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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

DARK LIGHT

A ChrisEffe Bliss

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EPISODE 9

 

The high-powered earpiece in Rupert Henderson’s ear hummed briefly before the voice of Toby, one of his agents, came through.

“Bird is landing.”

“Roger,” Rupert said curtly.

He was dressed in black jeans, black soft-soled canvas shoes, and a black top with a hoodie that was pulled over his head. The cavernous allowance of the hood almost completely hid his face.

 

He crossed the street quickly and pointed a device at the traffic lights nearest him to him. Immediately, the traffic lights changed to red in all directions. He looked briefly to his left and saw a sleek white Nissan Pathfinder approaching the lights, reducing speed, and then finally coming to a stop.

Rupert changed directions and walked rapidly towards the car.

He could see the woman behind the driving wheel holding a phone to her ears.

“How many birds in flight?” he spoke softly into the hidden microphone.

“Only big bird, boss,” came Toby’s calm reply.

That meant the woman was alone in the car.

 

Rupert reached for the handle of the passenger door and pulled but the door was locked from the inside. Quickly, he pressed the device he was holding against the side of the car and pressed a knob. He could see the woman’s attention was drawn to his presence, and he knew he had to work fast before she started to scream.

The device sprang the locks of the car.

Rupert quickly opened the door and deftly slid into the passenger seat. The elderly woman was thin and lithe. Rupert knew she spent many hours in the gym to get toned and supple. Her grey hair was expertly coiffured into a beautiful wrap. Her blue-black skirt suit was of high quality and was complemented by the white blouse underneath and a string of expensive jewellery on her.

 

Suddenly, her red lips opened wide as she began to scream, but Rupert quickly snatched her phone from her hand and cut the call.

 He fixed her with a very cold stare.

“Do not scream, Miss Tapoli,” he said coldly as he removed a gun from his shoulder holster and placed it on his right thigh. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears came to her eyes and mingled with the horror on her face as she looked at him. She was almost hysterical when she spoke.

“Wh-what do yo-you w-want?” she stammered. “Mo-money? Pl-please my pu-purse is in th-th-the back!”

 

Rupert pointed his device at the traffic lights and pressed another button. The red light immediately changed to green.

“Drive, Miss Tapoli,” he said curtly. “I mean you no harm, and I definitely don’t want your money. You can consider me a friend, but if you don’t follow my instructions, I might hurt you badly.”

Her horror was complete now; she lost all her elegance and cultured image. She was not a beautiful woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she had a great body, even at her age, and her wealth had turned her into an attractive woman.

But her face was now making her look ugly; yes, fear always had that ability.

“Please, please, do n-not hurt me!” she whimpered in a horrified voice.

“Drive, Miss Tapoli,” Rupert said in a dead voice. “Don’t let me repeat myself.”

 

Cars were now hooting angrily behind them. The woman was trembling as she engaged the gear and moved forward.

“Wh-wh-where ar-are yo-you ta-taking me?”

Rupert sighed and leaned against the door.

“Just continue driving towards the Eden Waterworld, ma’am,” Rupert said softly. “I’ll be quick about this. This afternoon we found eight bugs hidden carefully in your car, and we deactivated them. We’ll activate them again once this conversation is over.”

She looked frantically at him with great fear and trembled badly.

“Wh-who a-are yo-you people?” she whispered hoarsely.

 

“Your worst nightmare, Miss Tapoli,” Rupert said with eyes as hard as flint. “We know you’ve been using your companies as a front for aiding Ruffalo Sacchi’s drug operations. But I don’t want you, ma’am. You’re just a small fish in the pool. Your role in this international drug racket can put you away for a very long time. Also, you would not be able to screw all those young, virile men you crave if we lock you away in prison. Do we have an understanding?”

She swallowed painfully, and he could see the look of terror intensifying in her eyes.

“You’re from Interpol, aren’t you?” she asked in a terrified voice.

 

“That is of no import,” Rupert said sharply. “Now, Ruffalo is a very ruthless man, and he’ll kill you in a blink if he suspects any foul play. That is why we needed to take all these precautions. Now, you have two choices, Miss Tapoli. One is to help me nail Ruffalo and you go free with all the money you’ve made. The other choice is to spend the rest of your natural life in prison. Your choice, ma’am.”

She looked at him desperately and tears fell down her craggy cheeks. She looked like her real age now, old and pathetic.

“Do I have a choice?” she whispered frantically.

“You do,” Rupert replied coldly. “Prison is always a choice.”

