Day three of staying at Arnold house was proving stressful for Nathan. Pretending to be happy with him was getting tiresome. He felt eager to ask him question's but because he could not risk the mission of finding his father, he simply stayed silent and talked less. His conversations were more focussed on his school work and other problems teenage boys faced. Arnold was completely convinced that his nephew was clueless on the whereabouts of Simon. The teenage boy, was alone at the house. He granned a copper coin then opened wide the window curtain to let sunrays in. He placed the coin on the table which was opposite the home camera. By doing this he knew that the camera screen would not be able to detect him. A skill he had learned from a YouTube video.
He then entered Arnold's office as it was unlocked. The teenager began to search through the drawers, hoping to find something, anything that could expose his uncle. After an hour searching, he found a drawing. It was signed by Simon. Nathan didn't understand what the drawing meant. It was a square shape with a circle inside of if. Inside the circle were tiny squares attached to the circular line. Each square had a Hebrew alphabet. Nathan did not understand the language but he knew what it was. He grabbed the drawing quickly and put things back to how they were. He then ran back yo his room and dialed some numbers on his phone. "Hello." Pauline answered. "Hey, its me. Are you busy?" "Well yes. I'm in the middle of something." "Can we meet. I found something in Arnold's office." "What? I told you to be a normal kid, not spy." "Its a drawing, a square with a circle in it." "Where are you now?" "At home." "Okay, stay put. I'm coming." Nathan breathed heavily. His hands trembling in fear. Pauline arrived after 5 minutes. The teenager was shocked. "We can't risk you being here, what if he finds you?" Nathan asked, nervously. "If he finds me I'll tell him I got your call. You wanted help in algebra and I as a caring part time tutor part time butcher decided to help you." Nathan chuckled. "He won't believe you." He said. "Well he will search for my surname and name on the internet and find out that I was telling the truth." "Does this mean your name is not Pauline?" "Its Pauline." "And your surname?" "Its Pauline. P for short. Pauline P." "Wow." "I am a spy. No one can ever know my real name." "OK.." Nathan grabbed the drawing he had found and gave it to the spy. She began to analyze it. "Do you know what it mean?" Nathan asked. "Yes. I have to take it with me. I'll send you a fake one tonight. I'll put it back in Arnold's files." "It was in the blue file." "Fine. I'll call you soon." Said Pauline making her way out.The teenager breathed heavily, two minutes later he heard a bell on the front door. He hurried to get it but a frown fell before his face as soon as he realized that it was officer Sanders on the door.
"Bentley junior, can I come in?" Said the police man. "My uncle is not here." "I know that. I am not here for him." "Did I do something wrong?" Nathan asked, worried. "I don't know. You tell me." The teenager was trembling but he opened the door still. The officer entered with a wide smile upon his face. He looked around the house as if looking for a strange occurrence. "Can I get you something to drink, water or coffee?" "Why would I need those things? I am not your family or your friend." "I was just.. Never mind." "Tell me something son. Do you smoke?" Nathan began to sniff on his own clothing. "No. I don't smoke." "Then why did you open the window so wide when it's this cold." "I just wanted some fresh air to enter." "Okay. That's good. I see you care about your health. Small advice, don't event smoke. Once you puff, you'll never want to stop." "I won't even try it. I hate the smell of tobacco." "Good boy. Tell me something, who was that lady that just left here?" Nathan opened his eyes wide. His heart began to pound at a fast pace. "That was just my friend." He said. "She looks too old to be your friend. Or is there a secret you between the two of you. A love affair, perhaps?" Nathan chuckled slightly. "No, nothing like that. She helps me with algebra. My dad hired her." "Oh. I thought she was that butcher from south street." "Yes. She also owns a butchery. She's a part time tutor as well." "You mean she's the woman who was supposed to meet with your father the day he disappeared?" "Yes. Its her." The police officer sighed. "Well alright then. I'll be on my way then." He said.Officer Sander's got into his car and drove to the police station. As always it was busy. The other officers respected him greatly. They nodded at him whenever he entered. They even went to him for advice. He closed the door to his office then sat comfortably on hi chair. However, he did not believe Nathan's story about the butcher-tutor friend of his. He dialed Arnold's number.
