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FRED
«Jim, can you hear me? I found Khyla’s phone. I think they are going to Mexico. Advise everybody. We have to intensify the road blocks in the south end of the city. That criminal won’t escape.»
«Ok, I’m going to take care of it. You come back and give the phone to the I.T. guys. The more information we get, the more we can manage to stop them without bloodshed.»
«I told you, Jim. Anyone who sheds the blood of that bastard, will have all my respect. The important thing is that nobody touches Khyla. »
I’m walking back and forth with her phone in hand. As soon as I saw it, I immediately recognized the cell phone holster encrusted with Swarovzky crystals that I bought for her to embellish her iPhone. This, in fact, is one of the numerous presents I gave her during our relationship. Yes, without any doubt I filled my darling Khyla with a lot of presents, during the few months we spent together. Anyway this doesn’t honor me because each present is connected to something I had to be forgiving for. The earrings for having forgotten the month anniversary, the phone holster because after a night spent to drink with my friends, I vomited on her favorite rug. Not to tell about all the times I went home with bunches of flowers. Every time I gave her roses or tulips, it was because after work I went in the red lights district. We were ok in bed, but she was never enough for me. My biscuit wanted to be dipped more times per day. That’s why I left her and chose Fanny. We both are ninphos and we get on well together. My new girl friend pretends to be posh, uptight, looking-down-her-nose type, but actually she’s a pure race mare. Anything I ask her, she never say no. I just hope she won’t leave me when she’ll come to know that I’m investigating on Khyla’s kidnapping. Indeed, she already could know. Rumors go fast. Maybe this is why she didn’t call yet to tell me the dirty stuff as she use to do at two o’clock in the afternoon. It doesn’t matter. As soon as this story gets to an end, I’ll find the way to be forgiven. It’s sufficient to give her some special cuddle to lose her up. My dirty girl.
As I arrive to the Chinese restaurant, Jim runs to me. He snatches the phone out of my hand and gives it to the technician.
«There it is. I hope you can get some interesting informations from it, Oscar» Jim exclaims, actually thinking that the phone can make miracles in the right hands.
«I’ll try, but it would be better if Khyla kept it with her. »
We already knew it, but to hear this from an I.T. it’s worst. I take advantage of his presence to ask him some questions.
«Oscar, do you think the surveillance cameras can suggest us the way to proceed? »
«I’m sorry, Fred. I began to look at them and I understood that someone has tampered with them all just in the needed hours. A real master shot.»
«Yes» continue Jim. «Actually, even the others informations I collected lead to the same conclusion. The transfer to San Diego was a fake. The point where the cell phone stopped working wasn’t casual. The detainee perfectly knew where to take refuge and how to move. »
«Yet it seems strange that the asshole could have planned it all by himself. » I reply, really surprised.
Jim resumes talking. «No, he couldn’t plan the escape without someone else’s help. Everything was too perfect. This is the reason why we asked informations to the penitentiary police. They informed us that the only one whom which he kept contacts with, was an old friend and cell’s companion, Bartholomeus Dixie. »
«The counterfaiter? The guy has fingers in many pies. He surely had an important part in the flight. Maybe it’s for the best. This means that if we find him, we’ll also find Khyla and her kidnapper. »
«Yes, it would be nice... the problem is that he too seems to be vanished like smoke. »
Damn! Those thugs are reaping a lot of advantage over us, but they won’t be able to get rid of it. Sooner or later I’ll find them and thrown them in jail without any pity.
KHYLA
A hand is touching my arm.
«There we are, Khyla.»
I open my eyes and need some seconds to bring into focus the details. When I fell asleep the sun was still high in the sky...now is getting darker. Much more than a nap...I kept sleeping for at least two or three hours!
I stretch my body and get out of the car. Matthew joins me and takes me by the arm whispering: «Are you ready for the show? We still have to pretend to be a young couple waiting for a baby. »
«Of course! No problem» I sincerly reply. Besides what sense would it make in telling myself fairy tales? I know what I’m feeling. I would really like to be Matthew’s girlfriend and the mother of his child, but I also know that someone played in advance and that I only have to carry on with just a lot of impossible dreams.
As soon as we enter the motel, I look around curiously. It’s an old building, but clean. In front of us there’s a long wood desk and a smiling man welcoming us.
«Good evening, how can I help you? »
«I’m Mister Grasshopper. My companion and I booked a room for tonight. »
He looks at the register very slowly and I begin to tremble inside, while outside I’m showing self control to avoid risking our coverage.
«Yes, here is the key. Leave me your documents please. Are you going to have dinner in the restaurant or you want us to bring it in your room? »
Restaurant or room service won’t change anything. The important thing is to eat something.
«Listen, we are very tired. I think we are going straight to bed. » replies Matthew.
Oh no! I’m not going to fast even tonight.
«But Carl, the baby is kicking. She must be very hungry. Do you mind having something to eat in the bedroom? »
«Ok, Rose. Do as you like.»
And as we go in our bedroom, I’m feeling happy and satisfied. I think is right not to let him step on my toes. Sometimes I have to remind him that I have a stronger character than what I have shown him so far. Because usually I’m strong and determined, but the problem is that I’m also in love.
