“Christ! You guys almost gave me a heart attack” Alexander said as he got into his study.Camille and Victor had returned much earlier and were waiting for him.“How did your talk go?” Camille asked“I can’t say, I told him what he needed to know, hopefully he does not go out of control.”“So he knows about her” Camille said.“Yes.” Alexander replied “and them too.”“Them?” a confused looking Camille asked “Who is them?”“Probably Octavio’s group.” Victor said, then dropped Kristine’s mobile at the edge of the study table where he was seated and motioned to Alexander to pick it up.“What is that for?” Alexander asked.“It belongs to Kristine.” Victor replied.“I know it belongs to her,” Alexander said “but what do I need it for?” he asked.“There is a recording you would want to listen to.” Camille said.Alexander looked at both Camille and Victor suspiciously. “Just a recording? “ he asked.“Yeah. Just a recording.” Victor replied. “I must say… she turns out to be smarter than I thou
Octavio was seated in a diner with just a glass of water set before him. He seemed impatient and glanced at his wristwatch from time to time. He was meeting someone and the person was yet to arrive.It was almost an hour since he arrived at the diner and just when he was about to leave, Alexander walked in with Francisco, with the later clutching unto a well wrapped parcel.Octavio immediately recognized Alexander but not Francisco.“To what do I owe this… visit?” Octavio asked. He seemed unsure as to how he should refer to their presence.They were not the ones he was expecting, but at least their company would do. There were a few people in the diner and they all had two things in common; their joyless straight faces and their dark glasses. Little wonder Octavio wasn’t moved by Alexander’s arrival.Both Alexander and Francisco acted as of everything was okay. They were not under any sort of pressure, and they exhibited no sign of fear.“You always wanted to meet your collector.” Alex
Alexander, Francisco and Victor arrived at a local bar. Immediately the bar owner saw them, he started to dismiss everyone, apologizing as they left and making promises of discounts when next they came around. Although some were pissed, he didn’t care.There was one person he did not pursue anyway, his name John, Octavio’s driver.The three men stood at the door until everyone had left before they joined John at his table.“Hello John.” Alexander greeted as he sat directly across John, then Francisco and Victor sat at his left and right respectively.“I guess it was a matter of when.” John replied calmly.Alexander wore a black jacket and had both hands tucked in the pockets. “Its worrying how someone dropped so low from the pinnacle… the first I can understand, the second? Not at all. Your debt was paid but you chose to stoop lower.” He said.John smiled “What did you expect an old man to do?”“Judging by the ones we see everyday, maybe take some rest, see movies, visit kids, grandkid
The club members were at a meeting where Octavio was being grilled as to what has been going on lately following the death of a member and disappearance of another. Octavio seemed to be absent even though he was physically at the table with them. He was still processing his previous meeting at the diner and the absence of John who had not reported to duty for over twenty four hours already… something he never did.Octavio just stared blankly at the faces of the men who continued to question him over and over. He was in no mood to give them any answer as he already had his plan in motion. He only needed the right time to strike.Suddenly a guard walked in, went straight to Octavio and whispered something in his ear. Octavio excused himself and followed the guards outside.Once he was out of the meeting room, the others began plotting on a punishment for him, suitable to his failures as he had failed to deliver on his promise. Some were in support of the punishment while another group wa
Kristine sat in her basement prison. It has been her room since Octavio kidnapped her and oddly enough, she was beginning to get used to it. Although it was a little bit furnished as a kind gesture from Octavio to make her comfortable due to her condition. There was a nice comfortable mattress, a one seater, a little TV which only showed the news, according to Octavio it was for her to keep up with the happenings around so as not to feel cut off from the outside world. A doctor came around to check on her regularly to make sure she was okay and the guards made sure she always ate.Just a few days in and she was already seeing this place as her final home except a miracle happened and Octavio let her go which was almost impossible. Her biggest hope was Camille who she believed would find her mobile and maybe talk to Alexander but it was days already and she was beginning to think it would never happen.Kristine could hear footsteps descending the stairs leading to her prison. Her heart
“What do you think he’d be doing right now?” Victor asked Alexander.“Partying hard.” Alexander said absentmindedly, then took out a cigarette and pushed it in between his lips. Just as he was about to light it, he glanced at Victor who shook his head. Alexander sighed and tossed both the cigarette and the lighter on the table.They were having a sit out at the bar where they met with John days back. It was something they did often but on this day everything seemed off.“I don’t feel so good today.” Alexander complained. He was obviously in discomfort and Victor noticed even before he spoke out.“Maybe its because you miss her.” Victor said.“You think?” Alexander asked.“I know.” Victor answered“Don’t… start.” Alexander warned.“How?” Victor raised his brows “I’ve seen it before. Not the first time you would be sad due to the issues of the heart”“I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”“One of which is Kristine.”“Well, yes. That is there. But…”Victor observed him for a while, then
Martelli had a meeting scheduled for much later in the evening. Rather than bore himself out with the news, he opted for a stroll. When his driver had not arrived after a long wait and his mobile was unreachable, Martelli decided to take a nap. He set his alarm for 9:30pm and ordered his house staff not to disturb him except it was something extremely important.About twenty minutes after Martelli had laid his head on his pillow for his short refreshing nap, he suddenly woke up. It was as if someone tapped him, but judging by the time interval between when he felt the tap and when he woke up, the person couldn’t have left the bedroom. He reached for his gun under his pillow and turned off the safety.Martelli first went to the door and examined the knob, it was not tampered with. He proceeded to check around the room, but everything was just normal. ‘Maybe it was a dream' he thought as he went towards the window to take a peek outside.The evening weather was perfect but the eerie sile
Police Captain Robert was at the gate waiting when Alexander arrived with the group. They already had an idea of how bad it was from the roadblock and now there was a heavy police presence at the gate.Robert took the group past the gate and beyond the yellow tape. He was the one who texted Alexander while they were at the bar. He had already tried reaching out to Martelli before Alexander but couldn’t because the network at his place was jammed.“Where’s he?” Alexander askedRobert pointed at an ambulance and the group immediately hurried towards it.Martelli was being stitched up.“He refused to be taken to the hospital.” Robert said.“Yeah I know.” Said Alexander “he got trust issues.”Martelli frowned at Alexander.“Does it hurt?” Alexander asked.“No… it stings.” Martelli replied. “They would need more to put me to sleep.”The group laughed.“What happened here?” Victor asked.“I had to take a nap after my driver decided to forget his duties, with the hope of waking up much later