Famished

Chapter 23

The next day morning Henry receives a call from David Muldoon again. "Ready to know more information about your plane crash young man?" The Gray haired asked in full enthusiasm. Henry sighs running his hands on his bed hair. On one side was David's call which tells him to get ready and go on a move for today's work. The other side were the plain white sheets of his inviting bed that were attracting him to embrace them.

It was still early morning hours. By the time they got home after visiting Graham yesterday it was very late. Sania was still peacefully sleeping beside him. All Henry wanted to do was cuddle her closer to him and make love. "Are you there young man?" David's voice brings Henry out of thoughts. Yes, he needed to find out the reason behind all these catastrophes in his family and for that he had to forego the irresistible bed and start for work.

Rubbing his eyes to drive away the sleep, he answers David trying his best to tune himself rejuvenated. "Yes I'm good." David chuckles. "So same place, same time?" He asks. Henry's throat immediately protests giving out a quaver. The dirty pictures of the club flash back in his mind bringing repugnant thoughts. "Not that same place." He immediately counters. " We will meet at the Night queen, my club at evening six."

Loud chortle was heard from the other side. "Night queen,  I heard so much about it. I'm blessed to visit you there. By the way I heard the best Tequila is served in your club. I want free drinks if the venue is decided by you and do not forget twenty thousand dollars on the table to get the first grade information." David speaks in full spirit and cuts the call not bothered even to a greeting.

Money minting goat.....

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Sania was dressed in a three piece business suit, white top, black pants and a blazer. She looked perfect as a business woman. Henry was too proud of her. He did not know his fiancee could look sexy even in a business wear. "You look ravishing." Henry cups the cheeks of Sania, bends his head and steals a kiss from her lips. The kiss slowly intensifies and then they were back to bed with ripping clothes, sweating bodies and pulsing hearts. "Sania you are a drug I got addicted. You never fail to mesmerize me." Henry compliments Sania.

Sania was a girl with kind heart and always stood first to help people. She decides to help Graham Walkhart in satisfying his dying wish. Abraham gets nothing by killing her, the will says it clear and she was only helping the old man realize his life's dream but innocent Sania did not know - all is not green as it sounds.

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The evening as planned Henry along with his brothers Charles and Anthony visited The Night queen. A couple of minutes after they arrived David joined them at the table with a file. Taking out a paper from inside it he jotted down all the major points responsible for the plane crash.

The first was the post-mortem report of the pilot and the co-pilot. They were drugged and killed because of which the flight lost its track. The news came out like a shock to all the three mafia leaders as they look at each other in spell cast gazes.  How could the pilot be drugged?

The ground duty staff like the air traffic controllers and maintenance engineers were new lacking efficiency. Henry was puzzled to note the novel piece of information. He did not hire any new staff or replace the existing staff. The information was more like a mystery.

The aircraft engine had major repairs to undergo which said 'unfavorable to fly' but in spite of learning about the information the pilot took to flying. Was it because he was drugged or because he was under some psychological pressure? The case had more story to state than on the face of it. Henry rubbed his forehead feeling the sudden tiredness as Charles patted his shoulder in assurance.

The weather department had already issued a notice that the climate in California was not congenital to fly but in spite of the details, the flight took to flying. There was somebody behind all the working and manipulation. He is secretly running the show behind the curtain. The man was more dangerous than a national criminal.