.

Flashback

They were driving in cruise control when they saw a car parked in the middle of the road. It was a blood red Toyota Quest. As they slowed down, a bullet pierced the windscreen and hit the driver on the forehead. Perfect hit. The windscreen cracked. Blood splattered everywhere.

“Duck!” Max whispered as the three of them huddled beside each other at the back. They heard footsteps approaching. A gun was cocked in the distance. Max signaled to Gerrar that he was going out of the car to meet the three men who were almost at the car.

Gerrar was to get the wheel, start the ignition and drive away with the package as fast as he could. He nodded. Sark was about to throw up. Gerrar looked at him with a cold stare. Sark swallowed the phlegm that was in his throat. Max opened the door and came out of the car, his hands stretched out.

“I’m unarmed.” He said, crawling out of the car and assessing the situation.

From the corner of his eyes he could see Gerrar moving stealthily to the driver’s seat. The three men approached. Heavily armed.

“Where is the package?” One of them asked. He was almost near the car now. A few yards away from the driver’s side of the car.

In one swift move, Max put his hand at his back and pulled out a pistol. He shot the approaching man on the leg as he ducked and rolled on the ground into the bushes. At exactly the same time, Gerrar started the engine, shoved the dead driver out and drove wildly at the other two assailants.

They did not expect this sudden surge and left the road in time. Gerrar drove into the bush, passed the car that was parked in the middle of the narrow road and back onto the road. He was pursued by the other assailants who entered their car and followed him.

The man Max shot was cursing and looking for him in the bushes. Max was at a vantage point. He could see the man approaching. He quickly sent Gerrar a text on the location of a secret hide-out.

He also sent another text to the driver who would pick Gerrar up. The driver replied his text. Gerrar hadn’t. The man was getting closer, cursing as his left thigh oozed blood. He said a quick prayer and hoped Max would read his message.

His phone rang. It was Max. The idiot had given away his location. He cut the call, put off his phone and slipped it into his socks. The man looked in his direction and moved faster towards him. The man saw the weeds move. He shot rapidly in the direction of the movements where Max was trying to escape. The bullet got him in the arm. He groaned.

The man stumbled forwards. Max saw him just in time. He aimed carefully and shot the man in the head. His brains splattered as he slumped on the ground. Max was in pains. He took of his jacket and tied it around the wound.

He tried to crawl out of the bush until he got tired and decided to rest. He slept off till the very early hours of the morning and found his way to the mansion.

Sophia sighed.

“Where is your phone?” She asked.

He brought it out and put it on. He saw Gerrar’s message. He showed it to her.

She smiled.

She called Shina.

“Shina. Beauty has spilled as we suspected. She is the mole. She took the bait. Take care of her after the operation.” She hung up.

Just then she felt relieved. As she got up to refill her glass, Max’s phone rang. It was Gerrar.

“I am down. Package jumped me. He is on the loose. I am at the safe house.”

Max got up to leave.

“Where are you going?” Sophia asked.

“I have got to take care of business.” He said, relating Max’s message to her.

“The boy knows you. He might jump you too.

I guess this is where I step in. I’ll handle this.” Sophia said and smiled.

She grabbed her car keys and headed towards the safe house.

Detective Ahmed Haruna woke up startled. His phone had been ringing nonstop. He felt his head banging. He picked the call.

“Hello. What? When? How?” he asked with a very croaky voice.

He listened for about two minutes then replied,

“Oh my God!” He said sitting up and continued, “Keep a perimeter around the crime scene. No one takes or touches anything till I get there. You understand? I will be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up.

He took his wristwatch from the bedside table and checked the time. 6:37 am. He looked behind him. Rita was fast asleep, covered up under the duvet. They had had a wild night, getting high on weed and alomo bitters before engaging in different positions.

She came twice riding him while he later turned her and came into her from behind. They slept off thereafter. She was his tonic after a very hard day’s job. They always meet at her house every Saturday night. She looked so angelic.

He did not want to wake her but he had no choice. He tapped her gently. She stirred but did not wake. He tapped her again, adding a little more force this time around. She turned, opening her eyes slowly.

“Hmmm…what is it honey?” Rita asked.

“Do you have some aspirins in the house?”

“Yes I do. In the Kitchen.”

Ahmed got up Unclad and went into the kitchen to get the aspirins. Rita began to get horny under the sheets. The sight of Ahmed’s perfect round ass and great body always drove her crazy.

He returned with the aspirin and a glass of water. She licked her lips at the sight of his huge d**k and his perfect abs. Ahmed took the drugs and accompanied it with water. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, his muscles ripping.

She touched his skin. He did not move. She continued, tracing her hands to the side of his chest and caressing his nipple. He turned to face her. Then he kissed her on the lips.

She responded, moving close to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He disengaged the kiss and pecked her on the forehead. He moved away from the bead and got his briefs from the floor. He wore them.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Rita asked, a frown appearing on her very pretty face.

“Duty calls honey. I have to go.” Ahmed replied. He was wearing his jeans now.

“Should I make breakfast for you?” She asked.

“I can’t tell. Looks like a serious case. I will call you baby.”

He finished wearing his clothes and gave Rita a light kiss on the lips. “Haaaa i could have finished this before leaving” He got his car keys and left Rita’s house.

