THE PENALTY Mr Ramirez turned to El-Zaki, his eyes shooting daggers at him. "What have you done to my family?" he roared. El-Zaki chuckled in a tone that mimicked Antonio's own. "Now it seems the tables have turned." Mr Ramirez narrowed his gaze quizzically. El-Zaki jerked his head prompting him to sit down but the puzzled man remained standing. "I haven't done anything - yet," he said slowly, then paused to let the warning in the last part of his word sink in. "You can trust that I have no intention of hurting them. Although that much will depend on you; if you're willing to oblige to my request."Antonio became crestfallen. He could easily work out of the room and order his men standing outside to manhandle the Don until he gives off the location his family is being held. But that might further endanger their lives. Especially his precious Katherine. She was his only daughter. The bright spot in the dark water of his chaotic world. He sat down again and tried to compose himse
THE GRAND PLAN Hart quickly dialled his father's line, the Don answered."Father, there's trouble. Big trouble," he said shaking."What kind of trouble?""I am just arriving at the venue of the meeting, but it appears the meeting is already over.""What do you mean already over? What time did the circular say?""I'm not sure father. I couldn't locate the place on time and your line could not get through when I tried to call.""But that's not all," he went on."If you have anything to say, say it quickly. I want to call the director and explain your foolishness to him," El-Zaki yelled. Hart wanted to argue that it wasn't his fault, but he knew that was a lie. He got drunk with some girl he met at the airport after taking her to a club last night. The two of them ended up in bed and before he could get over his hangover and manage to escape back to his hotel to get ready for the event, it was nearly noon. His father's angry tone would turn to a war cry after he hears what he's about
AN EYE FOR AN EYECaleb ended the call with Mr Ramirez and turned to Fab, "I have a job for you tonight. Do you think you can do it?" "Any kind of job, rich kid. I'm here at your service," he said. "Call me Cab going forward, especially when we're together." Fabian nodded and waited expectantly for him to tell him the type of job he needed him to do. "I want you to kidnap someone." Fab jerked his head up sharply. "Here in Rome, I mean." He raised his eyebrows, "Tonight?" "Right away if possible. We don't have much time," he said and went to open his luggage to remove the small Mauser he had purchased the first week he arrived in Madrid. "And I'm going with you to do it." "No! No, you can't be mixed up in something like that. Mr Ramirez asked me to accompany you for a reason." Caleb was staring at Fabian with curiosity. He hadn't met someone so eager to serve him. Perhaps Mr Ramirez was right when he said he saw a good leader in him. And Mr Felipe Santino repeated the same ea
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST The time was 6:00 am, the chiming sound of the clock indicated as much. Hart stirred and opened his eyes to a nagging headache.He stretched to clutch his head and realised he could not move his hand past a certain point. He groped for his phone to use the flashlight because everywhere was pitch black, but his wrist twisted with the effort. He didn't understand what was happening to him. "Where am I?" he mumbled and tried to sit up. Then it occurred to him that his hands were tied to something like a chain because it kept clanking with each effort he made.He opened his mouth to scream for help, but that only made the piece of cotton wool stuffed in his mouth migrate to his throat.Cold fear gripped him and his eyeballs popped out from their sockets."What is happening to me?" he wondered. Then he tried to remember the last place he was. It began and ended with him dancing in the club. From that point till now, he didn't remember anything else. A growling sound e
THE NEW DAWNIt was not often that a don was deposed. Maybe for newbies, it was a well-deserved punishment to effect discipline within the Mafia organisation, but for a man like Miguel El-Zaki, he considered it a personal vendetta."Seventeen years I have been accorded this honour. And I've lived up to the tenets of the title. I never missed the annual conference for once; not even in the year my only brother, your uncle, died - which coincided with the date of the general annual meeting." He was talking with Hart after his release. The outrageous conditions he was forced to consent to just to have his son back weren't terms he could have imagined himself bowing to if it wasn't for Hart's foolishness and reckless behaviour. He had never stopped berating him every moment he got the chance since that day. El-Zaki had aged by a decade in the last couple of days that followed the incident. But nothing prepared him for the announcement that was to follow later that evening.Hart sat idly