“Ruffalo will kill me!” she screamed with terror. “You don’t know how evil he is!”

 

“I know him more than you’ll ever know him, ma’am,” Rupert replied. “If you follow my instructions exactly, you might live to learn a lesson. Do we have an understanding?”

She nodded once.

“What do you want me to do?” she whispered.

“Park off the road,” Rupert said curtly.

Obediently, goaded by fear, she turned off the street and parked.

Rupert spoke to her for exactly forty minutes, and then he glanced at the watch on his wrist.

 

“The bugs in your car would be activated now,” he said. “You will follow every instruction I’ve given you. Do you understand?”

The woman nodded numbly; her expression still terrified.

Rupert opened the door and got down. He walked to the back of the woman’s car as she pulled away with a squeal of tyres. A moment later a sleek, black, Mercedes Benz pulled up beside Rupert. He opened the back door and entered.

The two Interpol operatives in the front seats looked at him briefly.

“We got her,” the driver, dressed in all-black, said. “That’s number six of Ruffalo’s pawns. We’re in business.”

“Hopefully, we’ll get that bastard soon,” Rupert said curtly. “Take me to Barbara’s place, boys. Afterwards, you can go and have fun.”

 

“You still hitting that pussy, boss?” Toby asked and turned to stare at Rupert with raised eyebrows. “Thought she’s steady on that Embassy bastard.”

“Fuck you,” Rupert said and leaned back. “Just taking some docs from her.”

“Yeah, right,” Toby said and Rick chuckled.

“Motherfuckers,” Rupert muttered.

***

Rupert Henderson pressed the doorbell.

Barbara Perkins had moved into the beachfront apartment of her fiancé, Tom Matthews. Rupert knew the apartments here were a bit expensive because of the beautiful location, but Billy was a senior embassy attaché and could afford to live expensively.

The heavy security door opened and was stopped by the heavy chain behind it. Barbara was wearing an overcoat but when she saw it was Rupert, she smiled demurely and quickly removed the chain.

She opened the door wide and stepped back.

“Come in, Tiger,” she whispered.

 

Rupert stepped into a lighted corridor. Barbara moved against him and hugged him tightly, pressing her body closer, and then she linked her arms around his neck, pulled his head down and gave him a sweet, wet, and long kiss.

Rupert felt his resolve weakening as he put his arms around her and returned her kiss passionately, but then he considered it as a goodbye kiss and so put his best effort into it.

She finally stepped back with her eyes closed and flushed lustful look on her face.

“That was breathtakingly fulfilling, Rupes,” she whispered. “Come in. Would you care for something to eat?”

“I’m good, Barbs,” he said softly. “A drink will do if you have it.”

 

“You bet I do,” she said as she walked in front of him.

She slowly opened her overcoat and let it drop off her shoulders. She was wearing only a thong that rode high on her hips, exposing the beautiful, bouncing mounds of her buttocks. With a lustful look on her face, she turned once and smiled at him, giving him a view of her incredible bare breasts and supple figure. The front of the thong barely hid the sweet bulge of her pudenda.

He picked up the overcoat as they entered the beautiful living-room which had a fantastic night-time view of the ocean.

 

“Aww, this is beautiful!” Rupert said as he moved towards the wide French Windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking the sea. He pushed them open and glided on the beautiful tiles to stand at the railing.

He looked at the sea and breathed deeply.

Rupert had been raised near the coast and he loved everything about the sea. He saw the lighted boats out there in the distance, and his heart beat with longing.

There were some high-backed bar stools near the railings and a beautiful sofa-like bed on the right which made him smile wryly. He didn’t need a soothsayer to know that sofa-bed had been the venue of some sexual bliss for Barbara and her boyfriend.

 

“Your drink, handsome, just as you like it,” Barbara purred behind him as she pressed herself against his back and slid a hand down the front of his trousers.

Rupert sighed softly and turned quickly.

She was holding a tall tumbler of scotch on the rocks. She had placed a bottle of scotch in an ice bucket on one of the tall stools.

“Thanks, Barbs,” he said and took the drink from her.

He drank deeply, enjoying the ice-cold tang and bite of the scotch.

She squirmed impatiently against him again.

“I’m all wet, Tiger,” she moaned lustfully. “I’ve missed you so much, Rupes. I want you inside me now!”

 

He nodded as he took another long swallow of the drink.

“You got the filler on that chap, right?” he asked.

She pointed to a blue folder lying on the sofa-bed.