He got to Law School Bus Stop to meet a small crowd of people already at the scene. He made his way through the curious crowd shoving his ID card in their faces as he screamed “Make way. Excuse me, leave the road please.

” Even if he did not have his ID card on him, his intimidating stature and his rough face was enough for any sane person to leave the way. His face was harsh and strong with his forehead having permanent wrinkles. His voice was throaty and hoarse, his lips black from marijuana smoking. He had very broad shoulders with rippling biceps. He stood at 6ft. 5inches and always wore very tight black shirts.

He bent and got into the yellow tape area. The medics where talking to a few pressmen and some other officers where huddling around the crime scene looking for more evidence. There was a body by the lagoon in white cloth.

He moved close to the body and bent down. He pulled away the white cloth. The white, lifeless and decaying body of Agent Mercy stared him in the face. He removed his dark shades and looked at the body closely. He saw the gunshot wound.

He looked at her hair, her face. He was looking at her arms when he noticed something. All her jewelry was not touched. All except her wristwatch. He called for a forensic agent.

“Get me a UV torch and some gloves.” He commanded.

He took out two white gloves from the pack handed to him and collected the UV torch. He put it on and scanned her wrists. There were distinct finger prints on her wrist where her wrist watch has been.

“Where is Tunde!!!?” He screamed at no one in particular.

Tunde came out of the police van parked beside the ambulance inside the crime scene. He had been making a phone call.

“Let me call you back please.” He hurriedly hung up.

“Good Morning sir. Seen anything spooky?” Tunde said bending beside Ahmed.

He ignored the greeting.

“Do you notice anything?” Ahmed asked pointing the torch at her wrist and using his finger to show him what he meant.

“No sir.” Tunde said.

“Look harder, dumb head.” Ahmed said angrily.

“Oh, I see them now. Finger prints.” Tunde said animatedly.

“I want you to do this yourself. Get me those prints by 12 noon. Do not give this to your boys to handle. This is a sensitive case. If you do, I will find out and I will have you controlling traffic by Monday morning. Am I clear?” Ahmed threatened.

“Crystal clear sir.”

Tunde waved at one of his boys and they brought him a small white plastic bag. He handed it to Ahmed.

“This was found while the boys were looking for evidence at the bank of the water. Seems like the bullet that did the job.” Tunde said.

Ahmed took the plastic bag, opened it and put the bullet in his palm, rolling it over.

“This bullet was fired from a .23 automatic pistol. Out of circulation. Silenced. You can tell from the charred edges. I will keep this.” He said to Tunde, putting the bullet back in the bag and into his pocket and continued,

“Comb the entire perimeter. Let me know when you find anything.” He finished, getting up and pulling off the gloves.

He walked away from the scene, got into his car and dialed a number adding *4567# behind it. It was a secure line. Only he and 3 other agents could call the line. It was the direct line for the Head of Intelligence Operations.

“Ma, it was Agent Mercy. She had been compromised. I have some leads. Give me 8 hours ma. Thank you.”

He hung up.

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Previously On Evening With Eva.

Damn, I was hungry. I tried to recollect what happened and how I got here. It was all fuzzy. I tasted the dry blood on the cut on my swollen lower lip. I silently cursed the Macho man who hit me.

I had to get out of here. With the tip of my fingers, I felt the tape used to tie my hands. Masking tape. I looked around for any shred of metal I could use to loosen myself. None. I tried to force the masking tape off me by pulling my hands apart. .

I put all the power and force I could get into the slaps. I was afraid I had blinded him. He screamed and held his face. I pushed the chair back and landed a huge kick to his balls.

He fell on the ground gasping for air. I made for the door but he held my leg. I turned and kicked his hand with all the might I could muster. He was still gasping for air. I got to the door, turned the handle and bolted.

No sound of a car or anything of the sort. I stopped to catch my breath. After a while I began walking slowly, tired and hungry. I was fatigued. I sat down on the floor beside the road, praying to get help. I began to cry again.

I heard the sound of a car coming from the direction I was heading.

“Please ma’am. I would be extremely indebted to you if you could please give me a ride anywhere out of here. If I can get a bus anywhere, I would be very grateful.” I begged

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S01E03

She looked at me as if assessing me and deciding whether to give me a lift or not. When it seemed like she was going to zoom off, I begged her with tears falling from my eyes.

“Please ma. I mean you no harm. Please” I begged.

“What happened to you? What are you doing here? And why are you looking so tattered?” she asked.

“It’s quite a story ma.” I replied, my tears refusing to stop.

My tears seemed to give her a change of heart. She nodded her head to the side of the passenger seat.

“Come in.” she said.

She opened the door and I got in. The refreshing AC, the comfort of the leather seat and the safety in the hands of a good Samaritan were all welcome developments.

We drove at some speed and when we passed the house I was held captive in, I glanced and looked inside. The Camry was still there. I was relieved. I relaxed.

“So what is your name?” the good Samaritan asked me after an eternity of silence. She spoke very good English. Gold earrings, gold bracelets and a gold necklace. She smelled of class. What did I expect? She was driving a Honda Civic 2012.

“My name is Sark ma.” I replied.

“Nice. I am Sophia.”