NEMESIS"Your father needs to see a specialist," Doctor Robinson said as he removed his stethoscope from El-Zaki's chest and hung it back against his neck."What is his condition like, doctor?" an apprehensive Hart asked. His mother, Madam Rebecca, was sitting by the foot of the bed. She was beside herself with worry."Well, like I suggested earlier, your father needs to undergo some pathological examinations. It appears he has a defect around his chest region. A scan and an x-ray will tell us what the actual problem is.""Then recommend one specialist right away. Money is not the problem as you know it!" Madam Rebecca said, her olive eyes flashing with impatience.Doctor Robinson, an advanced man; averagely built, round face with a bald head and thick moustache smiled nervously. "We have one renounced pathologist who works at Parklane Hospital but she has been sent to Spain on a special course." "And that's the only one in all of Mexico City?" Hart cut in tersely. "I didn't say so
A TOUGH CALL Caleb studied her for a moment and then asked, "Who?" "The coordinator of the WHO programme. He's my research supervisor in the specialized Advanced Pathology course I'm currently running." "Okay, so does he want you to return to work already?" "Something like that. Although..." she trailed off. "Although what?" Caleb inquired hastily. "He says he wants me back in Mexico City." "And why is that?" Caleb was unconsciously raising his voice. "Because he wants me to examine a patient with a special case." "Who is this patient, if I may ask? Because unless he's the President, I don't see why he can't be brought to the hospital where you work in Madrid for you to examine him." "Well, he's a prominent personality in his own right," she said observing Caleb's disapproving frown. "So are you!" Caleb returned, his voice sounding possessive. It startled Adriana. "You should wait until you hear his name," she added. Caleb narrowed his gaze. "What is his name?" "His name
IN EL-ZAKI'S HOME "You can't return to Mexico City when you've only just got back from Rome," Mr Ramirez argued. He was in his office when Caleb went to tell him of the new plan. "It's important that I do. I am the number one don now and since my name has been announced, I need to see all the men under my command and address them." He didn't want to tell him that El-Zaki was ill, which was his other reason for wanting to go back. Mr Ramirez knew Caleb was right about meeting members of the Mafia group he now leads, however, he felt that if he allowed him to go, the partnership deal he agreed to sign might be affected. "But you still have work to do here in Madrid," he tried to dissuade him. "I have you here, Antonio," Caleb picked up a crystal ball on his desk and fiddled it with his finger. "You can keep an eye on the goings on in Madrid while I'm gone." Antonio sighed seeing that he had run out of excuses to trap him. Moreover, if he forced him to stay, he could use his author
THE ENDCaleb went to DeZ Cosmetics the next day with some men from the ministry to reopen the place. He still remembered a few of the staff there and began to call them one by one.Mr Apollo, the company's supervisor, was the first person he called. "Hello Mr Apollo, this is Caleb. Caleb Dezani. I'm calling from DeZ Cosmetics and I am in the office right now. Do you mind reporting to work?"The man grunted in disbelief. "But the company was closed down two days ago. And you no longer work there. Last I asked, I was told you took over as the CEO of another company." Caleb laughed. "Well, that last part is true. However, the company was under dispute and has now been resolved. I have reclaimed it as the rightful CEO and want you to return to work. Please while coming, do well to call others to report to work too. I shall be waiting at the reception hall."But Mr Apollo didn't call anyone until he got to the company and found out for himself that the place was indeed reopened. It was a
THE TRUTH IS OUT It felt like a nightmare as the black police Hilux which carried Madam Rebecca drove into the ministry. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She didn't know what to expect. She was ushered into the office by the officers who brought her with specific instructions from the inspector. Meanwhile, Caleb hadn't joined them. When the inspector asked whether he was going to the ministry from the station, he replied that he wanted his grandfather to be present during the meeting. "I need to go and pick him up at home." The two men shook hands, "Well, whatever happens, do not hesitate to ring me." "Thank you so much, Inspector. I hope we shall be able to meet and have that drink soon." The man laughed. "I will count the hours till I hear from you. Good luck!" he added. Caleb drove back home and lord Diego joined him to the ministry. Abhi couldn't follow because he had already left for work. But his stepmother, Leah, insisted on being a part of it. Caleb obliged her.