“All in there,” she said quickly. “Steve Hollison. Something odd about him. You can read all about it later. Now, I can’t wait anymore!”

She took the glass from him and set it down carefully on a low table beside the sofa-bed, and then she began pushing him backwards. Rupert sighed, put his hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back.

 

“C’mon, Barbs, we gotta talk,” he said gently. “I really feel this moment, and I just wanna get naked and make love to you all through the night. But, baby, you’re dating this Tom guy, and he’s a good guy. He has honourable plans for you, marriage and kids and all the package, girl. You gotta try and stay faithful to him and let something good happen for you.”

“What the fuck, Rupes!” she said tightly and pushed him hard. “Don’t get sanctimonious on me, damn it! What is happening here is not love or a long-term commitment. Of course, I’m going to marry Tom, but you’ve been a superstud that fucks me good, and I assume I fuck you good too. So cut the crap, would you?”

He shook his head sadly at her.

 

“I can’t, Barbs, I’m sorry,” he said. “Made it a personal principle never to sleep with girls in relationships, Barbs. This ends today!”

“Stop it, Rupes, dammit!” she said, almost angrily.

She took a step back and swiftly pulled the thong down her beautiful legs.

“Don’t do that, Barbs,” Rupert said sharply. “I’m not making love to you!”

“Oh, yes, you are, you bastard!” she said angrily. “What’s this? You found another pussy that pleasures you more?”

He looked at her levelly with a pained expression on his face.

 

“My mother cheated on my father whilst they were still married, Barbs,” Rupert said through clenched teeth, obviously finding the recollection painful. “My old man never recovered from that. Shot himself in the head a week later. I hated my mother and I hated that son-of-a-bitch who seduced her. I promised myself I would not do the same to any other man. So, you see, my principles. I’m sorry.”

“No, damn you, Rupes!” she said angrily, grabbed his hand and pushed it against her wet patch. “Feel that, feel how aroused I am! What about the times we made love before, huh, even when you knew about Tom? Look, alright, let’s fuck for the last time and then you can walk away with your damn principles.”

He shook his head once.

 

“Sorry, Barbs. Ain’t happening. It’s over for us.”

He tried to walk past her, but she gave him a sudden fierce shove. The back of his legs came up against the edge of the sofa-bed, and he lost his balance. She followed his momentum and both of them fell down on the bed.

She clamped hot lips on his lips as she feverishly tried to unbuckle his belt. Rupert did not want to get rough with her and so put an around her waist in an effort to pry her loose. And that was when he noticed that the lights inside the living-room were shining brightly.

Barbara had not turned on those bright lights!

When she came to the balcony, the living room had still been relatively dark!

 

There was only one deduction for Rupert. If the lights were not time-based, it meant there was an intruder in the living-room. But intruders did not turn on bright lights! They used shaded torchlights!

Only homeowners turned on bright lights!

Tom Matthews was home!

In his momentary frozen stance, and as his mind worked to resolve the impending calamity, Barbara had managed to unbuckle his jeans and pulled down Rupert’s zipper. One of her hot hands was inside his boxers as she groped for his member.

“Shit!” Rupert Henderson muttered under his breath. With one fast movement, he lunged off the sofa-bed and sent Barbara sprawling.

 

“Rupes!” she screamed with alarm as he held the sofa-bed and turned it over with one movement. He dashed for the ice bucket and in the process, he kicked out at the bar stools sending them crashing to the floor.

“Rupes, are you out of your mind?” Barbara screamed as she tried to get up from the floor.

Rupert pulled out the bottle of scotch and threw the ice bucket at the glass he had earlier drunk from. The ice bucket, the tumbler and the low table crashed on the floor.

He disregarded Barbara’s scream and opened the scotch bottle and then put it to his lips, drinking it crazily, and allowing the alcohol to spill badly down his face and into his clothing.

Rupert then smashed the bottle on the floor.

 

Barbara’s eyes were filled with fear now as Rupert lunged for her.

“Rupes!” she managed to murmur as he grabbed her thong from the floor and stretched it, tearing the thin fabric into two. Without any warning he slapped Barbara across the face, sending her crashing to the floor with a cry of pain.

He pointed the hand holding the panties at her as he heard the French Windows opening behind him.

 

“I hate you, Barbara!” Rupert cried in a voice slurred deliberately to convey the illusion that he was drunk. “I loved you! You know I did! And now you found this Embassy bastard and won’t sleep with me again? You whore! You broke my fucking heart! You’re going to sleep with me whether you like it or not, do you hear me? Don’t fight me, Barbara! I don’t want to hurt you, but the more you say no to me, the crazier I get. When you tell me you love this Tom and don’t want anything to do with me, it hurts! You’re breaking my heart, Barbara!”