She felt good to be at the CEOs’ Awards dinner. Her boyfriend was Regional Manager at one of the top banks in the country and she felt so happy to be privileged to be a part of the event.

There were a lot of distinguished personalities from 12 different countries around the world. It was a dinner that admitted people strictly by invitation. She knew she looked stunning. Why wouldn’t she be? She had been preparing for weeks.

Kusi had told her a month ago about the very huge dinner and award night and that she would be going as his partner. She had carefully searched the internet and viewed catalogue after catalogue of dinner gowns.

She saw a design she liked on a show on Dstv and had her designer make something gorgeous for her. From the moment she walked into the hall in Oriental Hotel, she felt all eyes on her.

Kusi beamed a wide smile. He looked handsome in his Tuxedo as he strolled to his designated seat, hand in hand with his adorable girlfriend. He knew she was stunning. This could get him a raise, a recommendation or best of all a promotion.

She was dark skinned and very beautiful. She measured 5ft. 7inches without the heels. Now donning a 3-inch heeled shoe, she was almost the same height as Kusi.

They had been dating for almost 7 months and already looked the couple. She was busty and a little chubby with an ass that made heads turn, both male and female alike.

Kusi was in his mid30’s. Already climbing the ladder of successful banking business, he had very little worries. He saw this as an opportunity to invest, market, show his class and get to meet his superiors whose only contact with him had been via emails.

He also hoped he would have the courage to proceed with his plan. He wanted to propose. For her it was a night of pictures for updates on instagram and Facebook. It was a night to flaunt her beauty and her body. It was a night to make her boyfriend very proud.

She knew it was a long shot, but she did not mind being whisked away by one of the money bags present. She was amazed at the caliber of people she saw. She knew it was a big night. She did not envisage that it would be this big.

He followed her to her seat, pushed back her chair, waited for her to settle in and helped her tuck in before going to his seat opposite her. The table already decorated with assorted wines and drinks had his name and designation already written boldly on a fancy looking cardboard: MR Kusi Boakye– REGIONAL MANAGER SOUTH WEST Ghana.

They were seated in the middle of the hall, close enough to see the activities happening on stage. She smiled at him. He smiled back and held her hand across the table. She was so happy to mean this much to him to be brought here. He wanted so much to pop the question to her right there and then. He felt the ring casing in his pant pocket.

“Soon,” he said to himself tapping the pocket with his free hand.

OUTSIDE Oriental Hotel, the venue of the party was a parked dark Nissan Armanda jeep. Shina was in front in the passenger seat. There was a white earphone in his left ear which he held in place with his left hand. Iyke and Francis were at the back smoking.

Francis wound down his side of the glass and threw away the butt of his finished cigarette. He wound up and closed his eyes. Iyke hit him playfully with his elbow. He dipped his hand into the insides of his faded brown leather jacket and brought out a silenced .45 revolver. He smiled wickedly as he brandished it before Francis.

“Baba, relax. As long as this baby dey here, no shaking.” Iyke boasted.

“Shhhh!!!!” Shina said from the front suddenly looking sharp and continued. “Brenda is going in.” he finished.

All three men were suddenly very sharp and alert. The two at the back were looking at Shina and watching his facial reaction. If he felt or heard anything he did not show it. He was the best at masking how he felt, no matter how good or bad. That was why The Ghosts hired him.

INSIDE, an announcement was made for everyone to order appetizers. Kusi and his girlfriend picked up the menu in front of them and chose their appetizers. There was an attendant for every table. When they had made their decision, Kusi signaled the waitress. When she was close to them, he looked at her name tag. BRENDA

“Brenda, could you please get item 17 for my beautiful princess and item 3 for me?” Kusi asked smiling.

“Fantastic choice sir” she said scribbling on her pad. “I’ll be just a minute please.” She finished and left.

She got into the kitchen area and presented the piece of paper where she had written the couple’s order to the chef. She quickly went to the side of the room and whispered into the collar of her suit.

“I’m going in.”

Three minutes later Brenda came back with a tray containing the ordered meal. She placed Kusi’s in front of him and then the girl’s. She opened the red wine and poured two wine glasses half full. She straightened up.

“Is there anything else you may need sir?” she asked smiling at both Kusi and his girlfriend.

“No, thank you Brenda.” he replied.

“Your fiancée is really beautiful sir. Lovely gown too.” Brenda said smiling wider.

“Oh yes she is. Eva is the queen of my heart.” Kusi said.

“Have a good evening sir and ma’am. And please feel free to call me if there is anything I can get you.” Brenda finished.

“Thank you Brenda.” Eva said.

As Brenda made to turn around, she deliberately used the tray to hit the wine bottle such that it spilled on Eva’s dress. She made it look like an accident. She had rehearsed this move for days. She was a pro. A few eyes turned to look at their direction. But the gazes did not last for long.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please, let me get u a napkin.” Brenda said begging and apologizing as the liquid made a little stain on her dress.

Eva looked horrified. Kusi was worried but calm. She quickly composed herself and accessed the damage. It was not much. Nothing a little dab could not clean up.

She asked for the rest room. Brenda pointed at the ladies, apologizing as she directed. As Eva got up, Kusi tried to get up too but she gave him the “I’ll be fine my love” look.

“Please excuse me baby, I will be right back.” She said to Kusi smiling.

