It had been a month since Rolf disappeared. Petunia had finally moved on with her own life. She had left their house and was living an ordinary life in a house on rent. One evening, she was at a restaurant with her friend having dinner. As their time together was over and her friend had left, she sat all alone for a while thinking about how to start her new life.
Her eyes were closed while her head was resting on a sofa when she finally heard, “Hey Petunia!” a man with a creepy voice greets her. “Have you forgotten me already?” Startled, Petunia gets conscious and looks at the guy.
Yes, it was Rolf Corso. But he seemed different; his face had brutal scars, his neck had a fierce wound and his hair colour was different.
“Rolf? Is that you?” Petunia enquires after examining his face. Rolf places his finger on his lips, instructing her to remain silent.
“Quiet,” he whispers in an unclear voice, “some of the cops just recognised me while I was entering inside. I’m in danger right now.”
“I can’t understand a single word you are saying. What has happened to your voice, and your face? Where were you since so many days? In the hospital?”
“I’ll explain everything later,” he says as he stands up, “but right now we’re busting out of here. Come on, quickly.” Petunia stands up reluctantly.
Outside the restaurant, where most of the cars were parked, two cops were standing, holding their walkie-talkies. One of them takes out his cell phone as it was ringing, and answers it, “Hello Sir!”
“Yes, you were calling me,” Inspector Alvarez answers from the other line.
“Sir, I have breaking news for you. We just saw Rolf Corso entering the Ristorante A Mano’s building!”
“Really, that’s perfect. Now just do as I say. Surround the place with cops on every exit. We can’t let him escape tonight.”
“Right away, Sir!”
Back inside the restaurant’s food court, Rolf and Petunia were walking hastily in order to make their way out.
“We’re on the third floor, right?” Rolf asks her looking around if there were any cops.
“Yes, but how are you going to escape this place?”
“Don’t worry about me, you go and get the car.”
“But what about you?” she stops walking and asks, getting concerned for him.
“I’ll leave the place as easily as I entered it.”
Two cops were standing at the main exit of the place. They were quite vigilant and determined to seize Rolf the minute they saw him.
At the first floor of the building, a cop was standing keeping a watchful eye over every person. Within a second or two, someone holds his head from behind and forcefully twists it, and instantly the cop dies. The guy behind the act was Rolf Corso.
Few minutes later, Rolf was making his way out easily, as he was dressed as a cop. As he reaches the ground floor, there were several cops at different spots. Rolf simply hides his face and makes his way outside quickly. He finally reaches the exit and pulls open the glass door himself. As he steps out, he feels relieved and says, “Finally!”
Then, as he approaches towards the stairs to descend, making his way towards the parking area, a dark- skinned cop comes from his left and says, “Excuse me, officer.”
Rolf stops, realising he might have been recognised and caught. Rolf keeps on looking forward until the cop stands right next to him and asks, “Can I see your face, officer?”
Rolf turns his face angrily towards him.
“Rolf Corso!” the cop says taking out his pistol, aiming at his forehead, “not so smart, are you?” Two other cops come from the other side and aim their pistols at Rolf who smiles as if he had accepted defeat.
“Alright, put your hands behind your back,” the dark-skinned cop orders.
“Do you seriously think I can give up too soon?” Rolf asks smartly. Saying this, he instantly takes out two pistols from the holsters of the uniform that he was wearing. Within a few seconds, Rolf shoots the dark-skinned cop with the pistol in his left hand and one of the other two cops with right hand’s pistol. Now one cop was alive and the remaining two were lying on the ground. Rolf was aiming two pistols towards him while the cop aimed at Rolf with the only pistol he had.
“You need to surrender,” the cop commands, “there are cops at every corner of the place. You can’t escape.” Rolf closes his eyes and instead of brutally harming his life, he just shoots him in the leg twice. The cop falls. Rolf feels quite proud of himself and how he managed to escape, killing two cops in the process.
He looks back and says proudly, “I always have a plan B.” Then he hears a car honking. He turns back to look, it was Petunia on the driving seat, “Come on!” she exclaims looking at him.
