In case you're wondering why I rarely talk about my family or my friends' families, It's because they are like Chibuike.
Irrelevant to this story.
So, that day, school went well.
I couldn't wait to head over to Rathore's Foods.
Not just because I wanted to know our next line of action.
I was starving.
My parents had travelled and none of my siblings would cook for me.
Plus, I sure as hell didn't want to cook.
So, it wouldn't be too bad to blow some amount of cash for La Indian food.
Sorry, that's French.
So, I got home, showered, prayed and proceeded to do house chores.
Good boy!
I texted Adewale asking if I could come along with the head.
His answer was an uppercase yes with seven angry emojis.
I put on a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans and gently inserted the head into a bag then hung it on the left handlebar of my bicycle.
Do you have any idea how weird it is to have a human head in your possession and casually handling it?
I don't think you'll ever know.
But it's traumatizing in the extreme.
I don't wish that for any of you.
Especially when it is the head of your best friend.
No pen, pencil or computer can express how weird it feels.
That's why I don't talk about it much.
Anyways, I got my muscled butt on the bicycle seat and pedalled off furiously.
After a while, I was there.
Late as usual.
They all stared at me.
Adewale looked at me like I was his long lost son while the others had mixed expressions.
Rathore's Foods was quite big, beautiful and clean (for an Indian).
Adewale had picked one of the cheapest tables and we all went in.
P.S. They were outside the restaurant when I arrived.
We sat.
"Did you bring it?"
Adewale's voice was almost a whisper.
"Of course. What do you think is in the bag?"
I asked sarcastically.
"Alright, Good evening guys. Let's..."
His voice faltered and he didn't speak anymore.
We could all sense frustration and somewhere in there, fear.
He seemed a bit frightened.
We all started talking.
I don't remember much of the conversation but it began with us questioning Sally's theory.
The incident at my home had proved her theory wrong.
Or had it?
She knew what we were trying to say but she wasn't going to accept defeat.
She challenged us to prove her theory (or hypothesis) was wrong.
We were kinda quiet.
This wasn't a fight, Sally.
But who would tell her?
She could be quite competitive at times.
How else did she win seventeen debates in a row?
"Actually..." She began.
"From a logical standpoint, it proves that I was correct. They are after Azim's head because they are serial killers and Azim's head is the last piece of evidence that could be used to incriminate them..."
"So how did they find out that it was at Kazim's house?"
"That's easy. The same way they found out that it was with you as well. They probably have tracking devices, GPS and access to CCTV cameras..."
"CCTV cameras?" Tochukwu said, almost laughing.
He was right.
Over there, there were little or no CCTV cameras around.
Even Rathore's Foods didn't have one.
It was just two big companies that had one in front of their gates.
Nowhere else.
Plus, we hadn't even passed in front of those companies during the "transportation " of the head.
So CCTV cameras were out of it.
Everyone knew this.
But Sally wasn't daunted.
"I have a fun fact for you." She began.
What on earth could she be going on about now?
I groaned inwardly.
"Have you heard of InstaCam?" She asked.
"You mean Instagram."
Tochukwu corrected her like he had been waiting his whole life to do so.
"No. InstaCam."
We looked confused.
"It is also known as Insecam. It is a website that is known for having surveillance cameras..."
"...and so? There are many websites with surveillance cameras and livecams. How does that even relate to what we are talking about?"
I was beginning to think Tochukwu was just trolling Sally but nevertheless, I still wanted to know what she was driving at.
She shot a death stare at him.
Jumai smirked.
"I know but that's why InstaCam is so peculiar. There are websites that have surveillance cameras and live cams at tourist attractions like the Eiffel Tower and stuff BUT InstaCam is not like that."
Adewale nodded.
"It has live cams at crazy places like random streets, in gyms and in some strange instances, people's houses!"
We all gasped in horror.
Our collective gasp attracted the attention of other people in the restaurant.
We were embarrassed so we tried to act act indifferent.
Aura loss.
But Tochukwu wasn't easily put down.
"I don't believe you."
I was also quite not believing.
It sounded hurriedly made up.
But Adewale and Jumai were in no doubts at all.
They trusted Sally blindly.
Sally's face held a stony expression as she turned to him.
"Switch on your phone and search it up."
"Search what up?"
"InstaCam."
We all did so.
But as I reached for my phone, Sally looked at me in a hurt way.
But what happened?
I didn't do anything.
I pretended not to see her facial expression.
However, she was right.
InseCam (or InstaCam) was a very creepy website with live cams at extremely unexpected places like someone's bathroom!
I felt uncomfortable.
So someone could be going on about with their daily life not knowing that they were being watched by a camera.
It was creepier and much more disturbing than Sally had said.
Suddenly, I saw what Sally was driving at.
Those men could be monitoring our movements through live cams at our area.
But were there any live cams at our area?
Sally replied yes and told us that the bear had a camera eye.
Hold on.
Let me elaborate.
Three streets away from Azim's house, there was a children's fun park with three animal statues:
A lion, a crocodile and a bear.
The bear had a red blinking eye.
We all thought it was probably some stupid design the owner of the playground had come up with.
Tochukwu had even thought the designer was trying to create an hybrid of Po (from Kungfu Panda) and Cyborg.
But it could be a camera, right?
And we had passed in front of the playground when we made the escape from Azim's house the first time.
And I had also taken the same route when I left Adewale's house with the head.
Suddenly, it hit us.