Brenda led the way as they took a door to their left, went behind the hall and entered a corridor to the rest room. Just about the same time, a fair skinned lady with glasses got up from her chair in the hall, kissed her boyfriend lightly on the cheeks and headed in the same direction as Eva. As she stepped out of the hall, she tapped her collar and spoke softly into the collar,

“I’m making my move.” She walked towards the ladies.

Brenda was still begging Eva. Eva was getting irritated and asked her to leave, saying that it was okay. She could handle herself, she told Brenda. Brenda apologized again and left the washroom. As she left she passed by the fair skinned lady in glasses and winked at her. The lady in glasses just nodded. She did not smile back.

The wash,room was deserted, just Eva.

The lady in glasses took out a glass container and sprayed the contents on her handkerchief.

She opened the bathroom door and went in.

“Start the ignition!” Shina barked at the man at the wheels. He obeyed immediately. The engine roared to life, making a very silent and barely audible humming sound. Iyke and Francis watched Shina closely, desperately trying to know what stage of the plan they were at.

Shina was not scared of the two criminals despite their menacing look, especially Iyke. Iyke had a deep scar that ran from his forehead through the middle of his eyes and stopped just by his left nostril.

A scar he had gotten while in a brawl with a ‘friend’ who owed him money. His friend had come at him with a matchet. He had just his hands. That was how he got the scar. He served four years in jail because of that incident. He was lucky. His friend wasn’t. His friend currently lived in a permanent wing in a federal hospital.

He was paralyzed from the neck down. Iyke was a brute. He did not fear anything or anyone. People shook and trembled at the sight of him. Even Francis secretly feared him. And when he got angry every one took to their heels.

But not Shina. he detested him. he could finish him with just a phone call. In a way, Iyke knew he did not intimidate her. He did not know what kind of strings he pulled. He was always keeping his distance from him.

Somehow, THE GHOSTS had a way of putting up the perfect team for an operation. Shina was the head for this mission. A smooth, calculating man, never under pressure and always with back up plans A – Z, no matter the situation.

Francis was the very handsome and sexy serial killer. He loved to kill pretty women for fun. He was never caught. When he was accosted by The Ghosts he had no choice. They could give him away. They offered him good money, a good home and a family. And they were letting him kill once in a while.
He was satisfied. Iyke the brute. The kind of thug you need when the situation gets tough and needs a deal of rough handling. No one does it better than Iyke.

Iyke was getting irritated at Shina’s silence.

“Oga, wetin dey happen na? You just keep us for silent since. Which ones na? Abeg wetin be scores? How e dey go? Time don reach to arrange the baggas?” He barked.

Shina just smiled. A kind of smile that could annoy the meekest of men.

“Move to the pick-up point. Now!” he said to the driver raising his voice with his left hand still pressed to his ear.

He looked at the two men at the back, then said,

“Beauty has got the girl. We are moving in to pick them up. We expect no incidence. This should be as easy as dipping a hot knife through butter. But if anything comes up you know what to do. Iyke, stay alert. Francis, you have your orders.”

Francis was relaxing with his hands across his chest and his eyes closed. His back was resting firmly on the seat and when Shina spoke he just nodded, his eyes were still closed.

Iyke was almost falling off the edge of his seat in his eagerness to pick up every word Shina spoke. The jeep moved slowly and turned right towards the waterside. It turned again, reversed and re-parked facing the traffic light. They were looking directly at four points by Sheraton with the back door exit of Oriental Hotels to their left.

They waited.

Beauty, the pretty woman in glasses opened the washroom door and entered. She moved to the last cubicle, entered and gently folded the handkerchief into place. She listened carefully as Eva stepped out of her own cubicle and approached the central mirror, admiring herself and adjudging the extent of cleanup she had done. She felt contented. She looked into her purse.

Beauty stepped out quietly and approached Eva from behind. She took four quick steps. Eva brought her head up from the bag and noticed someone in the mirror coming at her. She saw her too late.

Beauty placed the handkerchief on Eva’s nose, making her inhale every bit of the handkerchief. There was very little struggle. Beauty dragged her into the cubicle she was in. She felt Eva’s pulse. Normal. Things were going according to plan.

She brought out a tiny whitish substance and put it into Eva’s nostrils. She jerked as though she had just come out of a nightmare. Eva regained consciousness. She was weak.

“Who…who…who are you? What do you want?” Eva said, looking at Beauty. She was very afraid.

“Do you want to die, dearie?” Beauty asked rhetorically, her face totally hard.

“No ma. Please I don’t.” Eva begged.

“Then listen to me very carefully. Do you understand me?” She asked.

Eva nodded.

“Do exactly as I say and no harm will come to you or your uncle. We also know your mother lives and goes to church by 6pm on Fridays. Your younger brother attends KNUST. He stays in Unity Hall, Room B212. We know everything about you Eva Kwarteng.

We just need you to help us with some information. Thereafter you would be free to go. If you make any funny moves, we will poison Kusi. We have people everywhere and we are invisible.

You would be released in the morning. Try any funny moves and the death of every person you love and cherish would be on your head. Can you live with that? Do you want that?” Beauty asked threateningly.

Eva shook her head again.

Beauty had made her point.

She continued, “Now you will follow me and make a very sickly face. I will do all the talking. Don’t say a word. Where is your phone?”

