"How foolish I was" - a story to be told on crime and the wheels of justice ...
How foolish I was.
How foolish I had been to believe my friends who were as
cunning as foxes. It all started like this …
I was the leader of the infamous gang called the
Mandarins. My fellow friends, Frank and Jacob and I had committed several
heists across the globe. We were Interpol’s most wanted criminals.
Jacob Worming was a small ratty-looking man whose front
teeth stuck out underneath an apparently well-groomed moustache – incidentally
his pride and joy. He had a fine crop of raven dark hair which he parted in the
middle. Jacob Worming was the brains in the team – his deep set eyes could
burrow deep into your deepest thoughts. What followed next was a cryptic smile
that sprouted on his thin lips.
However, Frank Armstrong was the muscle in the team, as
his name ironically suggested so. He was usually dressed in a heavy broadcloth
frock coast and waistcoast, with light-coloured trousers and an immaculate
collar. Sporting a clean-shaven scalp, a bull-dog like countenance, a thick
bull-neck, big and broad shoulders and enormous hands, Frank looked like an
eccentric and blood-thirsty follower of the stag hounds.
As for me – well I had a wiry frame. I possessed a rather
evil personality and I usually wore a brown hat. The hat itself was one of
those flat-topped pork-pie jobs with a jay’s feather stuck in the hat-band. I
was extremely proud of it.
It was a scorching hot Saturday. We were at my hideout in
Singapore, planning our next heist. My hideout’s windows were no larger than a
sheet of tabloid newspaper. There was no upstairs in my hideout. An enormous
yellow Flame tree stood overshadowing my hideout. Its massive spreading
branches seemed to be enfolding and embracing the tiny building, and perhaps
hiding it as well from the rest of the world.
Out of the blue, my two friends’ faces beamed with
happiness. Their eyes sparkled like stars and they seemed to be staring at the
ground. What on earth just happened to them?
Then, a firm voice resonated through the air.
“Thank you, Frank and Jacob for giving away your leader’s
hideout. We should now apprehend him.” Turning around, my heart skipped a beat.
I felt as naked as a peeled apple.
There were none other than the police.
They surrounded me. Immediately, my blood began to boil.
How can my “two friends” betray me by giving away my hideout? I was
baffled. Confusion engulfed me.
I honestly did not know what to tell the police. What
would I say? The sea of grim-looking policemen then led me into the waiting
police car.
A laugh in the sea of darkness was what I could only
manage with a voice like a crow. The blazing sun overhead in all its
resplendent glory, laughed at me as I looked into the distant azure blue sky
from where I was held captive.
The wheels of justice turned slowly. Everyone is but a
cog in the system. There was obviously no escape. Absolutely no escape …
I enjoyed writing this story - one of betrayal ... hope you enjoyed it.
Till the next time,
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