On a table next to theirs, Detective Sauvage was seated, looking constantly at Rolf. He was observing every act of his and followed him all the way from his home.
Two days later
At a restaurant, Rolf and Petunia were seated face to face at a table for two. Petunia was enjoying the dinner, but Rolf was stressed. Not liking his behaviour, she speaks up, “Look Rolf, you have faced such situations before too with cops chasing you. But every time you have handled them, haven’t you?”
“In this world of crime, you can’t trust anyone.”
“Anyone?” she asks, looking at him putting down his fork. “Could you be more specific?”
“These days I can’t count on anyone. Not even you.”
“Not even me?” she asks surprisingly.
“Yes… even you’re suspicious.” The waiter comes towards them and keeps a file on their table that has the bill. Rolf looks at the waiter, who is wearing a cap. It was Charles Sauvage, disguised as the restaurant’s waiter.
Rolf looks back at Petunia and says, “If I sense danger anywhere, I won’t hesitate. I’ll simply shoot the person I suspect.” Sauvage silently chuckles on his words and leaves their table.
“Only time will tell,” Sauvage says, while walking away.
A few days later, on the stands of Hoppegarten Racecourse, Rolf was sitting with his security guards. He was tensed as usual.
“Show me that newspaper again,” he speaks to one of the guards. The guard hands it over to him. Rolf takes it hastily and reads the title that worries him: ‘Berlin Police Department’s Search for the Most Wanted Gangster Rolf Corso in Progress’. He throws away the paper angrily.
“Don’t worry, Sir,” the guard on the right speaks, “the cops know nothing about your new look and residence.”
“It’s not some local police,” Rolf answers putting off his shades, “it’s the Berlin Police; they’ll find me sooner or later.”
Detective Sauvage and Anton were sitting right behind Rolf and his men.
“What are we doing just following them?” Anton asks Sauvage. “We have done our job, we have identified the criminal. Shouldn’t we let the cops do their job now?”
“No, Anton,” Sauvage answers looking at Rolf. “My job is not over yet. I’m still observing him.”
Sauvage turns his face towards Anton and says, “I have a plan.”
It was 10 o’clock at night. At a night club, the music was not too loud. But the place was crowded. Lights were changing from blue to green, then yellow to blue. Rolf was seated on a chair facing the bartender. He wasn’t drinking, even though he really wanted to. His eyes were expressing drowsiness.
“Are you okay?” the bartender asks him.
“Sorry?” Rolf asks looking up at him opening his eyes wide open, “Did you say something?”
“I meant to ask, are you feeling okay?”
“Oh, yea, I’m good,” he replies taking out a cigarette from his pocket.
Rolf turns around, rotating his chair and looks at the people walking around. He notices that someone was sitting right next to him. However, he puts the cigarette between his lips and lights it with his right hand. Unfortunately, his lightener was not functioning. He looks at the guy sitting next to him and asks, “Excuse me, can I borrow your lighter?”
“Sure,” the guy says, handing it over. Rolf takes it and lightens his cigarette. After he is done with it, he hands it back to him.
“Thank you,” he acknowledges.
“No problem, Sir,” the guy says showing his face to him. It was Detective Sauvage who rotates his chair around, the way Rolf had.
“You seem a bit down, Sir,” Sauvage says.
“Things are slightly not okay,” Rolf answers courteously, “But they will be better soon.”
“Do you come here often?” Sauvage makes conversation.
“Not quite often, but at times, yeah.”
“Charles Sauvage,” Sauvage says offering his hand for a handshake.
“William Henning,” Rolf says reluctantly shaking hands with him.
“William Henning, of course you are,” Sauvage speaks respectfully, but taunting seriously. As they let go of each others’ hands, Rolf continues smoking.
After a few seconds, Sauvage asks, “I see intensity on your face. Would you share it with me?”
“You don’t want to know,” Rolf chuckles.
“Come on, I’m really good at keeping secrets.”
“Okay,” Rolf agrees after thinking for a while, “I’ll give you a brief outline.”
“I’m listening,” says sauvage.
Rolf gets closer to him and whispers, “I hold a strong passion for money.”
“Well there is one way that can award you a lot of money.”
“Really? What is it?”