 

He lurched drunkenly towards her, but her dazed eyes were no longer on Rupert.

She was staring at Tom Matthews, her fiancé, was now standing with shock mixed with fear on his face.

“Tom!” she cried and now she looked at Rupert with dawning comprehension.

Rupert was advancing on Barbara and was reaching out to grab her when she mentioned Tom’s name. Rupert froze and turned around dazedly, and then he broke into tears and took drunken steps towards Tom.

The two of them had met on a couple of occasions. Barbara had introduced them to each other at one of the rare parties at the Embassy.

 

“Jesus Christ, Rupert!” Tom Matthews said as he advanced into the balcony with disgust all over his face. “What the hell! Were you trying to rape her?”

“Fuck you!” Rupert cried in a broken-hearted manner, and his face screwed up with pain. “You took her from me! She’s mine, you fuck!”

Tom was stunned as he walked past the stumbling Rupert and knelt beside the stunned Barbara.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry!” he cried when he saw the ugly welts of Rupert’s fingers had made across her cheeks. “He hurt you so! Oh, my love, I’m so sorry! Did he…”

“No, no, no!” Barbara whispered tragically. “You came just in time!”

He pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly.

 

“Hey!” Rupert said drunkenly, and Tom looked at him with furious eyes.

“You go to the living room and wait, Rupert!” he growled with wrath. “The only reason I ain’t calling the cops on you is that you and Barbara shared something. And I understand your pain!”

“She told you about us?” Rupert asked with feigned pain in his voice.

“Of course, she did!” Tom replied. “She’s a wonderful girl and you should have treated her right! You lost her, buddy! Learn to accept that and move on! Just look at yourself! Drunk and attacking her! Are you out of your bloody mind, Rupert? What the fuck are you doing here anyway?”

 

“Came for a report!” Rupert said as he bent for the blue file on the floor.

He intentionally lost his balance and fell hard, and then he retched and spat thickly on the floor, the perfect picture of a man who had taken in too much alcohol and had lost control totally.

“Go to the room, Barbara,” Tom said gently. “I’ll have a talk with this bastard!”

“He-he’s ju-just drunk, Tom, my love,” she whispered miserably. “He’s not usually like that.”

“I understand, my love,” Tom said with a gentle smile. “You’re such a wonderful woman and I can understand his pain for losing you. I heard him, how you told him you love only me. I love you so much. Now go, please. We’ll solve this like men.”

 

He removed his coat and draped it across Barbara’s naked body. He helped her to her feet and walked with her towards the living room.

Rupert was sitting dejectedly with his back to the railings, his head down. Barbara looked down at him with deep gratitude on her face and a tender look that bordered on love.

When they were gone Rupert sighed heavily and picked up the blue folder. He stood up and walked rapidly towards the living room, but when Tom suddenly appeared, Rupert changed instantly into the shambling, crooked walk of a drunk.

 

Tom looked at him with a fierce expression on his face.

“You fucked up, Rupert!” he said angrily.

Rupert looked at the man with pained eyes.

“Look, Tom, I’m so sorry,” he whispered miserably. “You’re right. Losing Barbs…has been hard for me, you know. I drank too much and lost control. I guess she would not want to see me ever again! I’ll have her transferred to another section.”

“Yes, you should, or I’ll demand it myself,” Tom said seriously. “I’m working on a transfer back to London. And she’s coming with me. I guess not seeing her will help you sort yourself out.”

 

Rupert nodded sadly, looking at him with shame.

“It would, it would,” he said and put a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “You found a good girl, Tom. Take care of her.”

“I mean to, man,” Tom said in a voice that was a bit gentle. “Take it cool, Rupert. Jesus, this shit could cost you your career, man. There are many more girls around, and I’m sure you’ll meet someone special eventually.”

“I hope so,” Rupert said and moved into the living room unsteadily, reaching out to steady himself on the wall.

“Hey, would you like to sleep it over, get the alcohol out of your system?” Tom told him. “You can’t drive like this, man. We have guest rooms.”

 

“Don’t worry, Tom,” Rupert said. “Won’t drive. Came with an Uber so I’ll get one. You stopped me from a really nasty moment. Please, apologise to Barbara for me.”

Tom nodded and opened the door for Rupert.

Rupert continued his drunken ambling till the apartment was way behind him, and then he began to walk normally.

