DAUGHTER OF MAFIA BOSS

Untitled Part 5

The aging blond-haired man turned on the lights in his room on the fifty-second and last floor of the office building he was in. The room lighted up brightly, but still the man's eyes looked like blue marbles placed in two dark sockets. As he sat on the soft leather armchair behind his large and heavy wooden table, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said in a commanding tone. The door had been opened and a middle-aged man in a brown suit entered with hesitant steps. The stern gaze of the man on the armchair did not leave the man, who had entered for a moment, the angry man was extremely uncomfortable and tense on his soft armchair, as if he could jump up at any moment. "Have you found anything?" the man said in a nervous tone. "No, Mr. Rafet," said the other, red with embarrassment, he clasped his hands in front of him, "We learned from Ulaş's friends that he had an uncle in Çorum and a maternal uncle in Sivas. We thought they probably had fleed to one of these. However, we were unable to determine the exact addresses of Ulaş's uncle and maternal uncle. His friends also told us that Ulaş had gone to a hotel in Bodrum for fifteen days in the summer. We made inquiries at the hotel and we found out that he was not there for a couple of years, and that he didn't frequent the places he had used to gone to before. We failed to penetrate public records. They had been seen at the coach station, but we couldn't find any information about where they had göne to and..."

"Okay, stop."

"Mr. Rafet..."

"Shut up."

Rafet got up from his seat and started walking back and forth on a straight line in the room. "It's the fault of this who expect you will get things done," he muttered to himself. Then he stopped, tapped the middle-aged man's chest a few times with his forefinger, and said, "Get it done at all costs." He sat back to his seat. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped. As the middle-aged man hurried out, Rafet said "Investigate the coach station well, penetrate to public records somehow. Reach them before the police. Find 3 people who will take the blame. We'll need them if we will find them first", then combed his blond hair back with his hand, "This is how you thank me for all the favors done to you? By embarrassing me in public?" he muttered to himself. He had started to avert his eyes away from his friends. "I swear I will avenge myself against you for this shame, Arnisa," he continued to mutter to himself.

He lit one of his thick cigarettes as he does at the end of every shift and smoked it to the end, he had turned on the air conditioning as he does every time. Then he stood up and turned off the lights in his room. He went outside and locked the door. *He took the elevator and went down to the garage. He headed to his car. After 10-15 meters of walking, he was next to the car. He removed the central locking, opened the driver's door and settled into the seat. He closed the door and activated the central locking again. He had looked at the garage door, he just realized that it was raining. Absentmindedly, he drove his car towards the exit.

Kamil, the man who had just been in Rafet's room on the top floor of the building, was now entering to the bunker on the lowest floor. Several people were standing around a chair placed in the very center of the bunker. The man sitting on the chair was naked from the waist up. "Is he here?" Kamil asked as he approached the chair. The men gathered around the chair opened to the sides. After Kamil had seen the man on the chair, he had moved closer to the chair, the man was tied tightly." Raise your head," Kamil said. "The sitting man had lifted his head with a sharp movement, his gaze met with one of Kamil. "Kagan," Kamil said in pain, "how could you do such a thing?" "You can't understand, Kamil," Kagan said, "there is something called friendship in life and..." Before he could finish, Kamil's fist banged on his nose. The chair had toppled over backwards and the others quickly straightened it. "You will give us the information on the fake IDs immediately," Kamil said. "Never," replied Kagan. Kamil turned to the other men and said, "Get this information from him, make him talk." Then he headed to the door and left the bunker. He closed the door behind him. He took out his cell phone and called his boss. "Yes," said the voice on the other end. "Sir, we found out that Kagan is in service as an informant for them," Kamil said, "He has been informing them about the developments here through the phone. More importantly, he prepared four fake IDs for them. What should we do?" "Find out the information on the IDs, try to find out what you don't know," said Rafet. "And then what?" asked Kamil. "Then cut the man into pieces and season him with salt. After he will have died, you will throw him somewhere out of the way."

Kamil went back to the bunker. His team was doing a good job of the task they had been given. After a long beating session, the man could not find the strength to resist any longer and told them where the information on the fake IDs was located. Kamil said, "Check this information on the internet, see if it belongs to real people. Try to find out from public records where the fugitives are," he said. Then he took the elevator to the garage floor and got into his car and drove out into traffic.

Kamil had been driving for more than an hour when his cell phone rang. He picked it up. "The identity information belongs to real people. It could be a family with two children. We cannot make any further inquiries at this hour and the government offices are closed. Tomorrow we will do a more detailed search for the people to whom the information belongs and we will also try to find out where the fugitives are. We will also check the coach station. Do you have any other orders for today?" said the voice on the other side. Kamil, who had listened to all of them in silence said, "Make the man talk a lot, so that there will be nothing remained we don't know. That's all for today."

Some of the group that had gathered in the early hours of the morning had scattered to government offices in the hope of getting information, some had gone to the coach station and some were with Kagan. Kamil was having lunch when his phone rang again. After picking up the phone and listening for a shortwhile, he said, "So, they are family, okay, keep investigating" and hung up. Then the phone rang a third time. He picked up the phone, listened and said, "Did they buy a ticket to Hatay?" This time he was smiling, "Call Cavit to come with you. Go there immediately, ask around, track them down, find them," he ordered in a high tone. Then he hung up the phone and called his boss. "OK, keep investigating," Rafet shouted. It had been around 16.20 when the phone rang for the fourth time and Kamil picked up."Mr. Kamil, the bastard prepared passports for all of them. He had sent the passports, and we found out to which address, they are sent to Hatay," said the voice on the other end. Kamil grew pale, took the address, hung up the phone and called his boss for the second time. "Hello," Rafet answered the phone. "Sir," Kamil said, "Kağan had prepared passports for all of them and we have the address he sent them to. The house is in Hatay." "Let them come and pick me up, I'm coming to Hatay too, and don't forget the gunman trio. Everyone except them will use their fake identities," said his boss. "We need to catch the bird before it will fly out of the cage, Mr. Rafet," Kamil said after giving the address. The other end hung up the phone without saying anything. Those in government offices, the coach station group and Cavit were called back.