“It’s here ma.” Eva said very frightened.

“When I tell you, you will call Kusi and tell him you had to go. Your mum called and she is very sick. He won’t be too bothered. We have handled everything.” Beauty finished.

“Okay ma.”

“Good.” “I have got the package. Meet me at the pickup spot in five.” Beauty said to her collar.

“Let’s go.” She commanded.

They went through the back, passed a corridor and took a left. She held Eva’s hand as they moved through a maze of corridors and doors. Finally they got to the emergency exit. There was a police with a rifle. Shiiitt!!!

This was not planned. Beauty wanted to turn back but there was no time to. The man had already seen them and she could not risk raising an alarm. She decided to risk it. She approached the police officer.

“Please Oga, my sister is pregnant. And she is feeling dizzy. She needs fresh air. She might faint any moment from now. We were in the washroom and we lost our way trying to get outside to get fresh air. That is the only way she would be better.” Beauty begged.

The police officer scrutinized them. They looked exceptionally dressed. He looked at Eva’s stomach. There was no bulge. Eva was supporting herself on Beauty’s arm participating in the drama.

“Where are you coming from!” he said eyeing both of them.

“We are from the CEO’s party in the hall. Please sir, help us.” Beauty begged.

Just then Eva contorted her face and vomited on the floor close to the man’s feet. Beauty patted her and looked at the man. The man dropped his rifle and began to open the very difficult emergency exit.

Beauty took the gun and hit him on the head with the butt. He passed out falling on the ground. Eva was shocked. Beauty smiled at her.

Beauty spoke to her collar again.

“I encountered some hindrance. He won’t be out for long. I need evacuation now! I’m at the zone.”

Shina signaled Iyke and he was out in a flash. Iyke jogged to the door and inserted a duplicate key into the lock. He opened the door from outside and the two women stepped out. As Iyke was shutting the door the police groaned.

He was regaining consciousness. Iyke dragged him out and locked the door. He collected the handkerchief from beauty and emptied the contents of her bottle onto the handkerchief. He gagged the police man who was writhing and shaking his legs.

Iyke’s arm was around his throat while his other palm forcefully pressed the cloth on his nose. After a while, all became still. Iyke locked the door and threw the police man body into the water.

They moved to the car and all three got inside.

“Drive.” Shina directed.

They drove in silence. As they approached Civic Center, Shina nodded at Beauty. Beauty got out Eva’s phone and told her to call Kusi as planned. It took a while for him to pick. He explained that he was talking with his superiors and asked where she was.

She explained that she was currently in a cab going to see her mother at Kofour Hospital. She had suffered another attack. He felt bad. His proposal had to wait. He did not pressure her to coming back. His superiors were looking at him. He asked her to be safe and that he would be with her soon. He did not plan to be.

They got to the traffic light at law school and took their right into a rough road where fish mongers sold during the day. They parked and every one came down except the driver.

“The car was becoming too heavy. We need one less passenger. Francis, you know what to do.” Shina said. He nodded to Francis.

Francis smiled. He brought out his .23 automatic. It was a silenced pistol. He aimed at Beauty and took her with one clean shot. He got her in the chest. She fell to the ground lifeless. Eva was shocked. Iyke had a grin. Iyke made to take her jewelry. Shina stopped him.

“She was an undercover spy. A double agent. What a waste.” He spat on her body. Iyke deposited her body in the water and watched it float.

He came back to join Shina and the rest in the car. Francis was caressing his pistol that had just carried out the hit and smiling to himself. He would jerk off tonight, thinking about the dead body of beauty. He was happy.

Shina removed the earphone from his left ear and said to no one in particular

“Let’s go home”

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Previously On Evening With Eva.

I was waiting for a troski when all of a sudden, a black tinted Toyota camry screeched to a stop in front of me. The back door yanked open and a huge man, dark glasses, wearing a mafia suit came out of the car, gave me a blinding slap and then bundled me inside the car. The car sped off. All happened in seconds.

I could feel the eyes of my captor on me. I wanted to speak but was afraid to. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I was still in a state of shock.

I quickly said a prayer for God to forgive me of my sins. I was too young too die. Different thought crossed my mind. These guys looked a little bit sophisticated.

I did not owe any one money. I did not do any bad deals. Had my old life finally caught up with me? I managed to catch a glimpse of the macho’s wristwatch. It was pure gold. Welders. Were they ritual killers? I shuddered at the thought. So this was how I was going to die?

“Hello ma. Yes ma’am, we got the package. Okay ma.”

The other guy finished his cigarette and lit another one. Package? Am I the package? A woman was calling the shots?

I decided to be brave.

“Good evening sir. Please sir what I have I done? Where are you taking me? I beg you in the name…” I began to say, facing Macho man.

The smoking thug gave me a powerful back hand slap to the side of my face.

I passed out.

She called Eddy.

“Eddy. Yes. Take an SUV. Government plates. Take the mission route to Benin, Sniff out Gerrar and Max, Keep your eyes open and you head low. This is a Code Yellow. And take Mark with you.”

She hung up.

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S01E02

She sat down and crossed her legs, the bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other. She tried to think of possible occurrences that may have made Max call her. He was capable. He was one of the candidates in line to succeed her.

