The Director of police was fuming and fussing. He shouted at his juniors mercilessly. He kept pacing to and fro the conference room .He just couldn't believe it. The robberies he thought were gone with the reign of 'Timaru' who he believed was dead. Spike, his accomplice had been arrested , had released all his counterparts and beheaded. This ' Dodger ' was an headache despite having his picture posted everywhere , he had not been apprehended .
He also had outsmarted his best dectective, and even dared to ring them. Perez looked at the faint marks left by the cuffs .He could still hear his mocking voice in his head," you could have shot me when you had a chance."He faintly saw their chief as he presented his lecture. He felt the same wave of hopelessness. He felt the deep rage and hatred boil inside humans without knowing it, he had shouted,"if I catch that begotten son of a b*tch,I swear to skin and kill that m* ggot. I warn every one of you in our midst, he has razor sharp mind. In my life I've aprehended criminals,dealt with cases but I have never been outsmarted."
The room turned gravely quite, the words had been hammered to their ears. They respected the man that had spoken ,he was a hero, a man who was weighed down by meddalions. The conference disintegrated each mummering ,.....' Dodger'. Unbeknownst to them , a major landslide was on the offing.it wasn't even a landslide,it was a tornado which would wreck havoc and destroy their splendid reputation.
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Hashel played happily with other children,she only knew of a man who had sponsored her to that home. Angela , her only best friend skipped the rope.It was a good home, comprising of twenty children, "Lonely Heart Children's Home', specialised on child care. The food offered was high quality,the hostels well maintained with humble and caring nuns who run the home. To Hashel, the place was her home. The man had visited thrice,each time spending a considerate time with her.
At such visits ,he would bring her books ,new dolls,clothes and most of all replenish her dwindling finances. Many at the home fancied her as she was always moneyed.The life in the streets had taught her one principle of good relations; generosity. This she did without boundaries,that led her to being a friend to all and sundry. Every child seemed to be catapult to her and she never complained, lending a listening ear to every plea.
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( Linda's POV)
For the first time,Linda woke up in the same room as with man. She was fully dressed but that couldn't replace the fear of having been assaulted. She studied the room slowly, it was expensively furnished, the duvet that she had laid on,the king sized bed, the shiny mahogany bed table beside it proved it's expensive furnish. Her eyes scanned the bed beside her, to find any traces of having been laid on.
Satisfied she walked to the sitting room only to prove herself wrong. There on the couch,were two blankets, the television set was on. So he slept on the couch huh? While I seriously slept on the king size bed all alone?As she was still in her mental ransack,Dodger entered humming holding a tray of delicacies. He was shirtless, exposing his masculine structure, the big albs that adorned his strong frame. She gasped her brain with myriads of questions. What was this gangster's motive? What was all this hospitality for? Was he really the gangster all over the newspapers?
She decided to test the waters," Dodger , thanks for everything, but why all this breakfast?" " I am not a bad person as you all depict me, just trying to alleviate the poverty that had stricken my family for ages. I respected your privacy yesternight , and decided to sleep on the couch," then chuckling, he continued," about this , it's every host - guest deal."
She had never been ragarded as such from another man before. Each time she had to protect herself from being assaulted with her vicious fighting technigue. Thus being respected especially when she was the most vulnerable,having been drunk and tired and worse still from a gangster. She had to reconsider him once more. As the took their breakfast, a text displayed itself on Dodger's phone, making him to drop the spoon and stand up .