“Rolf Corso,” Sauvage says trying to provoke him, “ever heard of him?” Rolf gets a little alert trying to pay attention to what he was about to say.
“The Berlin Police will offer a huge bounty on his capture,” Sauvage says.
“On his capture?” Rolf chuckles. “He hasn’t been identified yet, how can he be captured?”
“The B.P.D. is working on it.”
“Anyways, do you know what is he accused of?”
“Of course, for murdering the infamous Mr. Sinister.”
“Yes…” Rolf says looking straight into his eyes, “and do you think that a guy who can kill an infamous thief like Mr. Sinister can be easily caught?”
“Well, if the whole police department is working on it, then why not?”
Rolf arrogantly stands up. Sauvage stands up after him. Rolf gets face to face with him and claims, “Mr. Sinister’s murder was just a trailer offered by Rolf Corso. The world has not yet seen Corso’s entire movie.”
At the parking area in the basement, Rolf was coming towards his Ferrari. As he gets closer, he sees that both the front tyres were deflated. He kneels down to have a closer look and realizes at once
that they were intentionally torn
It must be the cops he wonders. He stands up, and after unlocking the door, he opens the driver’s seat to get something that was kept inside.
“Where are you fleeing to Mr. Rolf Corso?” a familiar voice comes from behind. Rolf recognizes it. Charles Sauvage was standing right behind him.
“So you are from the Berlin Police Department?” Rolf asks without turning back to look at him.
“Yes, I am Detective Charles Sauvage. And I have identified you.”
“So you are here to arrest me?” Rolf asks as he was holding a pistol that he had taken out from his car.
“No… I’m just here to seek revenge.” Rolf gets confused and astonished on hearing this.
“Yes…” Sauvage continues, “Mr. Sinister was my father. I had taken this case to close in on you and then murder you with my own hands.”
Rolf turns around in a flash to aim his revolver at him. But as he does so, Sauvage instantly kicks high enough that his leg hits the pistol, and the weapon flies over, falling at a distant point.
Rolf attacks and hits him with both his clenched fists. Sauvage however, fights back defending his face with his arms and kicks Rolf in the chest.
As Rolf lands on the ground, Sauvage takes out his own pistol and almost aims it at him. But Rolf gets up and jumps from his car’s bonnet, hiding behind his car to defend himself from the bullets. Sauvage fires twice, but misses. Rolf sees that his pistol was lying under another car that was parked right next to his own. He struggles to get his pistol and after acquiring it, he reloads it.
Now, Sauvage was hiding behind a double cabin vehicle knowing that his rival had acquired a pistol as well. And Rolf was hiding behind his own car. Rolf fires a shot on the double cabin vehicle’s engine. Sauvage fires back two shots. He misses again.
Rolf gets furious now and fires continuously till his gun’s magazine empties. He sees that the car behind, which Sauvage was hiding in, leaked a lot of fuel. It was petrol or diesel. Either way it was dangerous.
The exchange of fire between them ends as their pistols go empty.
Sauvage comes out bravely. Rolf shows up. They both come closer and begin their fight without any hesitation. They have a brief fist fight first. Rolf gets a little unconscious after getting hit twice on his right eye. Sauvage opportunistically holds him with his jacket and pushes him towards his Ferrari that Rolf falls over the driver seat’s window causing its glass to break. Sauvage comes and pulls him out holding his jacket. Rolf was brutally injured. Rolf pretends to be unconscious but suddenly takes him by surprise hitting Sauvage on his face with his elbow. Sauvage falls down. Rolf jumps over him grabs his collar and hits him repeatedly on his face. Rolf then puts his hand inside his jacket’s pocket for a while. He takes out a penknife and after opening it, he forcefully attempts to stab Sauvage. But Sauvage stops him with both his hands.
“This is not the end of it,” Sauvage says snatching the penknife from Rolf with all his strength, and then immediately stabs it in his throat. Rolf gets shocked, and loses his strength. He stands up and slowly moves backwards. Sauvage gets up and sees the harm he had caused.
Injured, Rolf struggles to run away. Sauvage follows him slowly as he could hardly walk with his weak left leg. Rolf fortunately finds two bullets in his pocket. Sauvage, who attempts to run, falls down. Rolf hears him collapse. Now, he had the perfect opportunity as he was holding his pistol and Sauvage was lying on the ground.
