Maria and two other security operatives on duty on the night of the inferno had arrived, before two men. The Crime Officer (CO Clems) and a policewoman who was the Investigating officer called everybody into his office."Now, what you wrote in your statements is what you all are going to say. Or is anyone here who wants to change his or her statement?"There was silence after the CO's question."You. Tell us what you know about the fire incident," he told Maria."I resumed duty on that fateful night by quarter to six in the evening." began Maria," I went round the warehouse, as I always do when I report to duty before taking over. The warehouse was locked with its keys at both entrances. I went to the office blocks, the windows were locked and the A/Cs were off.I went and took over duty.""From who?" asked the CO"From Mr John. Nobody came in. All of a sudden, people outside the premises were shouting fire. I have just finished my patrol and did not detect any possibility of a fire i
Don Marcello, Mystic InvestigatorA call came which threw him up. It could be anybody. He unhooked Maria's hand and gingerly kept it on her leg. Her Left leg. He picked up the call and dived into the restroom as it was the Crime Officer on the line. "We have a kidnap and murder case now at our hands. Would you please, make time to come very early tomorrow morning? As you are now our mystic investigator. " he said, the first two sentences were said with all gravity and the last sentence was a confession and a wish. He looked at the time, it was five to four ante meridiem. He ate himself because of his companion. Unexpected companion, unwanted companion. He stole a look at her face, it resembled the face of a girl who died in love. It was the opposite. It would have looked like the face of a girl who died without love. She had done everything a girl needed to do to win a man, to lure a man into sex. Don cast another look at her--24 years and a half-dressed--in underwear kn
"Okay, guys. Let's summarize this analysis and cook the criminal."He measured the footmarks. One stretch of the palm. From the thumb to the tip of the middle finger and the length of the last finger. He jotted down size 36. The person smoking the non-mentol cigarette, his feet size is 36. "You will see how I will fish him out"He measured the other footmark.A stretched palm, from the thumb to the tip of the middle finger. One and a half of it equals size 42."Let's go," said Don Marcello. " Do whatever I told you.Back at the station, he gave the IPO money to buy packs of cigarettes, menthol, and BH. He was sure the ash at the scene was BH ash. He gave him money as well for takeaways.Writer 2 carried the stuff to the cell and stopped outside the burglary proof."You inmates have to thank an NGO person who visited. He brought all these. Eat as you want, smoke as you want. No pretense." The writer 2 motivated them. " Eat as you can carry on and smoke your brand. Don't mix, mixing is
"Oh! You're a virgin. You should have told me. ""It is time to disvirgin me, stop giving excuses, Marcello. "With his finger inside her, she gasped out "Ohh Gawd. Disvirgin me now. Marcello! Marcello! disvirgin me. ""I -I hope you- you won't say I disvirgined you? ""C'mon why are you talking like this, you ain't a man? " He irritated herDon Marcello accepted he fucked up. Seeing it now as a challenge, he came with force."Is it because I told you to disvirgin me? ""Nooh," he said, but within him, he knew should he fail to disvirgin her, she would hiss. No amount of generosity will clear the shame. She could even doubt why his Melissa ran away. He jacked her leg up. Her right leg, and hung it across his shoulder, and adjusted himself in ten-after-twelve position. Pushing the johnthomas in, the cap was larger than the entrance. The entrance of her sanctuary. There was a struggle between the two. Why was she struggling? Not because of pain only. This was the edifice of God,
"In Nostra Territory! To work for Capo Carlsbad? " Don Marcello chuckled. "Capo Carlsbad! "He once had met him, but not known him. Then, he was an associate under the Sicilian Capo, Boss Joe. But, aside from the intriguing nature of the job, would it allow him to search for Melissa? Hear it, Melissa is a part of Don Marcello. Without Melissa, Don Marcello is atrophied. You know what it means? Half dead. Period. "Put the light! " he barked, getting excited with the prospect of the job. He had told CO Clems he can't take anything in place of his ex. It sounded like a joke to him. It may not be a joke to only him because the general belief is that women abound, why should a young handsome billionaire-- billionaire to those who knew his level-- be searching for an ex? An ex who was not the source of his wealth. "But, love is indescribable. I've realized. I love her whether she wasn't the one that made Don Marcello a don or not. ""Marcello, have you accepted the job? " Maria
The gate at the entrance of Capo Carlsbad's home was like the gate of Heaven, not hell. There was one man that stamps who entered through it. And in the whole face of the earth, only one man was found worthy to enter the home daily. And he was no other one than Reverend James. But Don Marcello's job was different. The man in charge of the gate had read a riot act for him. The first Mafian law and as it applies here: No informer. That's a busybody. The fourth law, the law of omerta is sacrosanct. He warned him. No name in Heaven or on Earth will save a breaker of the law. Don Marcello's job was pointed out. "Now, listen." the man in charge of the gate said. " There is a fella, like an evil wind, visiting towns and villages in search of his ex. You will stop him. You will make sure he never entered the territory and step an inch away from where he landed. Not that you will kill him only, we will see his corpse." Don Marcello to succeed in his duty must know the intent and pu
He kept transacting his business in the house he bought. He shut down his laptop to have a sleep.At 5 am, he was up to meditate: How did they know the fella was roaming about in search of his ex? If it were me, I refuse to call Melissa my ex. She is my wife! My confession is my possession! Or are there other fellas out there like me? The informer didn't describe the physical look of the fella. Don Marcello was tired and confused. Nothing is as dangerous as accepting a job steeply in nature which is the only option for survive. To him, the only option to get back Melissa.He set out in this journey not to jump over an town,but from one town into the next,living no stone unturned unless he sees a spark of hope would he change the option.Now, the spark of hope is real. Melissa lives behind the gate He arrived at the gate and affirmed cowards they say die multiple times before their death! The eerie silence behind the gate he termed the gate of Heaven was like there was no life b
Now, Melissa is inside. Confirmed.Don Marcello surveyed the area and found a place to lodge. From the window of his chalet overlooking Albridge Road, he could see the Gate of Heaven. "Very Good. The pay is exorbitant but it is worth it."He ran down for a Cognac and cigarettes. "Maria. Should I call her? No, nothing to think now than to watch at the gate. " he told himself andran down again, drove out, bought a stool, with enough height. Bouncing in, he raised it for the receptionist to see," I bought it now," he informed her.He sat on it like a hawk overlooking the Abridge Road, EoT (eyes on target)Excited, he rang his fingers. This is the time he needs secrecy, this is the time he needs to live like a ghost!He ran down to a car dealer's shop and selected a second-hand Hyundai, called Maria, and told her to go learn to drive and use the Bugatti. "I can drive. But I'll enroll to have a certification. "Maria told him."Do. 'cause you will be coming... Yes, I'm sort of holed up