He lies on the Jester's cart - 24
- Hello?
- So… he left.
- Are you following him?
- No.
- What do you mean, no?
- I went to get the car. - The voice on the other end of the phone is breathless.
- But wasn’t he on foot?
- He left with a girl, from the building. They were on a scooter. They both got on and left.
- What the hell… And you just watched them leave?
- I got the license plate number.
- I couldn’t care less about the license plate! You’re supposed to follow them. Otherwise, I’ll spend the money I pay you on a funeral wreath! - he yells.
- I’m following them now. I’m heading to the car. I’m running.
- Damn it! - he shouts, slamming the phone down.
He slams the phone onto the desk, placing his hands on the wooden surface and gripping tightly.
He counts to twelve, then picks up the phone and redials the last number.
- Hello?
- Send me the license plate by message.
- Yes, sir.
- What does the girl look like?
- Thin, not very tall. In her twenties.
He hangs up without listening further.
He rests his elbows on the desk and clasps his hands in front of his face, staying in that position for a few moments.
The phone lights up with the message containing the license plate. He grabs it and forwards it to another number, adding, ‘Let me know.’
He bites his cheeks.
He exhales.
He picks up the phone again and checks the time. It’s late.
He makes another call.
- Hello? Yes, it’s me. We might have a problem. I wanted to tell you right away.
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This house of cards is about to tumble down. Commissioner Cardona is going to get to the bottom of all this, but he better watch his back. I don't think these people play. The bodies are already piling up. Awesome chapter, Madman.