She shrugged. She decided to ease off. She took the home theater remote and pressed play. Yanni’s attraction played from the speakers. Soulful jazz. It helped her relax.

Just then the door opened, Max entered, covered in mud and dirt.

I woke up with a banging headache. My stomach churned and my throat was dry. I was very thirsty. I squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. I was sitting on a wooden chair, my hands tied at my back.

It was a tiny room. The only piece of furniture was the one I was seated on. My shoes had been removed. I raised my head and looked around. There was a pile of plywood to my left. A water dispenser was by the iron door.

There was a tiny bed to my far right which could only take one person comfortably.

Damn, I was hungry. I tried to recollect what happened and how I got here. It was all fuzzy. I tasted the dry blood on the cut on my swollen lower lip. I silently cursed the Macho man who hit me.

I had to get out of here. With the tip of my fingers, I felt the tape used to tie my hands. Masking tape. I looked around for any shred of metal I could use to loosen myself. None. I tried to force the masking tape off me by pulling my hands apart.

I groaned and struggled. It did not come off. The 100 watt bulb was blinding my eyes.
There were no windows and the fan was blowing at a very irritating low rate, making funny noises. Tiny drops of sweat formed on my forehead.
What time was it? Where was I? Was this where I was going to die? Is this the slaughter house? All these questions ran through my head in milliseconds.

I started crying. I was weak, hungry and afraid. I was not going to die here I told myself. I looked round the tiny room again. This time I looked very slowly and very carefully.

As I looked past the door, something shiny caught my eyes. There was a part of the door which had a little protrusion. It looked sharp. It was very small, like a design of some sort. This could work I told myself.

I had watched The Avengers where Black Widow was held captive in a similar situation when a call came through to her. Her deft mastery of martial arts helped her escape and defeat her captors.

I wished I knew martial arts. I prayed quickly and silently. And I lifted myself up with the chair. The wooden chair was not heavy after all! I hopped and hopped and hopped.

Finally, I got to the position of the shrapnel looking protrusion on the door and turned my back against it. I tried to locate the shrapnel by trying to feel the door, my hands still tied behind the chair.

“F**k” I cursed. The shrapnel cut my finger. I felt the warm fluid trickle out. I wanted to suck it to stop the bleeding. I could not. I continued, trying to trace the shrapnel and get it to where I could successfully pierce the tape. I found it. I tried to pierce the masking tape with the shrapnel.

“Ahhhh..F**k! God!” I cried as the shrapnel cut my palm. I could feel blood oozing out. I smiled. The masking tape was loose. I quickly freed my hands from the chair and got up.

My palm was hurting. I cut some foam from the bed on the floor and tried to clean the blood. I cut more foam and cleaned the drops of blood on the floor too. I scrutinized the area to see if any changes could be easily noticed. It was not.

I bent my neck at the dispenser and opened the tap. The taste of cold water was soothing. I had my fill and let out a loud belch. I saw the bed and a huge desire to just lie down on it came over me.

But a lot of work was yet to be done. And if I was found unbound and on the bed, the next restraint they would put on me would not be a masking tape. I carried the wooden chair back to the exact spot it was kept initially and sat on in.

I paced the room, deep in thought and trying to work out a plan. I can’t die now, I told myself, shaking my head. I was just 27. In my prime. I meant so much to my mum. My girlfriend would break down if anything happened to me.

The office would freeze for at least a week before they could get themselves back up. I had to do something. But what? I put my head on the dispenser bottle and tears trickled down my eyes.

I prayed to God to forgive me my sins and that I would dedicate my life to him if I ever got out of this alive. My nose ran. I dragged it in.

Just then I heard footsteps. And then the footsteps got closer. Designer shoes. Maybe cowboy boots. It could also be a woman in high heels. But from the sounds I heard, I knew that there was a corridor of some sort outside this door, which was either tiled or very smooth.

I made to resume my prayers on the dispenser when I heard the jangle of a bunch of keys and a key go into the lock. I immediately rushed to the chair, sat down and put my hands behind the chair, in the position I was left making sure I didn’t make a sound.

The Iron door opened and someone stepped in, closing it behind him. The door made a soft thud when it closed. I kept my head low, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest

I was afraid he would hear it. There was a moment of silence. I could feel his eyes all over me, trying to survey me. He kicked my legs gently. He kicked again. Then he came closer.

“Hey” He said tapping my chin. I kept mute.

“Hey! Boy!” He said louder, this time tapping my chin a bit harder twice and lifting my face up.

I pretended to be waking from sleep. I opened my eyes slowly. It was Macho man. My heart beat faster. This brute of a man was so merciless. I still remembered the ringing slap he gave me hours ago. I groaned

“We are leaving” He said.

I dropped my head again as if I was fainting. He stooped to look at me, a certain worry in his eyes. That was his mistake.

I don’t know where I got the courage or the idea. I felt this sudden rush of adrenaline and I was not even thinking about my actions. Even I could not believe it. As he stooped to look at me, I freed my hands from the back of the chair and gave him two heavy slaps on each eye across the face.

I put all the power and force I could get into the slaps. I was afraid I had blinded him. He screamed and held his face. I pushed the chair back and landed a huge kick to his balls.

