The Twist - Episode 38

 

Amaka woke up with a slight headache.

She was a bit confused.

Something bumped and vibrated under her.

She realized she was inside a moving car.

What is she doing inside this confined car?

She made to stand up and heard a strange voice near her.

"Should we contact the father or the husband?"

"The father will do. From what I heard from my source the husband don't love her a single bit . So the father is likely to pay up soon."

Another voice said.

"I don't think so, if he is willing to pay he won't bother searching for his daughter. He will sit and wait for the ransom demand. Let's contact the husband."

Said a cool voice that sent chill down her spine.

The blurred picture began to take shape.

She remembered how a thin youth smashed a gun butt on her head.

So she's being kidnapped! She wanted to stand up and look at their faces, to scream for help, to run as fast as her legs could carry her.

No, they will shoot her.

She saw the guns and how they shot at Bashir.

She remembered her daughter Chidimma and held herself with difficulty from crying.

Is she dead? The only way to know is to stay alive.

She will remain silent and listen for more info.

She did not feel any pressure on her wrists or ankles so they did not tie her up.

Well, she stands a chance of escaping.

The car bumped for some time and stopped.

She quickly closed her eyes and seized her breathe.

Somebody opened the door and roughly dragged her out.

Yea, her feet and hands are free.

She loosen her body when the man lifted her like a sack and placed her on his shoulder.

The man carried her on his frail shoulder for some distance.

Like 150 meters.

Amaka was counting the footsteps with her eyes closed.

He dumped her on the ground.

She could smell dead leaves, decay plants and dry branches.

So they are inside the forest.

She slowly open her eyes to a squint and saw two pair of feet.

Another pair joined them.

"I will make the call now. We don't have much time."

Said a voice.

Amaka controlled herself with difficulty from standing up and run for it.

"He is not picking"

growled the voice.

"We need to make the ransom demand as quickly as possible

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. They have sealed off all the exits. Call the father now!"

"Shut up you loafer, you are entirely useless in this operation.

Read " Unholy Condemnation " by the same author ( Best Stevenho )

. I have been working with you for a year now, you ought to know the techniques but you just sat in the car. This kid here recently joined the team and had been doing the whole work by himself. I won't hesitate to shoot you if you choose to be a nuisance"

Another voice threatened the first voice.

"A think he is right boss, call the father and make the ransom demand. Tell him to call off the search with immediate effect. Let him know we won't hesitate to kill his daughter if our request is not carried out in the next ten minutes."

The cool voice said.

"I am not with his number. I will call my contact to send it"

replied the other voice.

Amaka stared at the nozzle of the gun one of them was holding and fear took hold of her.

Will they kill her?

"Hello Stella, send the number of Chief B.C Okpara to me ASAP. The husband is not picking... Don't bother where we are, send the number now! ... Excuse me, what did you just say? ... Listen Stella, I don't care if she is your friend or not, I won't hesitate to shoot her if I am pushed to do so. Find a way to get that number and send it now!"

The voice said and cut the call.

Stella! Amaka heart did a somersault, Rush of cold wave swept through her...

Bashir's POV

Bashir studied the tyre tracks on the sand and looked in the direction it leads to.

Searching for them alone in the bush will be difficult but with him alone doing that, he had a chance of moving silently like a ghost without them knowing.

He had decided to go on the operation by himself.

Too many crowd will scare them away and they might even kill Amaka if they realized they are surrounded.

They are only 3 in number.

They could be more but that's his duty to find out.

He had called the Director of the Federal Security Services who was his immediate boss in the army the moment he started to pursue the kidnappers in Amaka's Rolls.

He had called out his identification secret code and told the brigadier general everything.

The director quickly notified the inspector general of police and within minutes the hunt for Amaka started.

All the patrol cars were instructed to proceed to the new 12.588 police formation which means blocking of roads.

All the exit roads out of the city center were quickly blocked by police and army armored cars.

The brigadier later called Chief B.C Okpara and told him about the snatch.

He had assured the billionaire his boys are working on it and was happy to tell him the inspector general had sent out two police helicopters to hunt down the kidnappers.

They have the description of the car and within minutes they will catch up with them.

They kept it off the media and warned the patrol teams not to leak the news until Amaka was found.

They tried calling Mark to notify him but he is not picking.

An urgent SMS was sent to him to stay in his office until the police secure his wife.

The entire city became live with police and army activities.

The helicopter pilot who spotted the Honda CRV by chance had been sending out reports of progress to the patrol cars.

Bashir who happens to keep in touch with headquarters got the info and drove straight to the road.

He Knew the city like the back of his palm and took the shortest cut to the Mapped road.

He saw the dumped Honda CRV and 2 police cars when he got there and an angry man who was telling the police about his lost Volkswagen golf.

Bashir had drove off on his own and soon saw another track road that leads to the forest reserve.

He made a quick calculation, with the helicopter searching for them, the only place the kidnappers can disappear easily was the thick forest.

Instead of driving straight to the road that led to the outskirt of Lagos, he took the track road by his right and headed towards the forest.

He drove for some minutes and came down.

He examined the road.

Vehicles hardly come through this way and only a pair of fresh tyre tracks was visible on the road.

It ran for some meters and diverted inside the shrubs.

Bashir picked his gun from the Rolls Royce and advanced towards the bush in a crouching run...