Rolf keeps the pistols back in his holsters and runs towards the car jumping over from the stairs.
As Rolf gets to the driver’s side door of the car, he hears a gunshot. He looks on his right side, there was a police van behind Petunia’s car at some distance. Two cops were standing by it aiming their pistols towards him. Rolf shoots at two of the front tyres of the van, immediately compelling the cops to fire at him. But he jumps over from the bonnet of his car and immediately sits inside at the passenger seat.
Several minutes later, at the roadside away from the restaurant, Petunia was driving, exceeding the speed limit of the road, and Rolf was constantly looking back, keeping his pistol ready, making sure no one was following them.
“Now tell me what happened!” Petunia exclaims looking at him.
“This happened in the blast,” Rolf says turning towards her, referring to his face. “Detective Charles Sauvage and I had a fight. There was a crossfire as well but…”
“Alright, stop!” she interrupts, “I can hardly understand anything you’re saying. Tell me what happened to your voice and where were you since many days?”
“Detective Sauvage slit my throat with his knife,” he says, pointing at a fierce wound on his neck, “you can see it here. This ruined my voice.” Petunia feels disgusted looking at his throat.
“After the fight, I tried to kill him,” he continues, “but it was someone else who killed him with two gunshots. And then he shot at a vehicle’s engine causing the fuel to leak, which then exploded the car.”
“Wait, wait…” she interrupts getting confused, “who was the guy doing this terrible stuff?”
“That’s what I don’t know. Anyway, I rushed to make my way out but due to the explosion I fell down and got injured.”
“And then you went straight to the hospital, not even letting me know?”
“I had no choice. My face was identified, I had to hide somewhere.”
“Where are we headed now?” she asks after a small pause.
“Not our usual home, anywhere, but there.”
“Alright, I have a place where you can hide.”
The next morning, Inspector Alvarez was sitting in his office holding his head. He looks up resting his face on his chin, thinking about Rolf, I can’t believe he escaped so easily. He was feeling sorry for the cops who died trying to arrest him.
At Petunia’s apartment, Rolf was lying on a bed all by himself. Petunia was in the same room pouring out tea for both of them.
As she comes closer to the bed, Rolf sits up taking the cup of tea from her gently. Petunia looks at him sternly and asks, “Rolf, are you sure you had nothing to do with the explosion?”
“Yes, I told you what happened.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Since the time we’ve met, you’re acting differently.”
“You think I have killed Detective Sauvage?” Petunia remains silent but keeps on staring at him.
“Does it make any difference?” he asks, trying to make his creepy voice clear.
“I’ve killed a lot of people and I never hide this stuff from you. I don’t care what you believe, but the truth is that I attempted to murder Detective Sauvage, but did not succeed. It was someone else who murdered him.”
The following day, Commissioner Levesque was at Inspector Alvarez’s office. The inspector was standing aloof, waiting for him to speak.
“We have one final way to get hold of Rolf Corso,” the commissioner speaks.
“Really? What is it this time?”
“Listen to me carefully. Some drug dealers called me yesterday; they were asking if the reward for Rolf’s capture was real or not.”
“Drug dealers?” Inspector Alvarez asks, getting surprised.
“Yes, they were claiming to be ordinary bartenders who knew Rolf personally but I knew they were drug dealers who must have worked with Rolf once. Anyway, they said they could help us in getting hold of Rolf Corso.”
Petunia was standing outside the apartment’s exit door as she was leaving to buy dinner. However, Rolf was inside the house watching television. He was surfing through news channels in order to find out the progress of the Berlin Police Department regarding his arrest.
“So they’re going to call Rolf Corso?” Inspector Alvarez asks. “And make a deal with him?”
“Yes,” the commissioner answers.
“I don’t think it would happen. I mean why would Rolf appear before them when he knows that there are cops looking out for him everywhere?”
“Well, you’re right that it might not be too simple, but it’s worth being considered.”
Rolf takes out his ringing cell phone and reads the caller ID, ‘Joe Cocaine’. Rolf answers the call, “Hey Joe,
“You’ve become famous,” the caller replies, “the cops are desperately looking for you everywhere.”
