Chapter six.

     

They couldn't believe it. There was nothing, not even a single drop of drugs in the flower pots. They distroyed her entire garden, hoping to finally catch Kanzel. But all they accomplished was to break every thing in her garden. 

James and Doneld sent the rest of their team away and asked the maid to take them to carella. 

Carella was sitting on her arm chair sipping tea through a beautiful golden cup. She still wore her sun glasses which now makes sence to both the agents as she was blind. 

When she heard foot steps coming to her direction, she pulled up her tea cup for Mark to place it down on the coffee table.

When they finally reached the living room, Mark gestured with his hand for them to sit as far as possible from Carella.

The room broke in silence. James and Doneld looked around to the result of their investigation. The once beautiful and sparkly living room was covered with soil that was spilled out of the flower pot when they broke them. None of the agents were gentle with Carellas' property. It was their job to make sure that they didn't miss anything. So why do they feel bad?

  Carella sat still with her leg crossed over the other one on her knee and her fingers intertwined with eachother as she waits for one of them to speak. But not a word came from either of them.

James was trying to study her as much as he can. She looked calm for some one who had their entire house wrecked. Shouldn't she be mad for being wrongfully accused? But then again, her cold aura was even colder that the last time they saw her.

  "Does anyone like to explain why you came?" The cold voice came from the man in the black suit- Mark- who was standing behind Carella.

  "If we may, we would like to speak to Mrs. Mink alone for a moment!" Doneld said as he looked at Mark in eyes of suspision.

  "That would not be an option!" Finally Carella spoke with a cold voice that sent chills down anyones spine.

There was something about this woman that trully bothered James. If she really was that well known hostage negotiator that happened to be the last person to come face to face with Kanzel before he disappered, then why was there no evidence in her house? Maybe she has another place she hides the drugs. The flowers did come from her, but non of them are here. There was something they are missing. 

So with out saying another word, James stood and Doneld followed.

  "Thank you for your time." James walked out with Doneld on his tail wondering how they would set a trap. He was sure that Carella was guilty, and he would stop at nothing to prove it.

When the sound of there car fails far from carellas' ears, her shoulders sank down and her straghtend posture leaned back on the chair. 

How dare they? She though to herself. Years of hard work to make this place home and it was torn apart with in matter of minutes and all they could say was 'Thank you for your time'. That felt like an insult, mokery to Carella. She involentarly sighed over and over again.

Her exhusted self worried Mark.

  "Are you alright Madam Mink?" He asked, his tone softer that the one he used as he spoke to the agents. How he dispised them?

Madam? Always with the Madam. Carella always tells him to address her with her name but he never dared. He says he respect her too much and that he is greatful to his Madam. She hasn't done much for him -at least not in her eyes- all she did was help with his mothers' medication and took both of them in after she found him trying to steal some of her jewlery about Ten years ago. At the time she was living by herself and the thought of a strange man roaming around her house scared her. And when she treatned to call the police, she heard his knees collide with the floor as he begged her not to, explaining why he was stealing from her, which was to sell them so he can use the money to buy his ill mother her medicens. Carella thought about the teenager that was kneeling infront of her, he was just a kid. And then she thought about her job. The only reason she decided to work in her field was to help people, to give them hope that they would see the next day and to make sure they live to see the days after the next. So instead of calling the police, she extended her help. She paid for his mothers' medication - who was now working in her house as a maid although she considers her family- and she helped Mark with his studies. Carella paid for his college tuision as well. But after Mark heard about the explosion and the retirement of Carella, he came here with his mother and dedicated his life to protecting her as he finished the rest of his studies online.

After a long silence, carella stood up woobly on her feet.

  "Have these cleaned and store the broken pots at the back of the graden after you have it cleaned. I'm tired. If you need me i will be in Brians' room."

Mark looked at her walking figure with worry. After everything she has been through, after all the kindness she has done, doesn't she deserve a peaceful life?

Carella walked up the stairs and found her sons' room with out a problem. She knows every bit of a cornor in this house. She studied each inche well so she can walk around by herself. She know where to find what she wanted, she knows every room and she knows how many steps it takes to reach her destination.

  Her son was fast asleep when she walked in so she carefuly crawled under the covers of his bed and pulled him in to her embrace. His pure sole always comforted her.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, events of her past started storming in her dreams. 

  Her horrible childhood...The dangerous missions...Her hausbands death...KNAZEL..