He fell on the ground gasping for air. I made for the door but he held my leg. I turned and kicked his hand with all the might I could muster. He was still gasping for air. I got to the door, turned the handle and bolted.

The corridor was long, with doors left and right. The floor was tiled and clean. It looked like an apartment in progress that was nearing completion. I got to the end of the corridor and opened the door.

The Toyota Camry that picked me was parked neatly inside the compound. It was not a very huge compound. The floor was interlocked with bricks. I dashed to the gate, got out and continued to run. I had no idea where I was going.

I was on a small pathway that could barely take two cars. There were bushes all around. No trace of civilization. I looked farther ahead. Nothing. Just a lonely pathway with bushes everywhere.

I was getting tired. I had been running for a while. I had no phone. My wallet was still with me, but it was of no use. I looked behind me a few times, trying to see if Macho man was coming after me.

No sound of a car or anything of the sort. I stopped to catch my breath. After a while I began walking slowly, tired and hungry. I was fatigued. I sat down on the floor beside the road, praying to get help. I began to cry again.

I heard the sound of a car coming from the direction I was heading. I quickly stood up and listened. It was approaching me now. Any help would do at this point. I flagged down the car but it past me. It got a few meters away from me, then reversed. I thanked God.

It stopped beside me and the driver’s window wound down. It was a woman. Thank heavens.

“Please ma’am. I would be extremely indebted to you if you could please give me a ride anywhere out of here. If I can get a bus anywhere, I would be very grateful.” I begged

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S01E01

It was a beautiful Friday evening. Time: 7pm. The streets of Bantama were busy as usual, different kinds of people. The conductors were shouting at the top of their voices trying to outdo each other in the clamor for passengers. People hurrying in opposite directions. Many were corporately dressed trying to catch the next available bus to their final destinations, after a hard day’s job. Agric Bus Stop arguably boasted of one of the highest number of people that lived there. A market woman screamed at a man who was half running to catch a bus that had just one more seat left, and in the process, scattered some of her fresh peppers on the ground.

“!” she screamed obscenities at the man at the top of her lungs. The culprit was already in the bus. If he heard the curses rained on him, he didn’t show it anyway. I smiled wryly, bent and began helping the woman pick the pepper scattered on the floor. I washed my hands with the water she provided and continued on my way home. I was feeling particularly happy though. I had just experienced a wonderful time in the arms of my heartthrob. I called in sick from work and had spent the past 5hours with her. She was going to be away for quite a while, studying for her Masters in Canada. I had a quick flash back in my subconscious. The smile grew wider.

I crossed to the other side of the road. I needed to take a “troski ” to the entrance of my street. I still had a little bit of distance to cover so I increased my pace. I wondered why there were so much people in this part of Kumasi. It is the outskirts of the commercial center of the city and yet it was a host to a lot of new tenants every day. I dreamt of one day owning plots of land in Ahodwo, having properties on Santaasi or even a big Hotel in Oseikrom. Not this dumpster I had to hide in because of my past.

“Madwo o.” I said to the driver as I got to my bus stop. I paid him, collected my change and watched as he zoomed off. I waited patiently at the bus stop for the road to clear so I could cross and enter my street.

I was still waiting there when all of a sudden, a black tinted Toyota camry screeched to a stop in front of me. The back door yanked open and a huge man, dark glasses, wearing a mafia suit came out of the car, gave me a blinding slap and then bundled me inside the car. The car sped off. All happened in seconds.

My head was ringing; I felt blood on my lips. I touched my lower lip. There was a little cut and it was a bit swollen. It took a while for my eyes to readjust to the darkness inside the car. I was sandwiched between two huge men. The one who hit me was on my right. I could tell because he still had his glasses on. I studied my environment trying to make out any detail that would help me.

The dimly lit car did not help matters. Two guys. I guessed they were thugs. The other guy wore a body hugging t-shirt, silver necklace and had a huge mustache. He was smoking and did not seem to care about me. The driver wore a face cap. Met his eyes about once or twice from the rear view mirror. There was no other passenger in front.

I could feel the eyes of my captor on me. I wanted to speak but was afraid to. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I was still in a state of shock. I quickly said a prayer for God to forgive me of my sins. I was too young too die. Different thought crossed my mind. These guys looked a little bit sophisticated. I did not owe any one money. I did not do any bad deals. Had my old life finally caught up with me? I managed to catch a glimpse of the macho’s wristwatch. It was pure gold. Welders. Were they ritual killers? I shuddered at the thought. So this was how I was going to die?

We were driving at high speeds, avoiding the small roads and sticking to the freeway. My eyes were accustomed to the dimly lit vehicle. I decided if I was going to die, I should at least know what was happening. As I made to open my mouth, Macho man’s phone rang.

“Hello ma. Yes ma’am, we got the package. Okay ma.”

The other guy finished his cigarette and lit another one. Package? Am I the package? A woman was calling the shots?

I decided to be brave.

“Good evening sir. Please sir what I have I done? Where are you taking me? I beg you in the name…” I began to say, facing Macho man.

The smoking thug gave me a powerful back hand slap to the side of my face.

I passed out.

The room was spacious and wide. Exotic furniture neatly arranged at the corners of the huge sitting room. The blinds were slightly drawn allowing a trickle of early morning sun into the room. There was a huge plasma on the wall and a bar to its left. The walls were painted white with an accent of blood red here and there in the room. The blinds were red, the couch, the reclining chair, the little table and even the bar was painted red. Every other thing was in pure white including the ceiling.

