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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Through The Godless Hours (29)

The pretty pramugari stirred a little as he ran a finger from her waist along the curve of her hip. Silk, he thought to himself. She’s made of silk. As he then kissed the warmth between her shoulder blades, Adi momentarily contemplated rousing her fully, to resume the tender coupling they had shared through much of the night. The girl was a sensational lover: a natural, he privately concluded. And this was no trivial accolade, coming as it did from the young Detective: a man who had already indulged in more women than most would chance upon in a lifetime. No, this was high praise indeed, he now mentally acknowledged, a smile forming on his lips. Gently lifting the sheets from her lower body, he gazed once more at the shapeliness of her legs: stroked the firmness of her buttocks before cupping his hand around and in between, pushing through to something hotter and moist, to the fore. But as the girl then exhaled a sigh and stretched, her expectant thighs tightly clamping his fingers, Adi hesitated – his thoughts returning to something altogether darker; to the challenge he had thrown down, and the inevitable showdown to which it would lead.

Staring absently into the grey early morning half-light of his room, Adi’s thoughts turned to his next move. It’s like a game of chess, he thought, only with pieces made of flesh. Perishable flesh. And blood. Bright red lifeblood. In a game where the consequences of losing were dire. With a clarity of thought he sometimes enjoyed upon first waking, he now saw that his initial enthusiasm had led him to adopt an unnecessarily risky opening gambit. That through his brash urgency, he had carelessly exposed his king, much too early in the game. The gamble had paid off, but it had been a risky move to make. For if the Captain had been in better shape when Adi first approached him, matters by now might easily have been concluded… one way or the other. And the aim, after all, was not to make a quick kill: rather to draw out the whole affair, sucking from it some of the riches on offer, for as long as the game lasted. Adi shook his head, inwardly annoyed at his rashness. Better from now on to adopt a more conservative strategy; to make use of some less important pieces… like pawns… pawns… pawns… It was not long before the essence of a plan began to form in his mind: his thoughts switching to the driver, and the delivery mechanism of his next message to the Captain…

“Please, Detective. Don’t ask me to do that,” the driver had pleaded with him. “You don’t know what he’s like. If he finds out, he’ll… he’ll–” “Look, all I’m asking you to do is take him on a short detour on his way home tonight. That should be no big deal.” “But why? What’s the reaso–” “On any pretext you can think of, my friend,” the Detective cut in, while counting five well used twenty US dollar bills directly into his hand. “Look – that’s half of what you’ll get, OK?” He looked the driver directly in the eye. “Seven sharp – don’t be late. I’m relying on you.”

For someone who usually took an entire month to earn its Rupiah equivalent, two hundred dollars was a mighty big lure. He knew that the money went hand in hand with the risk: that the only real alternative was to do nothing at all. But he was in any case already implicated by his earlier actions; the information he had supplied. His mind flitted from one scenario to the other, then back, until he knew he had to stop dithering, lest a form of madness overcame him. Knowing that there was little use in trying to rationalise the situation, the driver instead asked himself a simple question, while staring intently at the bank notes in his hand: do I have it in me to give back this money? But even before he had begun thinking about this, he knew the answer. This spider sure has a sticky web, he then thought to himself, sighing. And he knew in this instant that he had no real option but to do as he had been asked. But this was no easy mission. It was a big deal, contrary to what the Detective had said. And he was petrified of what might happen to him if the Captain’s suspicions were raised.

posted by Kirk at 2:03 am  

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