"Step out of the car,” one of the cops says.
“Do you know the kind of agent I am?”
“Open the trunk and step out of the car!” the other cop yells. The agent presses a button that unlocks the trunk.
“I’m the kind,” he continues speaking, “who has no reason to live, and my death is a tool for my master Rolf’s plan.”
As one of the cops goes and opens the trunk, something unexpected happens.
The car explodes in a bomb blast – a bomb that was planted inside the trunk. Immediately, fire enveloped the car. The bodies of the cops were lying on the ground.
Another car comes out of the villa in quick speed. Petunia was driving the vehicle, with a delightful smile reflecting a sense of success for her. The trunk of the vehicle was not completely shut as the safe was kept inside.
Rolf was still resisting the chain. The door of the bar is kicked open and two cops enter, holding their pistols aiming straight at Rolf. Rolf is freed from the chains. He stands straight, with hands up in the air. Inspector Alvarez enters the place. Rolf looks at him for a moment, as he stares back at him.
“Put your hands behind your back!” Inspector Alvarez claims.
“Sure,” Rolf smiles, lowering down his hands. Rolf kneels on the ground as two cops come closer, aiming at him with their pistols.
“Finally,” Inspector Alvarez says making his way between the cops, “you are under arrest.”
“Oh, yes, I am!” Rolf agrees. A minute later outside the bar, Rolf’s hands were cuffed behind his back and he was being taken away by Inspector Alvarez. Rolf calmly sits inside the police vehicle on the passenger seats. Anton was on the driving seat. Inspector Alvarez comes from the other side and sits right next to Anton.
It was late at night when Petunia was in her car waiting for Rolf’s phone call. She was continuously looking back at the trunk to make sure the safe was away from any harm. Her cell phone begins to ring, and she checks the caller ID before answering the call. It was an unknown number. She reluctantly answers the call, “Hello?” The call disconnects.
She looks back at the number in confusion. Few seconds later, the cell phone rings again. It was the same unknown number. She answers immediately, “Yes? Who is it?”
“Where is the safe?” an unfamiliar man’s voice answers.
“Excuse me? Who am I speaking to?”
“Detective Charles Sauvage,” the caller replies confidently with a sharp voice, “where is my safe Petunia?” Petunia gets terrified and looks around.
“Det… Detective Sauvage,” she speaks in terror, “where are you right now?”
“I’m going to get that safe from you,” he answers, “because I know exactly where you live. So don’t make a foolish move by involving Rolf in this. Or else both of you will die.”
“Look I…” she begins to speak, but stops as the call is disconnected again. Petunia was shaken.
She turns on the engine and decides to go back to the apartment.
Two hours later, somewhere in the middle of the road many police vans were parked around a police vehicle that was marked around with a strip stating crime scene with several cops on guard.
Inside that specific police vehicle, Inspector Alvarez was lying dead with his forehead bleeding as if a bullet had pierced through his head, splitting it. The police commissioner Mr. Levesque comes up and takes a look at him.
“Looks like Rolf Corso has escaped again.”
Petunia was in her apartment, watching television. Someone knocks her door gently which makes her terrified. She stands up, picks up a sharp knife that was kept nearby on a table and makes her way to the door and opens it.
It was Rolf. He was holding a shopping bag.
“Oh! Thank God!” Petunia claims, hugging him tightly.
“Let me in please,” Rolf retorts, without hugging her.
“Where have you been?” she asks, as she lets him go. “Why is your cell phone powered off?”
“I’ll explain everything. Just let me in.”
“What are you holding by the way?”
“It’s dinner,” he says in his usual creepy voice, looking at the shopping bag, “let us have our supper and then we can share our recent experiences.”
“You will not believe who called me today.” Rolf makes his way inside the apartment being least concerned about what she had to say.
Several minutes later, Rolf and Petunia were sitting face to face like they were on a date. They had an unusual kind of meat in front of them.
“What is this?” she asks, looking at the meat strangely.
“It is nice. I like it; give it a try.” Petunia begins eating it. And she keeps on eating for a while.
“So Detective Sauvage called you today?” he makes conversation.
“Yeah, and I was terrified,” she answers swallowing her food. “And do you know what he was saying?”
“I know… he said and I quote ‘I know exactly where you live. So don’t make a foolish move by involving Rolf in this. Or else both of you will die’.” Petunia is shaken again.
“How do you know?” she asks staring at him constantly.
“I know what you are going to say,” Rolf continues speaking, this time with an absolutely clear and apprehensive voice, ‘Rolf you’re suspicious’.”
Petunia stands up asking him, “Who are you? You’re not Rolf!”
“I think you know who I am,” Rolf says, standing up after a brief pause.
“Are you Detective Sauvage?”
Several weeks earlier, in the parking area, when Detective Sauvage was lying injured on the ground and Rolf was about to shoot him with his pistol, Sauvage remarked: “If you kill me, will you be spared by the Berlin Police? Your new face has been reported and soon you will find posters everywhere marking you out as the most wanted gangster.”
“I’m not afraid of cops…” an injured Rolf retorted in a mysterious tone, “I’ll leave Berlin within no time. But your time is up.”
Anton appeared from behind Rolf, taking out his revolver and aiming at Rolf who was about to shoot Sauvage. Two gunshots were heard.
As Rolf’s body hit the ground, Sauvage immediately stood up. Anton comes by Sauvage and enquires, “He’s dead, as you wanted. Now what?”
“Bring the dead body of that person.”
A minute later, an anonymous dead body was lying on the ground that had been shot with two bullets. Anton and Sauvage had kept Rolf’s dead body on the back seat of their car. Anton drove away from the spot where the double-cabin vehicle was parked.
