Don

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

"Not a single crack in any equipment of the car." Mr. Vito explained.

"It cannot be, Sir," Natara shook her head

"Maybe someone was present, inside the car."

Natara agreed. All the Interpol officers were present in the conference room sitting in a paradigm around the wooden table. The projector was in its place, ready to be used. Natara swiftly shifted her chair, dusting her outfit moved towards the front of the table. Mr. Vito quickly sat down. Natara switched on the projecter. Nothing was there on the screen except a large blue spot displaying the colourful kite of Windows 98' processor.

"To discuss the case, some points have to be kept in mind," Natara informed, raising her eyebrow. The expression on the commitee's faces showed their approval.

"First of all, whoever this person was, he knew that the Interpol was after him," Natara said with a serious expression on her face.

The monotonous faces nodded.

Natara started the slides. A brown, smart face wore black glasses. A gallant, grave but smart face. Behind the glasses, the cleverness and the decieving looks were latent.

"He is Don." Natara said, introducing.

"We are handling his case, so a coviction-He could be our culprit. Working under Colegero as we have to catch him,"

"Are you sure?" one of the officers asked.

"Just a hypothesis, but definately could be true. The pysochology of these mafias or criminals is of attention seeking." Natara said with dexterity.

Mr. Vito nodded.

"Don is an underworld mafia who works for Mr. Calogero, drugs import and export. Don is one of his most loyal employee or person or I'd say, the only one." Natara deduced, flicking slides.

"What about his personal relationships?" Mr. Vito asked.

"Has a girlfriend, Ayesha. Don't know his views, in detail." Natara added, beaming. The whole symposium broke into echoing laughter.

"Now, that we have discussed the matter briefly, we should know what his strategies are." Natara said.

There were heads nodding like a robot.

"The last crime he committed was of stealing the silver and gold plates from Deutsche Bank in Zürich," Natara said.

"Plates to reduce the value of money produced using them," Mr. Vito added.

"We this time have no clues but since he has introduced himself by killing one of our officers, we have to find him and judge his next move."

It's a chess game. The interpol takes a move, Don is more cunning to change everything, Natara thought.

Natara waved her thoughts and handed each officers a copy with all the information about Don.

"This is all the database about Don. Please have a look. For the time being the case is adjourned." Natara concluded.

Everybody steadily left the room, murmuring. Mr. Vito stayed back.

"You will handle this case," he said

"Sir, me?" Natara asked perplexed

"Yes, you will trace Don by any means. I shall get to you tomorrow, go home."

 ***

Natara parked her car in the garage with a drift movement and in a slanting style which was unusual. She walked towards her home, stooping her shoulders, feeling depressed. Natara twisted the key, and with a click, opened the door. She entered the house, briskly and went to her room. Natara changed her outfit into a night suit. Nothing was soothing. She jumped onto her bed, in despair.

The ripping and roaring sound of a car came from her street making her jump in her bed. Natara stomped towards the window but with no luck, found the car. It had flown by that time, leaving two gentlemen, in neatly black suits. Their faces were not visible. They were examining the next house which was out for buying. The 'sale' sign was still there.

The couple had shifted to India with their children. The husband had got transferred. They were nice. Two little beautiful girls, used to come and play chess with Natara.

Natara went back to the bed jumped, staring the white, expressionless blank ceiling. Nothing was soothing.

All was getting over.

She glanced at the ring and kissed it with a brush of her lips.

***

The following day was pleasant, for it had poured the previous night. The thundering torrents slapped the house's tin chick making it very difficult for Natara to enjoy a good night's sleep.

Natara dressed herself and reached the office at sharp eight, with a new zeal of starting afresh.

Mr. Vito entered after Natara. Natara giggled seeing him enter, late. Mr. Vito's lips curved into a gesture of impressiveness, to which Natara inevitably returned with a bow.

She followed him to his office and seated herself, opposite to him.

"So, where do we start off?" Mr. Vito asked, flustered.

"Calogero," Natara suggested.

Mr. Vito handed her a file. Natara turned pages.

"Sir, this information is about Don."

"Yes, because firstly, we have to capture Don."

"So now, to catch Don, you will talk to one of the prisoners. You may have to take him by your charm. His name is Colton, Colton Williams. They did the robbery of the plates together but Colton was arrested and Don, betrayed him. Since then, he may have a bitter taste about Don but also, there is a possibility of a soft corner." Mr. Vito continued.

Natara nodded.

"So, this Colton may reveal a few things about Don. Just keep track and be alert." Mr. Vito concluded.

Natara smiled, feebly.