THE TABLES HAVE TURNED "How did you do it?" Caleb asked her not believing the sudden turnaround of events in their favour. Or whether to call it a sudden stroke of luck. Adriana chuckled reemerging from the darkness after shackling Detective Alonso from behind. Her clothes were dirty and torn at the side. Her shiny, silky sand-coloured hair which had been wrapped into a pony now hung wet and plastered against her muddy neck. "Come quickly and give me a hand," she said to Caleb as a request instead of answering his question. Adriana wanted him to assist her in dragging the officers into the trunk of their Jeep. "We have to dump them in the Jeep until someone finds them." "Or they die from hunger and thirst," added Caleb. The two of them snorted simultaneously. The night was still dark and gloomy. They managed to drag Andrés and Alonso and shoved them in the trunk of the Jeep. Caleb banged it shut and it locked automatically. The two officers had been knocked out when he hit the

TOO CLOSE A CALL Adriana did her best for Mr Enrique and hoped it would work. He was still in a coma and breathing weakly. His wife had woken up after Caleb left and became hysterical such that Adriana had to inject her with a sedative to sleep back.Afterward, Adriana looked around the old farmhouse for anything that could pass for a meal. She was starving. She wandered into the kitchen and found a package of food that Camila had forgotten on top of the counter. It was meant to be their meal for the night: Carlos and herself when they got to the deserted farmhouse. However, after the plans changed and they had to leave in the Jeep with the others, it completely skipped her mind.Adriana tore open the parcel and dug into the loaf of sandwiches found inside. It tasted strangely delicious. She wasn't expecting to find something remotely nutritious let alone tasty. After she finished eating, she decided to take some of it with her as she went out to look for Caleb.She found the key to

LET'S CALL A TRUCEBarrister Alfred Crusoe was sitting in his small office in the less busy area of Brava going through some documents when his private phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the number on the screen.Don El-Zaki!A look of pleasant surprise spread across his face."The Don? He remembers me today after all these years?" he chuckled. "He must be in some serious trouble. Just like I am in dire need of some serious cash," the shrewd lawyer muttered out loud looking around his dingy office. He had been looking for money to relocate from Brava to a highbrow area where he would stand a better chance of meeting business clients, contractors, and most especially those moneybags criminal politicians who needed the services of an equally badass lawyer to defend their corrupt asses. He was a lanky, tall man in his late fifties. A barrister no doubt but not by any means a 'legal' practitioner. His reputation as a shrewd, conman in suit preceded him. But he was a very smart

THE ENEMY WITHIN Caleb was with the comptroller when El-Zaki called. The man saw the call and ignored it. Caleb became curious. "Is that one of the cartel members calling?" "It's the Don's official number," he said. "Maybe you should hear him out," he said with a distracted shrug. The comptroller looked at him askance. "I think if you don't, he'd suspect you are the brain behind it." "I will return his call at my own time." But Caleb didn't like the idea. He wanted to be present when the comptroller spoke with the Don. If he offered to pay him more money than they were offering, the comptroller might be tempted to change his mind. *** Barrister Alfred Crusoe got back to his office more furious at himself than he cared to explain to Linda. "If there are other appointments for today, they should be cancelled. I'm leaving the office for home," he announced as soon as he stepped into the reception. "Any problem, sir?" the petite lady asked, a slow frown creasing her forehead.

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMYCaleb was with the comptroller when all this conversation was going on. But before then, something very strange happened. He was on his way home after giving the money to the comptroller when he got an email from an unknown email address. In the email was written detailed information about his parents and DeZ Cosmetics. The sender wrote, "If you need any piece of information regarding what happened to your parents; their deaths and the original documents of the company, you can reach me via this same email." Then the mail went on to explain how the deal between El-Zaki and Barrister Crusoe was struck, and every other detail which the comptroller read out to the barrister during the phone call. It sounded like the job of an insider. Maybe someone was trying to set up the Don. He had stepped on too many toes, apparently. Caleb then immediately dialled the comptroller's line who told him to come over to a secluded hotel somewhere in town. He got into his new Cad