Chapter Fifty three
Stage four: Curiosity and Guilt
Denmark
Ferdinand's P.O.V
Now!
I kicked the toilet into the truck one of the last before jumping out of the truck to check the other two near the truck.
" Can't moonlighting at a boat as a crab leg fishermen" Conrad translated their conversation for me.
" How much does a crab fishermen pay? And if the pay is good ask if there are some jobs available" I told him before tying the rope on one of the toilets pass it through the loop at the truck work it like a pulley and kick it in the container of the truck.
One more to go!
Just as I wound the rope around the toilet Conrad appeared. " It pays a minimum of ten euros per hour shifts are only at night working hours are seven till Dawn and yes jobs are available" he spoke.
" Thank you Conrad" I appreciated going over to them with Conrad to help me out.
" Jeg synes ikke det er en god ide at det er farligt for en pige"
I may not know the rest of what he just said but I do know pige and farligt I hear it all the time the hose is on.
Which means they're trying to tell me not to go since I'm a girl.
" Conrad tell them to let me worry about that and I want that job"
" Hun kan klare det"
" Du er hendes ven der vil have hende did ?"
"Hun vil ikke være død da jeg også vil være med der er plads til en til"
They shrugged shaking their hands I only smirked when Conrad said the deal was done.
In the space between my day job and night job I took the opportunity to continue my research.
I played the video of Ryder's untimely demise over and over again hitting a brick wall of the dead end over and over again.
" There has got be a reason why Tuhari was so upset with father " I uttered punching in the keys to check out Tuhari's autobiography.
I read through it again rolling my eyes until I stumbled on one sentence.
Diagnosed with Schizophrenia and persecutory delusions.
This is bloody ridiculous!
So he not only doesn't know how to aim but he's schizophrenic too? At this rate he'll only have to stay a night at jail.
With my side off the bed my legs coiled themselves in the lotus pose while the mouse in my laptop closed that window then opened stellar photo recovery and scanned the cctv camera's hard drive.
My eyebrows furrowed while I hit deep scan which wasn't required last time then my jaw hanged at the unrecoverable message.
What !
No
No
No!
The video has been overwritten somebody recorded over it. Somebody recorded over my only sound evidence.
A mild headache disturbed my head as the taste of bile rose up my throat before I bolted to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet for a while before I plummeted to my bed.
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The journey to recovery
Teen FictionA young truck driver has to travel land and sea to Denmark to receive answers for her ignored questions that have waited long enough while enduring the challenge of a charismatic alcoholic who happens to be more influential than she anticipated. ...
