IT'S AN ALL-OUT WAR Andrés felt his face flush in anger. "How are they always getting ahead of us?" he snapped at the other detective who accompanied him to Caleb's deserted room. The man said nothing. Putting on a hand glove, Andrés reached into José's pocket and retrieved his phone. His gun which he didn't have the chance to fire at Pedro or Caleb lay beside his body. "Call in the medical team to evacuate the body," he said rising from the floor. His hand was bleeding at the shoulder where Pedro's bullet hit him. He pressed it with his palm and winced in the pain, before moving to search the bathroom and wardrobe. Nothing seemed out of place. Caleb didn't have many belongings in the hotel. It was just his two shirts and one pair of trousers, the one he was wearing that day. Pedro had advised him to maintain a low profile until the deal with the Don was successfully sealed. Finding nothing of illegality, Andrés sighed and walked out of the hotel room. "Ensure that the staff do
YOU CAN'T STAY HERECaleb turned to see the old man charging into the room. When he heard the question he feared the worst. "Here... we are," he stammered. The man looked him over and queried, "Are you the ones who shot and killed three police officers at Fenton Hotel?"Caleb swallowed hard. "N-no. Never. I don't know where that is." he replied and avoided the man's curious stare. "We are travellers who unfortunately got ambushed by hoodlums and my friend got hit by their bullet." The man narrowed his eyes till his forehead wrinkled. He obviously didn't believe him. "Perhaps I should let the police verify your story," he said and started towards the door holding the handle. Just then his wife reemerged from the kitchen with the bowl of water. "What kept you for so long?" she inquired, dropping the bowl on the table in the center of the room. "These two are not travellers, it would seem," he said scowling at Caleb and then at Pedro's unconscious form lying on their old couch in t
EATEN UP BY GUILT Caleb remembered the last time he saw Fabian's face as his head bobbed up from under the water those few seconds before the police rained their bullets on the spot, and how it turned reddish with Fabian's blood floating over the icy sea. He had thought of going back to search for him - or his body. But Pedro came and took him out of jail and he never got the chance. Not that he knew his way around the swampy neighbourhood - even to date, Pedro still refuses to mention the name of the island. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, do you?" he had nonchalantly drawled when he pressed on him to tell him. "Besides, the shack house was destroyed and everything went down in ruins. You will never have reasons to go back there." That was how he casually dismissed the subject for the third time and he brought it up again. As he sat watching the elderly couple painfully reminiscing about their grandson, it brought a certain guilt he couldn't exactly explain. "I'm s
GETTING HELP Caleb woke up at the first chime of the alarm clock hanging against the brick wall of the old farmhouse. The time was 6:00 am. He stretched and sat up. Everywhere felt strange. He didn't immediately remember where he was until he heard the soft groan of Pedro. He rubbed his eyes and made out his form lying on the couch. The old couple had retired into their bedroom at some point during the night. "Pedro?" Caleb whispered. "Are you awake?" But Pedro could only mumble a few incoherent words. "Can you hear me?" he repeated. "My stomach hurts," he answered and groaned again. "Sorry." Caleb stood up and went to bend over him, "Are you feeling a bit better?" Pedro tried to turn and let out a shriek. "Oh, ouch. My ribs are on fire." The noise alerted the old couple who were only just waking up. They both came dashing into the living room. "Is he awake?" Camila asked Caleb the moment she switched on the light. He nodded. Her husband walked to the head of the couch and
CAUGHT Not long after Carlos left the farmhouse, Pedro said to Caleb, "We have to leave at once.""But the old woman is not ready yet," replied Caleb."We can't wait another minute my friend. The police might be here sooner than later."It turned out he was right. Just then, a police siren could be heard chiming from a distance. Camila put out her head from the adjoining blinds that separate the living room from the lobby with an apologetic frown, "I'm afraid we might not make it out before the police get here. You two will have to find someplace to hide." Pedro gave Caleb a quick stare that said, "What have you gotten us into?" "Hey, I have an idea where you can hide. Come in here at once. I'll handle the police when they arrive," Camila offered, much to Pedro's relief. But the siren sound grew louder. Before Caleb could assist Pedro up, they heard another siren coming from the other side of the road. The two vehicles were heading in the direction of the farmhouse. It seemed as
A VISITOR FROM HELL "Who is there?" Pedro froze. How could he make such a silly mistake when they had almost succeeded? The officer brought out his gun and cocked it, "I said who is there?" he repeated. "It's me," a voice said. "Detective Alonso?" "Yes, Sergeant," his colleague replied from behind the wooden shed outside the barn. But the snotty sergeant was certain the sound came from within. "Did you hear something?" Alonso added after the prolonged pause from inside. The Sergeant looked intently about him and drew closer toward the drum where he suspected the sound came from. Pedro held his breath as he memorized his last prayer remembering the Holy sacrament taught during Mass service in his local Cathedral. The last time he attended church was when he was very little. Yet somehow at such a crucial moment, those words of prayer came in handy. "I am sure there's something in here," he said flaring his nostrils as if trying to perceive a human smell. Then suddenly a gunsho
THE TRIP TO WOODWARD VALLEY It wasn't often that the Don left his mansion to go on a road trip. Thus, for him to have to come all the way, it meant a big deal.El-Zaki looked every bit the Don he was in his three-piece black overcoat worn over a black suit and white shirt. He had on his fedora hat and moved with an air of authority. Carlos took one glance at the approaching man and stopped loading the truck."Hey, Mister. To what pleasure do I owe this visit?" he asked in his characteristic low rumble tone. He groaned and took a suspicious look at the truck. "What have you got in there, old farmer?" "Who are you to come into my property and question me?" Carlos spoke testily, a bit too defensive for the Don to overlook. He turned to look at Nathan who was immediately at his side and smirked, "Oh, my apologies, old man. Let me introduce myself: My name is Miguel El-Zaki popularly known as Don El-Zaki." "A Don?" murmured Carlos, trying to connect his presence at his home with anyt
THE NARROW ESCAPEEl-Zaki waited another two minutes then his instincts told him to wander into the kitchen. As he did, he found the old farmer fiddling with his phone.He made to stealthily creep up to him and seize the phone, but just as he moved past the cabinet by the entrance, his arm brushed against a glass bowl containing some herbal mixture. The bowl fell and clattered on the wooden floor, spilling its content.Enrique who had expected this kind of surprise was smart enough to instantly delete the message from his phone. He spun around and looked down in horror at his wife's already prepared potion smeared on the floor. "Good heavens, Don!" he mouthed. "Why are you creeping up on me? And look what you've done to my medication. Am I also a suspect like the men you're looking for?" he was facing him squarely now. A pang of guilt flitted through El-Zaki's mind but he quickly dismissed it. "You will let me see what you've been doing with your phone, won't you?" he stated firmly.