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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - BACK ON TRACK

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Ahmad

I walked into Pa Pato’s Cell the third day after his arrest. Sa’ad had called to say the man was finally ready to talk, but he said he would only speak with me. Sa’ad had been pissed as he gave me the news. How dare he dictate who to speak with?

Personally, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. When I spoke with him, I wanted to be the only one with the full detail. Years of dealing with criminals have taught me not to trust anyone completely. Even the police.

The old man sat in the middle of the floor of the small cell with his dead dropped. He looked worn-out, defeated.

He whispered something when I walked in, but I could barely make out his words.

“I called…for…only you.” He repeated, strained.
I looked at Sa’ad. “I thought you had other methods less lethal.” The big man just shrugged.

I knelt before Pa Pato, raising his head to look at me. His face was bathed in sweat and blood. It was a sight I  had hoped I wouldn’t have to see. Again, I looked up a Sa’ad, this time with a questioning brow.

“He just wouldn’t talk, Boss.” He defended.

I was going to deal with he and his men later, In shaa Allah. I turned back to Pa Pato.

“I hear you have something for me.”

“Yes… But…Only for… you.” I had to strain my ears to hear him, but Sa’ad’s sharp ears caught those words easily
.
“I will never leave you alone with the shrewd old man” Sa’ad said.

“Leave us.” I commanded them all.

“But Sir…”

“I said… leave. You almost decapitated him. What can he do to me?”

“I really do not think that’s a good idea, sir…” He insisted.
“Leave us.” This time, the command came with a lethal warning.
Sa’ad hesitated for a while longer and then left with his team.
“You can speak now.”

Pa Pato turned his face upward and gave me a cynical smile that exposed several lost tooth with bloody gum. Before I could conclude wondering what he had left to be happy about, he spoke.

“Maje was a beautiful kid, that one.” He began and my fists clenched of it’s own volition. “Yes. when you asked me of her earlier, I was in too much shock to respond. But Yes. I do remember her. I recall she was a very smart kid. Too smart for her own good. She had the eyes of an innocent that drives a sane adult to insanity. She had a trusty heart of an innocent child… but… I was grooming her… to join us… but, she was too.damn.smart.”

I was holding on to the last shread of my anger. If he mentioned Amanah one more time, I might lose it. “Who is your leader?” I asked, changing topics instead.

“Ah. You are in such a rush, aren’t you?” He asked restoring that cynical smile. I wanted to wipe it off his face so much my hand ached. It was no wonder Sa’ad had him battered so much.

“I was so good to her. The best really than anyone she had ever met in her pathetic little life. It wasn’t too much to ask that she repaid me with her sweetness. As a kid, I could already see her growing into something beautiful, elegant… she had the flawless skin of a porcelain doll… you must have noticed too… since you married her.” He added the last piece with a smirk.