THE TORTURE "I'm not afraid of you," Mr Benson said bravely. "You couldn't handle me when you were a much younger man, is it now that age has shrunken your balls?"Mr Santiago didn't flinch at his insult. He had handled hardened criminals; sterner and tougher than him, and they usually cracked in the end."Ah, I can see you remember me too well." He made some guttural noises with his throat. "How would you enjoy being humiliated in front of this young lad?" Mr Benson turned to glare at Caleb. Then let out a peal of cynical laughter. "He sure looks like he could do with a bit of entertaining - something that has obviously been lacking all his miserable life."No one saw Caleb's angry outburst coming. He surged forward and landed Mr Benson a resounding slap across his puffy face. He saw the surprised look in his eyes as his cheek reddened. He then followed it with a blow that sounded like iron hitting a wall on his fat nose. "Plop!"Blood spluttered from his nose. Mr Santiago looked
MUMBAI"There might be no need for you both to continue to stay in Brazil." It was Mr Santiago speaking. "My men can handle any and every investigation you need to be done."The DPO nodded his head looking at Lord Dezani for his opinion. He must have also thought the same thing. Mateo turned to look at Caleb who was leaning against the cold stone wall in the corridor."I think I agree with them. They are professionals and know better. Besides, there's the company to get back to. And I also have other things to do."His grandfather patted him on the back. "You're always thinking like a Dezani. Your Papa would be proud of you." The brief silence that followed his comment let the other two men whisper within themselves. It was a discussion about who will be in charge of the prisoner's welfare. "Mr Benson can't survive for long without food and water," the DPO pointed out."I will have my boys take care of his stomach - so long as he's cooperative." That last part needed to be emphasi
THE SURPRISE MEETING There wasn't much to do after speaking on the phone with his grandfather. And he didn't feel like going to the office again because it was already late in the afternoon. "Better to make an early start tomorrow," he said to convince himself. The truth was that he was having mixed feelings about seeing Liliana after the way his conversation with Lord Dezani went. So Caleb thought to use the remainder of the day to go out sightseeing. He didn't know any place of interest in Mumbai except what he read up on Google and the few places he had seen on drama series in Bollywood. Putting on a pair of army-green Chinos with a butter-yellow round-neck T-shirt and black trainers, he carried his black summer coat in case the weather gets cold and stepped out to the reception. "Going somewhere, sir?" the receptionist on duty asked him. "Yes. But I can leave my keycard at the reception if it's the hotel policy," he said, sensing it might be the reason the oval-shaped face
CAN I TRUST YOU? They found a space beside the dome to the right and sat on the stone slab. It was getting rather cold and Liliana started to shiver despite wearing her coat. Caleb quickly remembered her history with pneumonia and asked whether she would need something hot to warm her a little. "Tea or coffee?" "Can we get a steaming cup of coffee around here?" Liliana echoed rhetorically. Caleb's eyes darted around searching for a cafe spot. Just then a man walked up to them and offered to show them where the coffee shop is located. Lilliana sighed with relief. They went and sat down at one of the tables. While waiting for their order to arrive, Liliana told him everything that happened after he left for Brazil, including how the police were able to arrest one of the men who was sent by Pedro to harass her. "The guy went to my house in the middle of the night not knowing I was out of town," she said amidst clattering teeth. Caleb observed her reaction and turned around impati
STRANGE CALLERThey sat there not talking for another five minutes. Caleb offered Liliana his handkerchief to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. "I don't know why I'm crying like a baby. I'm sorry for letting my emotions run away with your story." Liliana said as she cleaned the mess on her face. "It's because you have a good heart. Even though at first I misjudged you to be an arrogant bitch." Liliana smiled amidst her melancholic state. "Everyone always thinks that way at first.""Everyone, you say? That's hardly surprising," Caleb said laughing lightheartedly. He was surprised at how comfortable he felt sharing his past with her. And now he was becoming curious about her own past. "Can you tell me a bit about yourself?" he asked as the waiter came to clear their table. Caleb realized his coffee was getting cold and drank it in one gulp. The waiter took the tray away. "I would say my childhood wasn't so much fun as I grew up without a father." Liliana began and her eyes started t
THE HEAT IS ON"Should I be scared?" Caleb snorted derisively. He folded his hand into a tight knot that it began to tremble. His blood was boiling at the audacity of the man. Lozano laughed again scornfully. "You are no match for me - just like your father." Caleb felt a muscle in his heart snap, his pulse was racing discordantly, and the phone in his ear felt hot suddenly. He had to muster the last of his willpower not to smash it to the ground. "You might be hiding behind your phone to mock me tonight but," he bit his lower lip, "I swear by every fibre in me, I will make you pay for what you did. You and your boss!" At the mention of the word 'your boss', he heard the man at the other end grunting. Perhaps he wasn't aware that Mr Benson had confessed and that his family knows about the connection between him and Don El-Zaki. And how he merely acted as the middleman for the Don. In the Mafia world, between the Don whodictated policy and theoperating level of men who actually
TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME Caleb ignored him and waited for the video. He was getting impatient because he was worried about Liliana. She would be wondering what has kept him for so long. Finally, the man punched a few digits on the keyboard of the desktop in front of him and said, "Here, take a look," turning it to face Caleb. Caleb pushed himself forward, his body almost leaning against the desk. The footage showed the outside of the pharmacy shop. He could see the man who gave them the ride as he went back into his car. He started to turn the key in the ignition but his phone suddenly buzzed from the front passenger seat. He sighed and punched the receiver button. "Yes, boss." He said in a measured tone. "Could you please increase the volume?" Caleb said, looking up at the manager. "I want to hear what the caller is saying." But the manager was staring back at Caleb with disguised curiosity. His mind was fixed on the card he was holding. From the moment he saw it, he knew he
HE DIDN'T SEE IT COMING When he first saw the numbers, he wanted to brush the necessity of it aside saying he was in no danger. After all, this is Mumbai and no one knew he was here. But his gut told him to just copy it in case he had trouble locating back his hotel. Now it seems he has found a purpose for it. As soon as the line started to connect, he changed his mind and decided to send a text instead. Who knew whether this driver was in league with the other one? "This is Caleb Dezani from Orange Platinum Hotel. I stepped out to the National Gallery of Modern Art and I have an assailant trailing me. Plate no: DL 3CCN 5081, a red Benz. My vehicle is a black Cadillac with plate no: MH 3CCN 8888." He clicked 'send' and prayed silently for a swift response. Beside him, Lilliana was leaning against his left shoulder snoring lightly. She had fallen into a tired sleep. He reached out and held her hand, it felt warm against his own cold palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze. All this tim