White King
I had sat at the table by the
sidewalk cafe, and watched the authorities go to work at the crime scene. I
should have been there but discretion was required. After all, I am the Area
Supervisor, and one of my best was on the scene.
"I heard it’s another
murder, with the organs removed like Jack the Ripper." I looked over to
the voice who spoke. It was an older man speaking to his equally old friend.
They looked like in their eighties, and deep into their own topic.
"Screw it, Sam. It won't
help me with my condition. I got the call from the Medical Center. They don't
have a match for me."
"Cheer up, Tim. They
would find one soon. You would be fine like before." The older man pal
tried to cheer his friend up.
"Screw it, Sam." I
guessed that his only foul expression. "I know when I am to go. That dead one
over there may have the organs transplanted to someone by now. Such are the
rules of money."
"Tim, we would buy one
then. I know of someone who could get it." Sam replied. "We could
sell the house."
"Screw it, Sam. I prefer
to die with money than none." Tim then stood up while looking at his watch.
"It is time for me to go for my dialysis. You pay the bill for coffee."
I watched the old man leave,
but I was not moved by his plight. He was one of many who needed new organs,
but removing other healthy organs was not right. I had the mean to stop it, and
would do so. It brought my mind back to the Queen of the trade. She used to run
an operation that traded in organs. With the team then, I stopped her and
closed the operation.
I checked my watch and it was
time to move. I have an appointment pending. Soon, I stepped into the Precinct
main door, and was confronted by the high towering front desk with the Duty Sergeant
seated there. He was an older officer with probably twenty years under his
badge, and glared at me before frowning. He must have a bad morning like some
of mine, but with the years of experience I learnt how to cope with it.
"Supervisor Agent
Phillips. I am here to see Senior Agent Darren." I flashed my badge to
him.
The Duty Sergeant looked at
it, and then motioned to the upper levels.
"Second level. Third
door to your right." The Duty Sergeant had moved BACK to his load of paper
works. I followed his instruction, climbed up the stairs and arrived at the
door. I was to enter when I saw Commissioner Glades approaching me down the
corridor. I recognized him from the few conferences we had met before.
"Agent Phillips, welcome
to the City. I just came in and am glad to catch you." Glades extended his
hand. I shook it and later we convened to speak behind closed door of the
temporary office for the Feds.
"Commissioner, I am here
as these murders are more than a serial killing; it is also part of an
international organ transplant racket." I told him. "I am here for
the update from my field agent."
"Can you tell me
more?" Commissioner Glades asked while he sat up on the chair that was
taken. I had paced myself to the table where the laptops are laid in a row.
They are normally manned by some technical agents, but for my meeting, I had
them left the place.
"I doubt it. We are not
making much headway form the last report I read.” I replied.
“Sad, as I was due to brief
the Mayor today.” Commissioner Glades stood up and leaned over.
“Dinner tonight and a late
movie perhaps?” The Commissioner had been trying to get me for a night cap
since we met. I knew then he was married, but maybe I looked like a temptress
which he could not resist.
“You were a poor fuck from
our last one. I need someone with more lasting performance." I replied
with a smile. "Lithium battery preferable, my dear. Not your common
graphite chunks."
"Yeah, but the graphite
batteries comes with bigger shapes."
Both of us laughed. We did
not fuck before but some sex humor helped to alleviate the stress levels. He
left me alone there, but I had also a meeting with another old acquaintance.
No comments:
Post a Comment