"What do you want now?" The Bently brother asked. "What do you know about Nathan's tutor?" "My nephew doesn't have tutor." "Are you sure?" "Yes. What's this all about?" "Seems like you have a liar for a nephew. He's good. He's really good." "Meet me at the office in an hour." "Alright then."Officer Sander's drove to Bently industries and found Arnold waiting for him in his office. He was clearing up some paper's while his colleague's grabbed their files and left. "I didn't realise the law enforcement had already arrived." He joked. "Bring me a scotch, would ya?" "Unfortunately there's no scotch for you today. You accused my nephew of lying." "Well I was being truthful. He did lie to a police officer. And that it a criminal offense. He can get charged for that." "He's a teenage boy. He was probably scared." "I am not a monster. But I am scary, many have said." Arnold rolled his eyes. "You said you wanted to tell me something." "I was doing my routine drive and I saw a perculiar sight. A woman was leaving your house, I didn't want to scare her off and so I watched her from my rear mirror. She was older in age, but she was in good shape." "Did you see her face clearly?" "No. But when I asked your nephew about her, he told me that the woman was a butcher as well a
The spy made a copy of the drawing then drove off. She parked three houses away from where Arnold lives. She called Nathan on his phone. "Hello." He answered. "Can you check if your uncle is asleep. I want to get in " A few seconds later, Nathan realised that he was still alone in the house. "He's not here." Pauline did not see a reason to sneak in. She came in through the front door. "His office is still open." Nathan whispered. "Good." The spy entered and placed the drawing in the blue file as quickly as she could. "Did you find anything useful?" "Not yet. But I will let you know when I do." Said Pauline, lying. Nathan had kept the lights off thinking that the two of them would not be seen by the camera, but they didn't know that it had its own smart features.The camera had a thermal sensor, the function only switched on when the room was dark. The immense work had been put on to keep the house secure. There was more to it than what anyone would have anticipated. Arnold
In a dark, silent room. The cold breeze hangs in the air. The smell of raw meat fills the entire area. Where an electric saw can be heard from the long passing road. Where the blood of slaughtered animals drip and their bodies skinned. That's where the brunette woman worked. She neither smiled nor laughed. All she did was kill, skin and chop animals. But rumour was that she was no ordinary butcher, she also slaughtered humans. Present day Simon Bentley was running late for a meeting. The traffic had delayed his daily trip to work. This was becoming a habit, of which his brother Arnold, also his partner at Bentley industries was getting tired of. "Excuse me, sorry." He cried, trying to stop the lift from taking off. But it was already full, so he stood by and waited for a few minutes. The lift was now safe to enter. A woman with curled black hair entered. He followed after her, trying to be a gentleman. The sweat on his face was completely obvious as he was running late. He tried
It was about 8pm, when Simon's son heard a strange banging sound in the bathroom. He went to check and found that it was his dad making the noise. "Oh, Dad it's you." "Come on Nate, you could have at least knocked." "Sorry. Whoa! Wait a minute. You never shave at night. Unless.." "Unless what? Mind your business!" Said Simon in a sharp tone. "Who is she?" "I don't know what you're talking about?" "The woman you're meeting with." "She is none of your business. Don't you have homework to do?" "Not until you tell me her name." Simon rolled his eyes. "You know the last time I checked you sucked at algebra." He said. "I am working on it, I got a B on my previous class test." "You see. A B is second class. Our family doesn't do second class. We ace it all." Nathan frowned. "If we aced it all, mom would still be here." He said, in a low voice. "Your mother chose another man over us. Its not our fault she's gone." "But you could have fought for her." "Well, that's not my pl
Somewhere in a dark room... Simon sat on an old bed. The mattress was dirty and the room looked filthy. As if it had not been cleaned for months. Two rats passed by, chasing each other. He felt pain on his entire body as well as his face. His hands as well as his feet were both tied. The room had a small opening on one side of the wall. A small light could enter. Since it was full moon, there moonlight showed its presence. It gave the man hope with its brightness. His throat was aching from all the shouting he had been doing trying to find help. But no one seemed to budge. Tears came down his cheeks as he started to think about his son. But how did he get here? He wondered. Suddenly, a person wearing a black mask it was a woman. He recognised her body shape. There were breasts and a feminine figure on her. Yet he could not see her face. "Who are you?" Simon asked, nervously. The woman did not utter a word. She only gave the man a tray with a bowl of food and milk as well as a ci
Nathan felt confused. What else did he not know about his uncle, he wondered. "Let's find it first." He said. "I searched all the drawer's, its not there." "I found this door locked." "I got in through there." Said Pauline, pointing at the ceiling. "You are a spy, do you work for the CIA?" "I used to but now I work alone." "As in a freelancer?" "Yes." "Cool." Said, the teenager in a cheerful manner. "If the laptop is not here, then it must be at your home." "Uhm. Yeah, probably." "Can you take me there?" Nathan was still skeptical. "If I wanted to hurt you I could have done it already. Now will you trust me?" Pauline asked. "Fine, I'm only doing this because I want to find my dad. He is the only parent I have left now." "Where's your mom?" "It's a long story and I just met you." "I understand. Let's go now then before those guards wake up." "I thought there were no guards tonight." "Well, they were guard's. I just put then to sleep, temporarily." Nathan chuckled.
Arnold went to his library. He sat there thinking. Where could his brother had hidden the laptop. He grabbed his phone and began to dial. "Sander's here." The police officer replied. "Its me." "Did the boy speak?" "He knows nothing. I'm convinced " "And the laptop?" "He doesn't know anything about it " "Good. We have to keep it that way. Is it safe?" "The laptop?" "Yes." "I told you that my people are reliable. We will only release him once his spilled the beans. We need that weapon." "Don't forget my share." "You know me well. I won't." "What about the prisoner?" Arnold rolled his eyes. "What about him?" He asked. "After his done his job, do we keep him?" "He is still my brother. We can't kill him.", "But he is a loose strand." "He won't have anything to say because he is heavily drugged." "But he will remember our faces." "He won't. He'll be so messed up in the head that doctor's will recommend he goes to a mental hospital." The police officer chuckled. "You
Nathan woke up feeling tired as he was having a sleepless night. His thoughts were on his father, whether he was still alive. He noticed that his uncle was not at the house as his car was gone. The teenager looked up at the ceiling and noticed a camera had been newly installed in the house. That made him feel unsettled. He took a bath and left without even eating. He no longer trusted his uncle. If he could plot his own brother, who was he to him? He thought to himself. As he took a stroll in the neighborhood, he heard a hooting sound of a car. He turned his gaze and noticed that Pauline was inside of it. The teenage boy quickly ran towards it. Then entered at the back seat. "Can you take me out of here!" The boy cried. "I'm afraid I can't. Things have changed." Said Pauline. "What do you mean things have changed?" "You will have to stay here and look out for Arnold. If you run away from him now, you will look suspicious." Nathan breathed out heavily. "I need a gun then." He s