Chapter27:Snared

“Yes,” he had replied. “Besides I feel unsecured here. This is a suburb with few dwellers. One can easily be killed and buried without stress. Let’s relocate to the nearest town where there is crowd.” He drifted to her. “Crowd is a good hiding place. We will check into a hotel, come on. I got some buck.” He felt his pistol in his waist before he looked in the mirror. His disguise was still intact; the Arab woman looks. He lifted their bags, peeped through the curtain. Outside was quiet and filled with the winter wind. He looked at Opula before walking to the car.        She stared into her thighs. “Oh my world, I’m wet, Ferg.” Oh, shit, not now Auntie Uju is out to fetch the police, she had thought.  “Can’t you fuck me for some seconds, even a quickie.” She had said through the window.       “Come on we are running out of time,” he had called from the car.        And that was it. Since they left they had been searching for any priest of voodoo in town. Opula recalled a handful of voodo