It begins with us.

Chapter Six

Yaakovs POV

The week's bleed and turn into months as I find myself at yet another meeting with Police Commissioner Cohan.

On the first of every month we both meet up at a different location from the last, hidden away from watchful eyes as he slides over the red folder which contains the happenings taking place in my country. It's no secret that the Cohan is on my payroll, but having our meetings interrupted by unwanted visitors is something I'd like to avoid at all costs.

We have found ourselves a little place outside the main city on the Gaza strip, a secluded Café that closes at eight pm. But the owner has grateful accepted my offer to leave the back of the Café open so we may have our meeting. He didn't reach out between our last meeting and this one, so I know there will be no new information regarding the Dumrains in the folder, but still I have to ask the question.

I want him to know that they are his top priority at the moment, till we find out who is behind the missing woman and children. Sixteen new cases have been reported over the past two months, and still there was no new information. No witnesses, no evidence, nothing. Not even tracks through the dirt. I was starting to become irritated with the lack of progress. I had men all over the country watching every families movements, hoping that this would provide me with something useful that would lead us to whoever was behind the kidnappings, but so far we were coming up empty handed.

"The Dumrains?"

My voice is hard as I grip the folder, peeling through it's content's as I feel him relax into his chair across from me. He reaches over and grabs the coffee sitting in front of him.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. They have been quite, a little too quiet if you ask me, but they aren't visibly putting a foot out of order."

I nod with a heavy sigh while my eye's continue to scan through the reports, seeing that nothing much has changed in the last thirty days. A few petty thief's here and there, but nothing the smaller families can't handle. I continue to read through the papers carefully, my eye's catch sight of a shipping container that had been broken into a week ago peeks my interest.

The file states that the contents were unknown, and that the wharfs manager was "asleep" in his office and didn't see or hear a thing that night. The shipment was just out of the cameras view, leaving no witnesses or evidence of who it might have been.

"What of this?"

I ask, placing the file onto the table and sliding it over to Cohan, watching as he leans over and takes it in his fingers, placing the cup of coffee back onto the table. His eye's scan the paper briefly before recognition lights up is face.

"This had taken place eight nights ago, by wharf twelve. The cargo arrived later than expected, so management off loaded and was going to deal with it in the morning, but the container was broken into and the items stolen."

"And why are the content's missing from the manifest?"

I point out, tilting my head to the side while Danial and Mohammed step closer towards a speechless and wide eyed Cohan.

"Are you a mute Cohan? I was under the impression that all shipments must be present on the manifest before off loading the containers? Danial?"

I look over to my brother while leaning back, my arm's cross over my wide chest as my brother nods in agreement.

"That is your law brother"

Cohan looks quickly between myself and Danial, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water before shaking his head with fear.

"I-I must have over looked-"

I cut him off with a raise of my right hand, stopping him from the lie he was about to speak while rage engulfs me.