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.
WE NEED A DOCTOR Pedro had lost consciousness. His wound was starting to form gangrene. Camila went to assist in bringing him out. It was a bit difficult but they succeeded in the end. "Is there something you can do for him?" Caleb asked looking anxiously around the deserted farmhouse. It was smaller than Camila's house at Farmville but had the advantage of a river that they could access in case the chase became more intense. "I could try something but at this rate, he might not make it without seeing a medical professional," Camila answered honestly. Caleb gave her word a thought and wondered if calling Doctor Fernandez and asking for her help might be a good idea. He hadn't contacted her since he was kidnapped and taken across the Caribbean Sea. The thought gave him an instant sense of dread. Adriana would be very mad at him. But she will understand when he explains everything to her, he thought out loud. "Just do whatever you can for him. I'm going to make a few calls and see
ACCOSTED BY THE POLICE "What's the matter, Camila?" asked Caleb stunned. But Camila only began to weep. "Come on, talk to me. What's wrong? What did your husband say?" he kept probing her. When she still refused to speak, Caleb bent and picked up the phone and placed it against his ear. He heard it too. Gunshots and shouting. Camila looked up just then and saw the look of horror on Caleb's face and wailed. "They've shot my husband, isn't it?" she sputtered. When she got no response she continued bitterly, "What am I going to do now? I can't spend the remaining days of my life a lonely, sad widow." Camila's continuous cries and lamentations made Caleb feel hopeless and distraught. He felt responsible for her misfortune. "I'm so sorry, Mrs Enrique," he said without looking at her. That was the first time he formally addressed the old woman after they became acquainted. And it seemed befitting at the time. "I have watched many people I love either get killed or murdered in cold bl
THE TRUTH IS OUT "We can't continue to stay here!" Caleb announced as he burst into the living room. Camila who was saying something to her husband looked at him askance. "What is the matter?" He swallowed hard, not knowing how to put it. After he abruptly ended the call to Doctor Fernandez, he turned around to relay what he just heard to Carlos but noticed he was no longer outside trimming the flowers, his sense of fright went overboard. "I can't exactly explain except that I suspect the police might be unto us any moment," he answered, reaching for his jacket which he left on the couch for Pedro to rest his head. "But did you call the doctor?" Carlos asked looking at him in confusion, wondering why he was suddenly acting strange. "Yes, I did." "And?" "And some-someone else answered her phone," he stuttered. "Who?" interjected Pedro. The noise of Caleb barging into the room had woken him from his siesta. "What did the person say?" he adjusted to give him space. "Nothing au