He took out his phone to call an Uber and then a WhatsApp message popped up from Barbara. He navigated to the message. She had sent him a series of red hearts and then a weeping face, clamped hands and finally icon of a woman blowing kisses.

 

Oh, Rupes, my darling, my sweet, sweeeeet, darling! You saved my ass tonight! Thanks, hon. Love you so much. Will love you forever! Thanks again, really grateful!

He sighed and made the request for the Uber.

He got one with an estimated arrival time of six minutes. There was a lighted bus stop nearby so he sat down to wait. A bit shaky from the close call with Tom, he picked up the blue file and flipped it open.

The face of Steve Hollison stared at him from the first portrait picture in the file.

He flipped the photo aside and began to read the summary.

Two minutes later, he leaned forward suddenly with shock.

“What the fuck!” he whispered. He picked up his phone and made a call.

“Toby!” he said frantically. “Where you guys at?”

 

“Rick’s with his girl,” Toby said. “I’m chatting up a real beauty in a bar. Sound serious. Sup?”

“Pick me up, shit, taking an Uber, man. Meet me at the station!”

“Station?” Toby said with indignation. “Boss…”

“Now, dammit!” Rupert shouted and cut off the call.

The Uber had arrived and Rupert raced to it. He sat in the back and the driver turned immediately to look at him.

“Boss, you’re drunk!” he said reproachfully.

 

“Sorry, dude, alcohol poured on my shirt. I’m not drunk.”

“But it’s too much, boss, too strong,” the driver persisted. “Then there’ll be no aircon.”

“Fuck the aircon!” Rupert said sharply. “Get me to the Central Police station!”

As the Uber moved off, Rupert called Eyram.

She answered immediately as if she were already holding her phone, and she sounded really down.

“Rupert,” she said gently. “Was thinking about you. Wanted someone to talk to and wanted to call you but I thought it was too late.”

“Never too late for me to speak to you, Eyram,” he said gently. “Listen, is your sister still at the hospital?”

 

She was silent for a while, and then her voice became sadder.

“No, Rupert,” she said softly. “She was discharged. Diagnosed with some sort of viral attack that has broken down her central nervous system. Apparently, there’s no cure and she could be dead within two weeks.”

“Is she with you?”

“No, why?” Eyram asked with sudden unease. “She wanted to go with Steve and I accompanied her but Steve prevented me from being with her.”

Rupert exhaled quickly.

 

“Girl, send me your GPS location right now,” he said quickly. “We’ll be picking you up. We need to see your sister.”

“What? Why?” Eyram cried suddenly in alarm. “What’s going on here?”

“Get ready, Eyram, and send me the coordinates. I learnt something about that Steve guy. Will tell you when I see you, okay? Don’t fret it. Just get ready for me. I need to call Jonathan too.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be ready,” Eyram said quickly.

“Great,” Rupert said. “And if there’s the need to meet us somewhere…”

“No, I’m not too far from Effe’s place,” she said in a hurry. “I booked into a hotel. So, if you’re coming from the direction of the station I’ll be nearer.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

 

Rupert cut the call and called Jonathan Afful immediately.

“Rupert, Christ, do you know the time?” Jonathan asked in a sleepy voice. “It’s past ten, Mister Interpol!”

“Listen,” Rupert said curtly. “That guy you wanted info on…that Steve Hollison guy?”

“Yeah?” Jonathan said and his voice sounded sharper.

“He’s been married twice already, both of them filthy rich. One was an heiress and the other was a widow. Guess what, both of them fell sick somewhere along the line and died. Natural causes were cited, no foul play. But, Effe is rich too, ain’t she?”

“Jesus,” Jonathan whispered. “Yeah, she’s made herself some good dough. And she suddenly fell ill!”

 

“Yeah, I met Eyram in town yesterday when she was going to the hospital to visit her sister. Fact is, those women Steve married died pretty quickly after they had heart failure. All-natural, like I said. But I just don’t believe in coincidences, buddy, not when they strike three times.”

“You believe this guy somehow preys on rich women and murder them?” Jonathan asked. “C’mon, Rupert. He would have been caught a long time ago, don’t you think?”

“It doesn’t look good to me, and over the years I’ve learnt to trust my hunches,” Rupert said quickly.

“What do we do now?”

“Spoke to Eyram and she told me Effe was discharged and sent home, but Steve stopped Eyram from staying with them.”

“Shit!”

“Exactly. Get your ass down here to the station. For what’s worth, let’s get that poor woman away from that dude.” 

 

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