Your boss rarely sent messages. Habits of those who need to be careful about interception by third parties. Zachary kept the personal number for a few, and even so, he always faced problems using it for a long time.He got up slowly, hoping that the slowness would make his boss change his mind. But apart from the short and objective message, nothing else appeared on your cell phone after that. He dressed in the same work clothes and passed Harmon who chewed a cat-shaped toy. The dog raised his ears, attentive. Zachary whistled and approached to caress the dog between his ears. The animal grunted satisfied."I won't take long," he assured, trying to get rid of the bites the dog made to lock him at home. He seemed aware of something that was not yet clear to Zachary, and the man did not allow himself to understand. He turned to free himself and left the house in a hurry.When he arrived at the police building, a constant buzz was heard, but as he approached the main rooms, everyone was s
"We had no visual confirmation about the victim, although Louis Tomlinson is at this very moment giving testimony at the police station," said the director. "The only thing I need from you right now, Malik, is to know what debt the individual refers to.Zachary hardened his voice so that his fear did not appear."If it's not my father's debt, I'm not able to understand what he means." By any chance, does this have nothing to do with the personal and unauthorized investigations you have carried out to find the men who killed your family?Zachary's face frowned under the director's frowning gaze. Not that he was surprised that at one time or another they would find out that he had fallen into temptation and had taken advantage of his job, but because there was not even a shadow of compassion in the eyes of that old friend. Zachary decided to act the same way."No," he lied. "And I don't understand how my actions could result in something of this magnitude if they were real investigatio
I didn't realize that I had lost consciousness until I had to fight to get it back.If I napped or fainted as a result of an obvious concussion in my head, I didn't find out right away.I knew at least that I was in a poorly lit place. There were no windows as far as my vision reached, but flickering shadows danced on top of the walls cold and impregnated with a strong mold. My senses had not yet returned with my conscience. I could, however, feel the swelling on my tongue and an unbearable pressure on the ankle of one of my legs. I had no idea which leg originated that pain, still considering myself abnormally oblivious to the basics of human survival instincts. I didn't even know if the pain was real.Could something damn be real in the face of that situation?My head seemed to float on top of my neck, as light and unstable as a feather to the blow of the winter wind. I tried to stretch one hand and immediately my whole body held back in a trembling and uncomfortable echo of pain. B
Another sharp giggle sounded."If I were anywhere else, I would have congratulated her for being a normal person, but..." she sighed, and took so long to complete the sentence that I thought I had left. "It's a little sad to know that it won't take long to be more crazy than they consider humanly possible, this, of course, if they still keep her alive long enough to go crazy. Thank God, or anything else you believe, if that happens. Madness is an invaluable in this place, believe me...Real fear wrapped up in my bowels."Who are you?"No one, anything, bitch, bastard, stupid, stupid, whore, and... any vulgar appointment she considers appropriate for a woman in humiliating circumstances" she replied with humor mixing into her aggressive tone of voice. " But outside, they used to call me Doniya.“How long have you been here? "I asked, trying to see through the bars."Seven years... Maybe eight... It is not possible to have a lot of notion of the weather around here, you must imagine."D
My smile grew into a thunderous laugh, and before I noticed, I was already giving myself to another nebulous and fickle dream.It was stretched over heathers and vivid lawn. It took me a second to get used to the sounds of birds and crawling animals, but I didn't find any difficulty because I had my head empty of any inopportune. My legs were healthy and agile, and my steps were soft around the path of leaves that stretched out in the distance. The eyes moved lazily, however, the colors had a special glow and I felt privileged to be in that place.Suddenly, I heard someone call my name. It wasn't a scream, but it seemed full of anxiety. I turned in place, looking for the last echoes of that voice. It was not far from me, so I traced a path between the creeping plants and moved away the branches with colorful flowers and intoxicating aroma that made it difficult to pass to the clearing.A man waited below an ancient tree, and when looking at the strangely familiar plant, my vision trem
People die all the time, I should have gotten used to it.On the news you are always seeing the news of a murder, run over, kidnapping or suicide. People die, it's simple and easy to understand. It turns out that when you are on the other side, when you are the person who had your heart compressed by the pain of the loss of those you loved, none of the nonsense that religious say about death makes sense. Why did this happen? You wonder. Why is he and not me?We are born, we grow up and we die. That's the natural order of things. But there is also a second fact that I faithfully believe in. We can always change the way things end. We can always find a solution to a serious problem, turning it into nothing more than a slight headache. Skeptics call this fact Optimism, scientists call it Chaos Theory, and I call it luck.I was lucky once. I found her in the form of a policeman with sad eyes and a beautiful smile. My luck taught me more than I could learn in my entire free life. She taugh
Through the dense twilight that prevented me from seeing, I forced my mind to obey. A shiver like I had never felt before licked the back of my neck, making me bow.Panting in my own agony, I woke up from what seemed like years of sleep, giving in to my weak knees. There was nothing on the ground to cushion the impact of my fall.I was blind in front of the gloomy light on the ceiling, and still deaf with the distant sound of steps and muffled voices that sounded in a distant alert. I was surrounded by half a dozen people, and unable to escape from whatever that new hallucination was.With a sudden agitation, the one who was in front of me bent down, touching my knees with his."You're here, bunny," he called the voice again. I raised my eyes from the bright floor and caught myself under Zachary's gaze. He carefully touched my face, a slight caress with the tips of his fingers. My skin has forged. "Don't be afraid, little one. I'm here.I felt his touch, and the soft breath of his bre
Vacillating, I grabbed his arm and watched him wield the gun, playing his role. However, the way he held me made me think that I wasn't so sure of what I intended. And as soon as the door opened with slamming hinges, and the group stood around me, I realized that if for the Mafia I was the debt paid, for Zachary it was an exception that would not be given.God help us, I prayed, we will not leave here alive. Not together.The smell of ammonia received us in a smoking breath, whose odor penetrated deep into our noses. Our escape route was summed up in an extensive dimly lit and vaporous basement, where machines worked at full speed below the dark iron stairs that crossed and surrounded the clandestine laboratory.The sound of our steps was lost in the confusion of pressurization and packaging sliding through metal slides, so that the men who talked next to the machines were not able to perceive our presence.The precarious lighting arose by small lights fixed on the black walls, shinin