“What do you want?”
“I have a huge amount of stuff,” the caller says, “I’m ready to sell it for a low price.”
“Is it about to expire?” Rolf taunts and chuckles.
“No, I’m still selling it at a good price that can get me profits. By the way what happened to your voice?”
“Alright, see you next week.” Rolf disconnects the call.
Two days later, Rolf was standing in front of the mirror wearing a black suit. He was tying his double shaded tie when Petunia comes into the room holding a newspaper.
“I think you should see this,” she says showing him the newspaper. Rolf takes it from her and silently reads the headline circled with a pencil: ‘Burnt Dead Body not of Detective Sauvage’. Rolf gets shocked to an extent that the newspaper slips from his hands. He remains still for a few seconds but then regains consciousness as he hears Petunia, “Rolf… are you okay? I didn’t expect you to get so shocked.”
“Oh, yes!” he answers getting confused, “yes, of course… yeah you’re right.”
“Rolf, why are you acting strange?” Rolf remains silent, closing his eyes tightly in stress.
“Rolf… you’re suspicious,” she speaks as she comes towards him.
“Alright, stop!” he says opening his eyes, “now you’re going to do what I’m going to ask you to do, is that understood?” Petunia silently listens to him folding her arms, staring at him.
“You are going to go to our villa,” he continues instructing her, “and then get the safe. You know where it is. After that you’re going to bring it to me.”
“The safe? You told me that it’s useless as you don’t know the password to unlock it.”
“Yes, only Mr. Sinister knew the password for it. But don’t worry about it, I’m going to obtain it from somewhere and then if we’re lucky enough, we’ll become billionaires.” Petunia gets secretly delighted but is quite suspicious at Rolf’s behaviour.
“I have a question, not regarding the safe, but Detective Sauvage.”
“Yeah? What about him?”
“If he survived the explosion, then why is he still reported to be missing? Is he hiding somewhere?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I think he’s alive and looking out for me.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” she asks casually.
“By next week, after my last cocaine deal with Joe and attainment of the safe, I’ll order a ship that will take us away from Berlin and probably away from Germany.”
“Don’t worry about it. You just think about how you’ll enter our house without getting noticed by the cops standing outside.”
A week after, Petunia was driving a white BMW that was completely stainless, as if it was a recent buy. She was headed towards their villa. She looks at the pistol that was kept on the passenger seat.
At the other end of the city, Rolf enters inside a not-so-crowded bar. A fair-skinned guy was standing ahead of him. The guy thoroughly checks his pockets and pants and then leaves way for him to move.
The gate of the villa is opened by a guard and Petunia enters inside. A guy standing at some distance from the house, talks in his walkie-talkie, “Someone just entered the house in a white car. Send your team immediately.”
At the bar, Rolf was sitting relaxed with his legs crossed, resting over a table. Joe was standing opposite him.
“So where’s the money?” Joe asks him.
“Hand me the weed,” Rolf says in a clear voice. “Let me walk out safely, and then the money is all yours.”
“I’m asking you one last time,” Joe speaks sternly, “where is the money?”
The fair-skinned guy comes closer to Rolf and aims his pistol over his head.
Outside the house, near the garden, two agents that worked for Rolf were standing, holding the heavy safe. Petunia comes by their side and says, “You’re going to load it in the trunk.”
Rolf puts down his legs and sits up straight looking at Joe fearlessly, “What do you think?” Rolf asks smartly. “That I didn’t know you’re doing this for the cops? Do I look like a fool to you?”
“The cops will definitely catch you,” Joe says, bending down, looking Rolf in the eye, “and we won’t let you escape. The reward will be mine.”
Another guy comes from behind and holds Rolf’s neck with a chain that he was holding. Rolf grabs the chain on his neck so he wouldn’t be choked too easily.
Thirty minutes had passed. The same white car comes outside from the gate. Two cops come right in front of the car and one of them says, “Stop! This is a police operation.”
As no one steps out of the car, the cops take out their guns and aim it towards the driver who was sitting inside the car. The driver calmly opens the door.
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