Shadows of Death

Chapter 3 (Charlie section 5)

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He already realized that he said something wrong. But Mr. Rasoli with calmness replied: "You should be more careful about what are you saying, Mr. Arman. 'Frame' is not a good word. At least think about this: there is a camera in this room and it is recording all of your behavior and speech."

He paused and then with a serious voice said: "We are not setting up, anybody but are arresting guilty people. Just try to remember that. This time I'll ignore what I heard but maybe next time I can't do something like this."

Charlie laughed and said: "Ignore?! As I know, you never ignore anything. In fact, you add some other things to that and then tell it to your boss."

Mr. Rasoli pushed his glasses up his narrow nose then moved his hand down to his stubble and finally with a wise tone of voice said: "I feel your mind is full of hate towards me."

Charlie made a small smile and said: "I believe the opposite of what you just said."

Then he stared into the interrogator's eyes. Although he couldn't guess after five years whether he was still an interrogator or not. Mr. Rasoli with slight hesitation said: "Do you know are you a special boy in my book?"

Charlie with a smug tone said: "Thank you."

Mr. Rasoli paid no heed to Charlie's tone and continued: "I'm serious. You are really special."

"You said that already and I said thank you."

"But I didn't say why you are special."

They both stared at each other. It seemed they were trying to pull the truth from each other's eyes. But the eyes did not say anything. Finally Charlie snapped: "Tell me!"

But he had already guessed what Mr. Rasoli's answer would be.

Mr. Rasoli looks to the green case in front of him on the table and said: "Talent!"

"What? Charlie asked hesitantly. He thought he must have heard wrong.

But Mr. Rasoli reiterated: "Talent...the special potential in you is your talent!"

Charlie shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to laugh at that, but he really didn't see himself as a particularly gifted or talented man.

Mr. Rasoli said: "I thought you had noticed."

Charlie honestly said: "No, I hadn't. What talent?"

Mr. Rasoli simply gave one word: "Theft!" His voice made Charlie think he should expect more taunts from him.

"At eleven years old you did something that the biggest mafia groups couldn't do. Robbery in the central museum in less than twenty-seven seconds! Without any scratch on the protector glass, you stole that diadem. This is called talent."

The mention of the museum event was not good for Charlie. So he with a conflicted face said: "I don't want to say anything about that."

Mr. Rasoli felt he was going to find the weaknesses of Charlie and slowly he would conquer him. With this advantage he would have good preparation for something he wanted to say. So with calmness he said: "Don't be upset because of me. You, you made a mistake in your life. Some mistakes are paid for and you..."

"I said I don't want to talk."

"But I'm talking to you."

"Finish it now. Okay?!" Charlie spoke with a sense of seriousness.

But Mr. Rasoli just calmly asked: "Why? Am I bothering you?"

Charlie, trying not to be angry with a voice that came from between his teeth answered: "Because I remember how somebody in a better position destroyed my life."

A smile come onto Mr. Rasoli's lips. He with confidence said: "I didn't destroy your life."

Charlie suddenly shouted: "But it was you who asked the judge for twelve years in prison! For something..."

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