The FINAL NAIL The next man to interrogate him was the meanest of them. His face was cold and unfeeling."Why did you abandon your textile business?""I didn't abandon it.""Excuse me?""I did not abandon the business. I was defrauded and the business collapsed." "That means you went bankrupt after that?" He didn't answer. "Please can you speak up so the next person can take over?" "Not really. I had people who pulled resources together to loan me the capital I needed to rebuild my business." "And yet you didn't. Or did you?" Again he swallowed hard. "Okay, let me rephrase the question. As a businessman who was into textile, after you were defrauded and people loaned you money, did you rebuild your textile business?" "No." "So what did you do? "I went into partnership with someone in another line of business." "And what business was that?" "Cosmetics. I went into cosmetics." "Good. That will be all from me."By the time the rest of the members had interrogated him, El-Za
MAKING CONCESSIONEl-Zaki woke up for the third time since he was shot and realised he was in a different atmosphere.This new place smelled of drugs and drip water. "Where am I?" he asked no one in particular. A male nurse who was attached to him was sitting by a desk writing. He looked up and said, "You are in an infirmary. You were shot but now recovering." El-Zaki tried to look around and the effort made his head hurt. "Who shot me and which infirmary is this?" The nurse was instructed not to answer any questions past introducing himself and offering medical care. "I'm sorry sir but you shouldn't be concerned about that. You are responding well to treatment and your wound is drying up faster than expected. Please tell me if you feel any pain or want anything." The man stubbornly tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain on his side." Oh gosh! My rib!" he grunted. "Lie still," the nurse advised. He looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time for your midnight draught. It will
SLIPPING AWAYIt was Mr Ramirez calling back Caleb to tell him the men at the checkpoint said the truck was merely carrying items for charity.But Caleb knew better than to buy that lie. He remembered his own travel adventure with Pedro. How he had to hide at the bottom of Grandpa Carlos' truck loaded with cow refuse and feed for hours until they got to Woodward Valley from Greenville."But did they offload the entire truck to search?" he probed."I doubt that they did." "Okay. You should get to your hotel and remain inside. I just got info that the police team from yesterday may be visiting Cholula this afternoon." "Is that right?" "So I heard. Or better still, do not go to any hotel. Find somewhere else to lodge until you hear from me again." "But where else is safer than a hotel?" he asked feeling desperate. "I know a place. It's an old farmhouse occupied by an old couple. Fabian's grandparents." "Oh ho! Don't tell me this was your grand plan all along to make your friend see
DISCOVEREDIt was lunchtime and Caleb realised he was starving. All he had eaten the previous day was toasted bread and salad prepared by Hannah and Bella. Then in the afternoon, he didn't have time to eat as he spent it trying to help them settle down at the new place he got for them. Later that evening, he was called to be at Primo Palace and all he took was a bottle of the most expensive wine which he shared with Mr Ramirez. And later on in the night, he drank French wine as they talked.He felt his stomach growling in protest. Even Abhi heard it from his office and teased him. "When Madam Leah was begging you to have breakfast at home you said food was the least of your worries. Now the worms can't bear it anymore that they want to cause a volcanic eruption in your stomach." Caleb didn't know when he let out a burst of laughter. "You're crazy, man!" "I swear I've been so busy that I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can take a month-long vacation." "Sure. You will ne
SHOWING UPCaleb called the inspector of police, and he promptly answered. "To what do I owe this personal call?" he said cheerfully. "To a long-lasting friendship of mutual interests," he replied. Then he added, "I was hoping we could hang out maybe later in the day. What do you think?" "Oh, that would be wonderful. Let's make it eight o'clock this evening." "That's fine by me," Caleb consented. "What venue?" the Inspector asked. "FanFood Eatery." "I shall be there," the inspector promised and the call quickly ended. A notification dropped in Caleb's phone. He checked it was a text message. He hastily read through because he was behind the wheel. A delivery truck just turned up in the El-Zaki mansion. It has spent about 25 minutes inside the premises." The message read. Caleb immediately sensed something sinister. He pulled over and replied to the informant. "Have it followed and let me know its destination." The info made him feel a bit troubled. But he shrugged it off an
DOOMSDAY Everyone's attention was turned in the direction of the intruders. "Gentlemen, how may we help you?" the lady questioned. "It's more about how we may help you," Caleb responded. Barrister Crusoe kept his face down avoiding Hart's gaze. The director spoke next. "Yes, let's hear you out." "Good day, lady and gentlemen. My name is Caleb Dezani of Dezani Cosmetics," he introduced himself. The director narrowed his furrow, and the three men seated to the right of the lady gasped. The other three including the lady shone their eyes in disbelief. "You mean you're the CEO of Dezani Cosmetics!" "That's correct," Caleb said suppressing a grin at their dramatic expressions. The director went on. "How may we help you? I mean you already said it's you who wants to help us, so please, to what do we owe this August visit?" "Well, I was reliably informed that you were asking to see the original documents of DeZ Cosmetics." "Dez Cosmetics isn't the same as Dezani Cosmetics, am I
DETAINEDHart drove with bated breath heading to the ministry. He kept trying to reach his father to find out whether he was able to trace barrister Crusoe but his line remained unreachable.It was almost ten o'clock and his line wasn't still connecting. None of the bodyguards that went out with him had returned home last night. It was as if there was a conspiracy amongst them to abandon the mansion the moment their boss went incommunicado. Everyone was just acting strangely - including his mother. She had suddenly packed her bags after his father left the house telling him she was going on an emergency business trip but that she would call to inform him when to join her. "Where is this business conference, seminar, or whatever taking place?" "We'd be touring round different countries starting from Portugal. Then we'd move to Brazil and so on.""All within South America?" Hart had enquired. But she didn't give a definite answer. Surprisingly, not too long after she left for the ai