Don

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

The murder of Giles was confirmed by every news channel. Don was a part of every routine channel. Natara switched off the television and advanced towards her boss's compartment. Charles was heavily seated on his chair with a pile of papers disturbed, in front of him. He waved his arm to indicate Natara to enter. Natara obediently followed his signals.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Natara,"

"Did you see the news?"

"Yes,"

"We will have to do something. Take some sort of action," Natara said, conclusively.

Mr. Vito nodded.

"What is the cell number of Colton?" Natara asked, suddenly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir." Natara replied with determination.

"Cell number 101."

Just then Karl entered with a pile of paper in his hands. Karl shot a glance at Natara then at Charles. He seemed perplexed. He quickly kept the papers on the desk and stood erect.

"Hey, Nat," he said, with a glint of mischief in his hazel eyes.

"Hey, Karl,"

"Any success, Karl?" Mr. Vito asked.

"Nothing," he said.

Mr. Vito nodded reprovingly. He seemed tensed. He could not judge what was correct and incorrect. Natara's face was also sad, somewhat depressed. Karl had to something to cheer up the environment.

"Natara, please go to Colton," Karl murmured in Natara's ear. She was taken aback for a moment or two.

"Are you arranged with the cameras?" Natara asked.

"All done. Just waiting for you."

"Oh I'll be right there."

Natara hurried from the office and walked with much greater pace. She was worried, but also had a sense of curiosity within it. She overtook Karl.

"Cell 101," Natara said, stopping.

"Go." Karl said.

"Seems like some sort of binary digits in the computer programming language." Natara said grinning.

Natara always had an immense interest in computer science. It was her favorite subject at college. She used to make all sorts of graphics and tools. Natara had an achievement too, she had learnt Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop which could make anyone look like a zombie or a ghost. She wanted to learn hacking but just a job was waiting for her, of detective. Solving mysteries, crimes, that was what all she could think of at that time. Her limited thinking power had obstructed her from taking risks, fighting and what not she could've thought but now she knew, being a detective was not at all easy. Thousands and lakhs of risks. Those type of risks, that no one could dream of. Natara entered the cell room, lost in her own deep thoughts. She was like an Alice, not in Wonderland but in Blunderland, where each mistake can cost her own life. The dirty smell of old, rotten rags and clothes caused her nose to twitch and she resumed her duty. Opposite to her sat a young man, smart, inquisitive. His eyes dotted around in an orderly fashion, catching the present situation. He wore a black and white striped dress, common for prisoners. He was handcuffed.

"What do you want?", he demanded, like a beast.

"Just some information," Natara replied coolly.

"Madam, I won't tell you anything. Not even a single thing." he snapped back.

Fussy, thought Natara.

"I want to know about Don," she replied, with a gesture of dexterity.

"Don." he thought for a second.

"C'mon, start speaking." Natara said.

Colton remained quiet. His sudden quietness was pricking Natara. She felt something queer. She got up from her seat and signaled towards Karl, who was watching everything via the third person. Karl shut all the cameras fitted in the room.

"Rotten," Natara said.

Colton smirked.

She went back to her seat and sat on it, comfortably. She put her leg on the arm of the chair.

"Colton, tell me. What did you and Don do?" Natara asked, calmly.

He didn't speak.

"Start off with something," she said.

Natara approached him and knelt beside his chair.

"We have to catch Don." Natara said again. She was starting to feel odd as she was the only one who was speaking in a large room. Her voice was echoing. Colton remained quiet but hearing this sentence, he looked at her and said:

"Catching Don is just not difficult, it is impossible."

 ***

"He didn't say anything, but at hearing those words, I felt uneasy." Natara told Mr. Vito. Mr. Vito watched her carefully as she moved in the corridor.

"Happens sometimes," he said.

"Yeah, maybe,"

"Try tomorrow, maybe some luck." Karl said entering into their conversation.

"What did he do Karl? I mean what is the charge against him?" Natara asked.

"Hacking. No complete records," Karl said.

"Find it." Natara snapped back.

"I want all the information by tomorrow, you get that?" Natara continued.

"Yes," Karl dashed off to the records room.

"He did not say a single thing, maniac." Natara accused Colton.

"I told you but anyways he has to spurt out the beans."

"I will do my best, Sir." Natara said, firmly.

Mr. Vito smiled.