Sophia paced uneasily to and fro. She had a bottle of Baileys on one hand and a wine cup in the other. She was restless. She was worried. Max and Gerrar were yet to get back to her. This was a simple mission. Get the boy, and bring him to the safe house. She did not trust those fools but they had been highly recommended by Gambo. Now they were nowhere to be found.

Her phone rang again, it was the General. She had this strong desire not to answer the phone. But the General always knew. She answered it on the first ring.

“What is the situation on ground, S?” The General asked. She could see the wrinkles on his forehead. The General always knew. She was sure he already knew what the situation was. He had spies everywhere. That was why he was called the General. Everyone feared him. No one dared him. Very few people have met him. And the General hardly calls. When he did, there was trouble.

“The situation is under control sir.” Sophia answered.

“I did not ask if the situation was under control. I asked WHAT the situation is. I am going to call you pretty soon. You had better have an answer for me.” He said and hung up.

Typical General. Always the last to speak and never failing to seize an opportunity to keep you edgy. She knew that he knew the fools she had sent to bring in the boy were MIA. This was her first major assignment. She really did not want to flop. She originally wanted to take a subtle measure. Lure him in with some girl. But that would take time and there was a chance he would not fall for the bait. Force was the only option.

They had been watching Sark for three months now, twenty four hours round the clock. They had a different agent on him every six hours. He had been chosen as the ideal candidate. Perfect height. Perfect age. Perfect face, countenance, education and work orientation. All that remained was to determine his lifestyle and how a typical day for him looked like.

Sophia spent hours going over each agent’s report about Sark. She was always with her radio; the agents would phone in to say that he had changed routine or gone somewhere away from their jurisdiction. This was where her leadership came in. She would order them to follow or let him be. She had pulled her strings twice.

Sark had made plans to travel out of the city. He had bought a ticket to fly to Accra. This was going to put a huge hole in their plans. He had to be kept in the city at all costs. A call was made to the General. Sark was held back at work and denied leave to travel. Another time, his office had made plans for his department to travel for a refresher course in Kenya. Sophia was informed. The trip was terminated. They had contacts everywhere including the government. When they wanted something, they always get it.

They had considered kidnapping his girlfriend. The General did not want the silly police force involved. They would just be crawling everywhere, impeding progress. This was going to be a snatch and grab operation. Very few witnesses, if any. Sark lived a reckless life. His mother hardly monitored him. She believed he was capable of handling himself. They sometimes went three weeks without communicating. He had no close friends. His girlfriend was travelling out of the country. She was the only worry. A slight worry that could be easily fixed.

So they had decided to ‘grab’ Sark. They waited patiently for the opportunity. A black Toyota Prado was parked across the street opposite New Inn, the hotel that Sark and his girlfriend were in. They waited for five hours, listening in on their conversation and their sex. Sark had been bugged. As usual. There was a different agent every day and a different agent for this purpose. A handshake, a hug, a collision, whatever brought physical contact. And they were good.

The microchip was planted on him. The transmitter was live. Sark never suspected anything. They most times knew of his plans for the next day. So they had planned the smash and grab to perfection. They knew he was going home to see his mother that evening. They knew his girlfriend was going out of the country. They knew he would always wait to cross the road when he got down from the “Troski”. That was when they would strike. They only hoped that he would not cross the road too soon or decide not to go home. If that happened they would have to hatch another plan.

A Toyota Camry was at Agric bus stop waiting for the signal to know when they would move. The Toyota Prado trailed the bus Sark was in. It was easy. Sophia was listening in the whole time via radio communication. She chipped in orders here and there and monitored the whole operation.

The Toyota Camry traced the “Troski”, increased speed when Sark got off and picked him up at the bus stop. It was done. Mission accomplished. She called Gerrar to confirm if he had the package. He was positive. The journey would take approximately 9 hours. They knew that. All contingency measures had been put in place. All possible loopholes were closed and taken care of. And if anything else came up unexpectedly out of the blues, there was Max.

He was the brain. He had the ability of split second thinking. He was able to come up with ideas to go past seemingly impassable hurdles. But Sophia did not envision any problems. She had spoken to Gerrar again at 2am when they were leaving to Benin, All was going smoothly. She had decided to take a much needed nap.

She woke at 5am and found 7 missed calls and a message on her phone. All were from Max. She checked the time of the calls. 3:19 am. She checked the message:

“Mission in jeopardy. Bees on tail. Taking precaution.”

She panicked. She called the number. Switched off. poo! Why wasn’t she awake? She was angry with herself. She did not panic. The ability to keep cool under life threatening pressure was one of the abilities required of the agents at her level of clearance. She took a bottle of Baileys from the bar and calmed her nerves with the creamy alcohol.

She was pacing and thinking. Then the General called and almost made her lose her wits. She was not called The Iron Lady for nothing. She thought for a while.

She called Eddy.

“Eddy. Yes. Take an SUV. Government plates. Take the mission route to Benin, Sniff out Gerrar and Max, Keep your eyes open and you head low. This is a Code Yellow. And take Mark with you.”

She hung up.

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