“Perfect…” Rolf says, going back towards him, loading the pistol with bullets. Rolf aims his pistol towards him.
“What do you think?” Sauvage asks. “If you kill me you will be spared by the Berlin Police. Your new face has been reported and soon you will find posters stating you as the most wanted gangster.”
“I’m not afraid of the cops…” Rolf speaks in a very creepy voice. “I’ll leave Berlin within no time. But your time is up.” Two gunshots are heard.
A minute later, the double cabin vehicle explodes.
The next day, Petunia was walking worriedly on a footpath that had different stalls set up at some distance from each other. She was very much tensed, holding her cell phone constantly looking at it.
“Where is Rolf?” she speaks to herself. “I haven’t heard from him since so long. Why is his cell phone off?”
As she was walking, she gets closer to a newspaper stall. Her eyes accidentally see a photo on a newspaper’s front page which rings a bell. She stops and looks back at it. It was Rolf Corso’s photograph.
She moves closer, picks up the newspaper and reads the headlines: ‘Detective Sauvage Murdered in a Blast. Rolf Corso the Prime Suspect’. Petunia gets shocked, and terrified holding her forehead.
She reads further in a whispering voice: “According to analysts, the criminal Rolf Corso and Detective Sauvage had a brutal fist fight and the murdered person was shot twice before a bomb explosion took place. According to the witnesses outside the basement, it was the criminal, Rolf Corso, who escaped safely. The burnt body can be of no one, but Detective Sauvage, as he is still reported missing from his house.” Petunia stops reading.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims silently. She holds up her cell phone and then makes another call to Rolf. His number was still powered off.
A few days later Petunia was walking on the road hopelessly. She had no idea what happened to Rolf, and was not living her usual life of luxury. She spots a wall while she was loitering. There was a poster on it. She turns to look at it. The poster had Rolf’s photo with a headline: ‘Wanted: Alive’.
Petunia keeps looking at it and says, “This is not the first time I’m seeing it. I see these more than three times every day.” She continues walking again.
A week later, Petunia was in a club as the clock struck midnight. Her eyes were completely red, filled with tears. Her hair was not combed for several days. I can’t believe he dumped me. I know he’s alive. But he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. She gets up and takes another sip from her glass. He left the house and cars to me. His workers and agents are constantly asking me about him. So it means that he has left Berlin for good, or probably he’s planning to, she thinks to herself.
Inspector Alvarez was at his office in the police station. He was holding the newspaper in his left hand and a photograph of Rolf Corso in the other. While looking at the photograph he says, “So this guy calls himself as William Henning.” He keeps on looking at the two for a couple of seconds and then let goes off the two. He holds back his hair and leans back on his chair.
Where can he be? he wonders. After murdering Detective Sauvage, he is seen nowhere in Berlin. No one can find him. It’s been two weeks since the incident.
A few hours later, during the evening, Inspector Alvarez was standing outside the police station waiting for someone.
Anton comes after a few minutes and greets the Inspector.
“Oh! Thanks for showing up,” the inspector says being delighted to see him.
“So what do you want to ask, Sir?”
“This guy Rolf, you’ve been to his house, right?”
“Yes, there are several cops hiding outside his bungalow, keeping a watchful eye on anyone who enters the place.”
“What I want to ask is, is there anyone who comes and visits that place very often?”
“Well…” Anton speaks while thinking, “there’s some woman named Petunia who lives there. She is usually not in her senses when she returns home.”
“Drunk? I see… what do you think of her?”
“I think she’s heartbroken. Rolf must be a close friend of hers. Probably he’s dead.”
“Dead?” Inspector Alvarez utters, disliking the word. “We can’t afford that because he’s the only one who knows about the safe. We need that safe back from him. It’s the rightful possession of the villagers.”
“What if this woman knows where he has hidden it?”
“Yes,” he answers considering the possibility, “what if she does. She might.”
“I suggest you keep some cops following her.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Inspector Alvarez says getting the idea, “so we can keep tabs on every person she meets. And if Rolf is alive then I’m sure someday he’ll come and meet her. And that will be our perfect chance to arrest the guy.”
to be continued...