The police officer did not let go his grasp
from the young man’s arm. The man who they assumed was from the security
company was on his side.
- What are you
doing here?
- The same as all
these people. Being curious about what has happened.
- I know you. I
have seen you before, I’m sure.
The man wearing glasses pretended he was
just a tourist and dismissed the security man’s affirmation.
- It’s not
possible. I’m not from here. I’m just spending the day at the beach. Was the
mill broken into?
- Don’t try to be
funny, young man.
- I’m not trying,
officer. In a small village like this, even a robbery is a big event, you know.
- I thought you
said you were not from the region.
- It’s easy to
guess, isn’t it?
- I’ll take care
of him.
The security guard grabbed the young man’s
arm with a grip that felt as strong as a powerful claw.
- Hey, let go of
me. I did nothing.
He spoke out loud and that made the people in
the area turn their heads to their direction. He then looked around and saw his
two friends coming closer, ready to take action and help. He shook his head,
discouragingly. They understood the message and stayed away, observing from a
safe distance, together with the other locals, who started circling around them.
The evidently bigger and stronger man tried
to pull the young man away, under protest, attracting even more attention to
them than before. The small crowd soon completely surrounded the three
characters who were in that increasingly heated argument.
The burgled mill itself had been forgotten
for a minute or two.
That was an opportunity to be taken
advantage, before anyone would notice it, so the pale man slipped into the
building and climbed the steps to the upper floor. A few minutes later he came back
downstairs, almost unnoticed and left through the unattended open door.
***
- That was an
insane but very brave move.
- I have to agree.
I could not leave that chance untaken. It would not be fair, after all this
trouble.
- True!
- Come on. We need
to help him now.
- Did you get anything
from up there, after all?
The pale skinned man smiled demurely.
- We will talk
about it later. Let’s help our friend. I have a good and convincing argument.
If they want to take one, they will have to take all of us. Let’s make the
crowd come into this with us and bring them to our side.
- You’re absolutely
crazy, my friend, but that’s a great idea!
Amidst the whole turmoil, they did not
allow the police and security guard to take the young man wearing glasses away with
them and he was soon released. Those two men were not happy, however.
The three friends got off as immediately as
they could. They had a couple of things they would need to work out straight
away.
***
The Jeep turned around the roundabout and
took the right exit. They were back on the A28, heading south.
- They would not
be there for no reason.
- That’s what I
thought.
- That incident
just confirmed my suspicions.
- There’s one
piece still missing in this story…
- Yes. The man in
the hooded tracksuit…
- What he wants,
we kind of know already… What we need to realize is who he is and what he knows…
- And if he is a
friend or a foe…
- One thing is
true: we are one step ahead… still… but we need to go and visit that lighthouse
again down in the city… And it must be done immediately!
The two friends stared at the pale skinned
man, who was holding the phoney ‘geocache’
he took from the mill in his bare hand.
***
- Shame! What
could have happened here? I can’t find it anymore. Where is it?
- What? What do
you mean you can’t find it anymore?
- I think I know
what could have happened. I wonder if…
- Do you think he
got here before we did?
- Yes, I do.
- And what do we
do now?
- I don’t know,
but if he hadn’t realized it, yet, he will soon find out that we hold the other
piece of this puzzle and maybe he will come to the sensible conclusion that we will
need to work together, otherwise somebody else might…
- Are you serious?
He is not a friend, as far as we could find out.
- We don’t know it
yet…
- Then what is he?
Who is he?
- Think with me:
if he ran away from the police and those guys, he is not an enemy at all…
- Well, he broke
into the mill, didn’t he? That’s not an innocent move. He knew exactly what he
was doing.
- We’ve got to
find that man and get some answers to all these questions.
- But how? How can
we ever come to find him in this city? We have no clue as of to where he is and
how to contact him…
- We need to find
a way. I wonder if there’s a way to communicate… He might not be far from us… from
here… from this whole thing…
- You are correct!
The three men turned around at the same
time. A man with a dark hooded tracksuit was standing at the door of the
lighthouse. His face was in the shade.
- That ‘cache’ is
no longer there, as you have already noticed, for sure. I was waiting for you!
- What?
- It’s not going
to be effective fighting against each other. It doesn’t make any sense. We’ve got
to work together and quick. These people are dangerous and they want the same
as we do, but with a different intention. And they are getting closer and
closer…
- And who the f… I
mean, who the hell are you?
The man uncovered his head. The three
friends were in awe.
- How can this be
possible?
***
Who would ever know, after all?
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