SOUTHRAIN CITY NEWS ONLINE
…. The founder and CEO of Double L Waste Management company, Mr Lucas la Martina, is no more. An anonymous call was made, calling for an ambulance. His body was found covered with a lot of burns, and his face is unrecognizable. Police stated that there is a possibility that the person who called for an ambulance is part of the kidnappers who murdered Lucas la Martina. It is the work of very dangerous criminals.
There is also a high possibility that the people who murdered his wife Larissa la Martina are the same people who attacked and brutally murdered him. The case is becoming more and more complicated, because the kidnappers are not asking for a ransom, and no-one knows what they want. Lakeworld has lost a very determined young businessman; a focused business champion who was a mentor to many. His company, Double L Waste Management, served Lakeworld diligently, and it provided employment for many people. Mr Lucas la Martina will be sadly missed in the business world. The gap that he left cannot be filled.
In other very sad news, the body of the young man, which initially was suspected to belong to Dylan de Milo, was finally identified. It belongs to Dan Arrows, a final year biology student at the Yellowleaf University. Dan Arrows was murdered and his body was found in a forest together with the car that belongs to the CEO of Double L Waste Management Company, Lucas la Martina. The police have enough reason to suspect that the death of Dan Arrows is somehow linked to the abduction of Dylan de Milo, Anisha Meyerton and Liam la Martina.
The de Milos have offered more than thirty million dollars to the Arrows family as a way of supporting them during this very difficult time.
And in other news, the issuing of business registration certificates has…..
ISRAEL'S POV
Finding my sister was the priority on my to do list, for I failed to imagine life without Evangelista. I sent out my very capable men to look for her, but there was still nothing. I knew that I had many enemies in our world, but finding them was not easy. Most of them did not have permanent places of residence, so I was really struggling to find Evangelista. In addition to that, some of them were too big for me, and penetrating into their camps, especially without a mole within the same camps, was proving impossible.
Her phone was not going through; which was obvious, because it was obvious that the one who had her would switch off her phone and even throw it away.
No-one among my team knew that I had a sister, except for Terror. Evangelista's existence was a well kept secret. I knew that once people knew about her, they were surely going to use her against me. I felt responsible for Evangelista, she was my only sister, my only surviving sibling. Our parents were dead. Of course along the way of trying to find her, a few people lost their lives. I shot, and I shot to kill. There was no time for games, I wanted my sister and there was nothing and no-one that I was willing to allow to stand in my way.
Between the warehouse and being out looking for my sister, I was becoming seriously enraged, furious and angry. I hated defeat. I needed to find her! The heavily guarded roads did not make it any easier for me. If only I had not taken that de Milo boy! I doubted if police would have been that much alert, if it wasn't for the de Milos' son! The fact that I kept that de Milo boy and Anisha at my warehouse made everything seriously complicated. I trusted Terror, but I could not leave him for too long, because it was not an option for me to have the hostages escape. I needed them there with me.
"I think it's high time we just ask for a ransom," I told Terror. I was running out of options. "It's better we just get the money and run. At the rate we're going, if we get caught, we'll go away with nothing!"
"Why are you hesitating to just send some bullets through that doctor's head!" Terror asked. Since the early days, Terror never hid his itching desire to kill de Milo.
"Why are you that eager to have him dead? Do you two have some issues?"
He laughed a little and said, "No. Never met the guy until now. I just want the thrill, that thrill to pull the trigger on one of those rich bastards! They think they own this world. And as for that girl, I just want to have her to myself. I don't know why you stop us. She is so fine, I really would be happy to have her to myself. Just once…"
"No, Terror. We don't force ourselves on women!" I said with finality. "We have more than enough women who're willing to be with us. We're anything but rapists."
"Oh yes oh yes…that same old story!" he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Why are you so adamant, anyway? She's just some lousy babysitter! And who knows, maybe that doctor is enjoying her day and night. They're always locked in there, who knows what they do when they are alone."
I laughed at Terror's thoughts. "I don't think so," I told him. "I really don't think that doctor will go for her. She's just a babysitter."
"A beautiful one," Terror defended himself.
"Too beautiful, if you ask me. But then, they're both probably too worried to think about sex."
"They have nothing else to do! Trust me, let's set cameras in that room and check them out!" Terror laughed out wildly.
"The girl is too poor for that rich boy." I reasoned, much to Terror's amusement.
He laughed out loudly and looked at me in disbelief: "So boss, you tell me that the rich don't have feelings? He also has feelings and I'm sure he wants to do to that girl more than I want to do to her!"
"He does have feelings. I only meant that he wouldn't want her. He's too rich for her, something like that."
"He doesn't need to love her in order to sleep with her! He can just use her and dump her later on!" Troy continued to defend his ideas. "He is a man, just like you and me. The way you say it, boss, it's as if we're talking marriage! We're talking sex. Only! That girl is too beautiful to be ignored!"
I pulled out my phone and called one of my men. When the call ended, I shrugged my shoulders and put the phone back into my pocket.
"Any news?" there was concern in Terror's voice.
"Nothing." I stood up and walked up and down. "Where the hell are you, Evangelista!!" I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, to no one in particular.
"Try to calm down, boss…."
"How do I calm down when I don't know where my sister is!" I cried out.
"Have you found a way of penetrating Zuri's camp?" he asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. That infuriated me even more.
"You're asking me that? Are you not the one who is supposed to find someone? We need an eye inside Zuri's camp!"
"I…I'm on it, boss. That camp is all sealed tight. She employed a lot of new people, I don't know them. I'm really trying but it's not easy." He sounded scared.
"Well, try harder! I need to find her, Terror! She is the only family I have, and I have to find her! Do you hear me? Do you understand?" I felt great anger surging from within me, and I knew I was going to lose my control. I did not want to hurt Terror in any way, so the best was to for me to leave him.
I hurriedly marched off, and Terror knew best than to follow me. I closed myself in a room and pulled out a bottle of one of my very strong drinks. I took it all at one go, and with shaky hands, I lit a cigarette and pulled in on it.
"Where are you, Evangelista!" I called out in great anger, before I lifted the table and pushed it off. It fell on its side, everything crashing to the floor. I kicked wildly at everything near and around me, and I ended up sitting on the floor.
"Where on earth are you?" I spoke loudly to myself. After many minutes, the door was slowly pushed open. I did not need to look up to know that it was Terror. He alone had the guts to enter into a room without knocking, and worse when I was in the mood that I was in.
SOUTHRAIN CITY NEWS ONLINE
We have just received disturbing news: the God First Church Southrain Congregation has reported that their leader, Pastor Noel Everdeen, has gone missing for 21 days now. The Pastor, whose wife passed away three months ago, is still in mourning and he took leave to go and be with God in the mountainous city of Yellowleaf. Upon his departure, pastor Everdeen asked the congregation not to contact him, so as not to disturb his time in prayer. However, he had notified that he would be back in Southrain after fiften days, but he is still not back.
Efforts by the church to contact the pastor were all fruitless, as his phone is not reachable. The church members sent representatives to check in hospitals in and around Yellowleaf, but he has not yet been found. If anyone has any information as to where he might be, or what might have happened to him, please notify your nearest police station or call on this number: 5565785.
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