As they covered a distance far from that place, Detective Sauvage instructs Anton, “Tomorrow you are going to come here and give a statement making it look like I was murdered by Rolf Corso. Okay?”
“I will do just that.”
Petunia moves backwards getting afraid of Sauvage whose face was exactly as that of Rolf’s.
“What have you done to Rolf?”
The next day, after Rolf’s murder, Detective Sauvage was at the hospital with Surgeon Teddy Conway. As they were talking, the surgeon reconfirms, “So you are saying that you want me to slice out Rolf’s face and fix it over yours?”
“Yes, and I want this surgery to be finished as soon as possible.”
“Okay. I will arrange a team today and by tomorrow we can start working on this.”
“And Rolf’s dead body?” Sauvage asks.
“Don’t worry about it; it is safe with us. I won’t let it decompose.”
The next day, Detective Sauvage was lying on a bed inside the operation theatre. There were three surgeons in the room. One of them was marking out spots around Sauvage’s face which was part of the surgery procedure.
Petunia stands still and asks a little angrily, “What happened to Rolf? How did you get this look?”
“Rolf died in the blast,” Sauvage answers, “I killed him. And then I got plastic surgery done.”
After the operation was done and the bandages had been removed, Detective Sauvage looks at himself in the mirror. He possessed Rolf’s face now. For a while he feels his face, and the scars marked upon it. Then he lowers down to the scar made over his throat.
“Now I will have to change my voice from the person I am about to fool.”
Petunia begins to sob, with her lips trembling.
“What do you want from me?” she cries.
Sauvage says gently: “Oh! Don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you. I just want the safe.”
“It is downstairs inside the trunk of my car.”
“And where is your car?” It wasn’t parked at the usual spot.”
“At the back side of the grocery store…”
“Oh…” he says, walking past her, “thanks anyway.”
“Wait… stop…” Petunia says as she falls down on her knees, “before going, can you tell me how it all began?”
“Sure, why not,” Sauvage says, as he turns around looking at her. “Mr. Sinister? You know him of course.”
“Was he related to you?”
“That’s what I told Rolf. But I lied. Time you hear the truth – I am Mr. Sinister.”
“You are Mr. Sinister?” she asks getting confused. “But according to the police reports Mr. Sinister is dead. And Rolf also told me that he killed him.”
“I survived the incident. I barely survived.”
“So what was your strategy?”
“I was already a member of the police department. So I fought to get on this case. My job was only to identify Rolf Corso. But my plan was different. I identified him and then followed you guys everywhere.”
“Yes… at the racecourse, at the casino, at restaurants as a waiter. My plan was to observe and learn Rolf’s attitude and behaviour. His walking style, his sitting positions and many other things… so that when I would come in front of you as Rolf Corso, you would not doubt me… but you always said you’re suspicious.” Petunia remains silent and continues weeping.
“Now I get it,” she cries, “now I understand why you got terrified the other day while reading the news regarding the burnt dead body.”
“Yeah… the whole plan could have been destroyed.” Sauvage takes out a cigarette from his pocket.
“I had an advantage though,” Sauvage continues, “when I was standing right next to Rolf, I realized that we had the exact same height and almost exactly the same muscular build.”
“The cops are still after Rolf. They will catch you as soon as you step outside.”
“It has been taken care of. My partner and I are leaving Berlin tomorrow morning via a cruise.”
Sauvage begins to move but stops and then continues, “Oh by the way Petunia, how did you like the meat?” Petunia remains silent and looks aside angrily.
“If you want to know, it was your love’s flesh.” Sauvage puts on his shades and leaves.
Petunia slowly realises that the meat they had for dinner was Rolf’s. She feels disgusted and holds her mouth as if stopping herself from throwing up.
Anton was standing close to the front railing of the cruise ship. He was enjoying the view of the water. He hears a gunshot from behind. He turns around calmly and sees his friend Detective Sauvage as Rolf Corso. Sauvage was holding a pistol. Anton smiles and then laughs. Sauvage smiles back and comes closer to him, tossing away the pistol.
Few days ago, just before Inspector Alvarez died, Anton was driving the police vehicle. The inspector was sitting right next to him on the passenger seat and Sauvage who appeared to be Rolf was sitting at the back side with handcuffs on his forearms. While driving, Anton slowly stopped the vehicle, applying the brakes fully.
“What happened?” Inspector Alvarez asks getting confused. Anton takes out a pistol from his pocket and immediately aimed it at the inspector’s forehead. The inspector gets surprised and asks, “What the hell does this mean?” Anton fires the gun.
Two minutes later, Sauvage’s handcuffs are being unlocked by Anton.
Here at the cruise ship, Sauvage and Anton hug each other after getting close. As they let go of each other, Sauvage looks at his left and Anton looks to what was lying on his right. There it was – the safe that was worth billions.
“Let us celebrate!” Anton says picking up a bottle of champagne that was kept aside. Sauvage answers, “Sure.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes,” Sauvage says looking at him.
“You were once Mr. Sinister, then you turned into Detective Charles Sauvage. And now you’re Rolf Corso. Who are you in real?”
“Well,” Sauvage chuckles. “There was never a Mr. Sinister and neither a Rolf Corso, as you know. So I am Charles Sauvage?”
“Oh!” Anton tears up the wrapping of the champagne bottle and then continues, “I have one more question.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Are we good or bad guys?”
Sauvage begins sarcastically, “We killed three to four police officers as well as some innocent civilians, and right now we are running away with a property that belongs to the villagers, so I would say we are worse than most of the bad guys out there.” Anton laughs out loud.
Sauvage exclaims proudly, “We are successful because we are free from all the cops and all the criminals of Berlin. No one can catch us now. If one is brilliant and is ready to take risks, and of course, if he is not afraid to die then surviving in a world of crime is like playing a video game for him.” •
to be continued...
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