Chapter Six
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Tick tock says the clock. Time is no man's friend.
The meeting ticked a timer reminding Susan and John what they were into.
"Who do we begin with?" John looked into Susan's eyes.
DANIEL
"It's Danny-mighty in the building." The DJ voiced.
Daniel took his seat at the VIP section of the club, where there are VIP stripers. He lighted a stick of cigar,"we spendin' the money tonight!!!" he bellowed. His friends echoed "Danny-mighty".
He sprayed packs of dollars on stripers. John took pictures from afar, without Daniel noticing.
They had followed him all day. From his lunch date, to the meeting he had with a d**g dealer, to the club, they did not take their eyes off him, documenting every transaction and places he visited with pictures and videos.
Inspector John, dressed in a black suit and a bow tie, a white glove fitted perfectly into his hard knuckles, positioned himself at the drinks stand, disguising himself to be a bar attendant. He poured a shot of tequila, then tinkered it with an unknown substance. Susan picked it up and served it to Daniel.
Daniel ogled at her chest whil she served him the drink.
"Hey there sexy, you new here?" He holds her hand as she was about to leave. She looks at him with contemptful eyes and knods positively faking a smile. She wasn't sure if her voice would blow her cover. He didn't recognize her through the short lenghted wig barely reaching down her shoulder. She twisted her wrist away from his grip making him mad. "Hey b***h! who do you think you are." He got up from his special club couch.
She kept mute. She turned around to take her leave. He clasped his skinny hands round her wrist holding it tight, "who hired you? I'mma gonna make sure you get fired," he said into her ears breathing loudly.
He was starting to make a scene and Susan was about to blow her cover. John knew Susan was about to do something crazy when he saw the fierce look on her face.
She kept mute again. This made Daniel mad and he slapped her in the face. His friends laughed it up, some of them slapping her buttock.
She clenched her fist about to hit his patched up nose she broke during their first encounter. Then John aopeared, he restricted her with his look.
"What disturbs you sir?" John asked politely.
"Where is Dauda?" Daniel said, "call me Dauda, I want to know where he got this b***h from."
Dauda is the man in charge of the club and a wannabe friend of Daniel. John knocked him out earlier, blindfolded him, and locked him up in their car's booth.
"He called in sick tonight... Sir," John said, forcing a smile on his scrawny face.
"Who are you? I have never seen you around here either?"
John smiled.
"Pardon my manners," he said taking a bow, "my name is Ahmed, I am Dauda's cousin. He called me to take his place just for this night."
Daniel doubted him, knowing he recognized that bassy voice but was convinced by John's northern accent. He released Susan's hand.
"What can I do for you sir?"
"Just get this b***h away from sight," said Daniel, taking his seat and slapping Susan's buttock.
"Yes... Sir," John said with clenched teeth. Rage filled his eyes but he pushed back his emotions, not letting him get the best of him, the mission was more important at the moment.
He watched Daniel gulp the round of tequila, then took his leave.
"Get me more of these," Daniel raised his cup, "but don't send her here, send someone hotter." He slapped her buttock once more and his friends jeered at her.
"Of course." John took a bow and left. The ruckus was over, but the mission was far from it.
They gawked at her as she walked awesome. Her bump short, bringing out her shape was quite an eye catcher.
John prepared more rounds of drugged tequila and made sure it was served to Daniel specifically.
After a short while, Daniel got on the dance floor, drunk, he started spraying stacks of cash on the DJ, stripers, and anyone who needed it. John didn't stop taking pictures. He knew the substance had started taking effect. They kept a keen eye on the things he did starting from that moment, hoping to get something strong enough to force him admit to the crime.
They spied on him back to his house outside the estate. He went home all by himself, not even one of his friends followed him, because he told them not to, despite his drunken state and the deadly hour of the night. No one knows he has a house outside the estate, that was the first piece of thread to pull.
John kept a lookout on his movements, during the night, when Susan slept off in the car.
Around 9am in the morning, they saw him drive out of the house, in a different car, with a woman and a little girl, about five years old, dressed up in a school uniform. This left another mystery for the detectives to solve.
"Who is that woman?" Susan asked, as they followed him.
"I have no idea," John said, his eyes on the road.
"Thank you for yesterday." Susan said, looking into his eyes.
"What for?"
"For saving the mission."
"Oh, the mission," John said without any expression.
He wanted to hear something more than just the mission but he was disappointed.
Daniel had the faintest idea that he is being trailed. He pulled over in traffic at the ongoing flyover construction. John did likewise also. After fifteen minutes, the traffic moved and the trailing continued.
Daniel stopped by in front of a school. They held the little girl by her hand on both sides.
"Could it be his wife?" Susan whispered, while John was taking the pictures.
"Nobody mentioned anything about him getting married."
They watched him kiss the girl, as he lead her into the school. Whoever that was, definitely set them on another path asides the one they planned to take.
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