BOOMERANG Everywhere fell silent. The humid air became stiff. The chiming sound of the police siren had completely ceased alongside the revving engine of the ill-fated black Jeep. Only the faint chirping noise of birds singing and flapping their wings from a distance filtered into Caleb's ears. He groaned and opened his eyes. There was pitch darkness everywhere. As he tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness, suddenly, a big flashlight from outside was pointed at him; its illumination sparkled against the windscreen. Caleb squinted his eyes and attempted to shield them from the blinding light using his right hand. But he found he could not move it. "Oh, shit! My hand..." he grunted. Something was pressing hard against his hand. It felt moist and warm but solid. He struggled to free himself all to no avail. Then he paused and tried to recollect where he was. A pang of nagging headache hit him with the effort. Caleb lay still seeing as any movement he made only brought him pain. B
THE TABLES HAVE TURNED "How did you do it?" Caleb asked her not believing the sudden turnaround of events in their favour. Or whether to call it a sudden stroke of luck. Adriana chuckled reemerging from the darkness after shackling Detective Alonso from behind. Her clothes were dirty and torn at the side. Her shiny, silky sand-coloured hair which had been wrapped into a pony now hung wet and plastered against her muddy neck. "Come quickly and give me a hand," she said to Caleb as a request instead of answering his question. Adriana wanted him to assist her in dragging the officers into the trunk of their Jeep. "We have to dump them in the Jeep until someone finds them." "Or they die from hunger and thirst," added Caleb. The two of them snorted simultaneously. The night was still dark and gloomy. They managed to drag Andrés and Alonso and shoved them in the trunk of the Jeep. Caleb banged it shut and it locked automatically. The two officers had been knocked out when he hit the
THE SEARCH The next morning had promised to be a cloudy day. The Don sat in his dining sipping coffee from a mug, his phone in his right hand. He had been trying since his waking hour to get across to his nephew to know the latest. Unfortunately, every effort to reach Andrés met with a brick wall. His phone line was switched off. His official line automatically redirected him to his voicemail. His home intercom buzzed on end with no one to answer until the answering machine prompts him to leave a message, which he had done a couple of times. Still, he was yet to get a feedback. El-Zaki was starting to feel really frustrated. It got worse by the fact that none of his colleagues he'd spoken to knew his whereabouts. "He never told us where he was headed when he angrily left late yesterday afternoon," the police officer he contacted, Julio, who also happened to be one of the patrol officers on ground that night at Fenton Hotel said apologetically."Who did he go out with then?" "Alo
TOO CLOSE A CALL Adriana did her best for Mr Enrique and hoped it would work. He was still in a coma and breathing weakly. His wife had woken up after Caleb left and became hysterical such that Adriana had to inject her with a sedative to sleep back.Afterward, Adriana looked around the old farmhouse for anything that could pass for a meal. She was starving. She wandered into the kitchen and found a package of food that Camila had forgotten on top of the counter. It was meant to be their meal for the night: Carlos and herself when they got to the deserted farmhouse. However, after the plans changed and they had to leave in the Jeep with the others, it completely skipped her mind.Adriana tore open the parcel and dug into the loaf of sandwiches found inside. It tasted strangely delicious. She wasn't expecting to find something remotely nutritious let alone tasty. After she finished eating, she decided to take some of it with her as she went out to look for Caleb.She found the key to
THE ENEMY CALLS Two days after the accident, Caleb decided to turn on his newly acquired phone line to communicate with his grandfather. The old man was worried sick having not heard from him for nearly five days. The moment he did, he heard a sigh of relief escape from his lips. "Goodness, my boy! Where have you been? Why is your name mentioned everywhere in the news? And why does El-Zaki suddenly want to talk with you?" That last question piqued his curiosity. He raised his eyebrow. "The Don wants to speak to me about what?!" he asked, both as a question and a sarcastic remark. "I don't know exactly. But he sounded really desperate," he replied. Then added, "In all the years I've known him, since the cruel death of your parents, he has never spoken to me directly. Not even when we used to attend the AGM together."There was a pregnant pause. Then a thought crossed Lord Dezani's mind. "Does it have anything to do with you staying at the same hotel where some police officers are
LET'S CALL A TRUCEBarrister Alfred Crusoe was sitting in his small office in the less busy area of Brava going through some documents when his private phone buzzed. He picked it up and looked at the number on the screen.Don El-Zaki!A look of pleasant surprise spread across his face."The Don? He remembers me today after all these years?" he chuckled. "He must be in some serious trouble. Just like I am in dire need of some serious cash," the shrewd lawyer muttered out loud looking around his dingy office. He had been looking for money to relocate from Brava to a highbrow area where he would stand a better chance of meeting business clients, contractors, and most especially those moneybags criminal politicians who needed the services of an equally badass lawyer to defend their corrupt asses. He was a lanky, tall man in his late fifties. A barrister no doubt but not by any means a 'legal' practitioner. His reputation as a shrewd, conman in suit preceded him. But he was a very smart
MAKING GOOD HIS THREAT "You do not want to make an enemy of us all, Don." The barrister said coolly as he headed for the door. Then suddenly he turned around as though forgetting something. "Think carefully about what I just said." El-Zaki clenched his fist as the barrister shut the door behind him. "Why is everyone daring to stand up to me?" he growled. And the answer came a few seconds later. A notification had just buzzed on his computer which was on the table. He turned it to face him, clicked it open and it read: "The police to reopen investigations into the murder case of a billionaire businessman and his family." Without waiting to read the full details, El-Zaki knew it was the Dezani case. He felt his limbs go limp on the spot. "Did that boy make good his threat already?" Then the words of the barrister flashed rapidly in his subconscious: "You do not want to make an enemy of us all." "Was the barrister aware of something he didn't yet know?" he wondered out loud. His
THE ENEMY WITHIN Caleb was with the comptroller when El-Zaki called. The man saw the call and ignored it. Caleb became curious. "Is that one of the cartel members calling?" "It's the Don's official number," he said. "Maybe you should hear him out," he said with a distracted shrug. The comptroller looked at him askance. "I think if you don't, he'd suspect you are the brain behind it." "I will return his call at my own time." But Caleb didn't like the idea. He wanted to be present when the comptroller spoke with the Don. If he offered to pay him more money than they were offering, the comptroller might be tempted to change his mind. *** Barrister Alfred Crusoe got back to his office more furious at himself than he cared to explain to Linda. "If there are other appointments for today, they should be cancelled. I'm leaving the office for home," he announced as soon as he stepped into the reception. "Any problem, sir?" the petite lady asked, a slow frown creasing her forehead.