26-03-2023, 04:27 AM
Sammy parks the car a little distance away from the target house from where he can just about see the SUV in front of the house, but not much more detail.
His knees jiggle, and his fingers beat a tattoo on the steering wheel.
He looks around, peering through the gathering gloom.
He is a little nervous, he admits to himself, but it wouldn’t do to show it to Arvind who is eyeing him with curiosity.
He turns to Arvind, forces a smile and a chuckle. “Nothing. Just waiting.”
“Want a smoke?”
Sammy shakes his head. “No, I don’t smoke. Never did.”
Arvind gives him a sad smile. “I keep trying to give up," he says, and taps the pack in his shirt pocket.
Sammy feels a little bit of some emotion, he isn’t sure if it is guilt or remorse or something else, but he has come to like Arvind.
But he also understands what needs to be done. Nakul Bhai has already told him, and if that weren’t enough, Alexei too has texted him the same thing on WhatsApp.
Arvind says nothing, but he is clearly uncomfortable. His breathing is still a little labored and he coughs a lot.
Sammy finally pulls his cell out of his pocket and makes a call.
Arvind says, “Who? Who are you calling?” His voice is a full octave higher and there is an edge of panic in it.
“One of my men at the butcher’s shop,” he says to Arvind as the connection goes through.
He points into the distance where Arvind can see a few goat carcasses hanging.
“Arvind Bhai is here,” he says into the phone. We will be there in a couple of minutes.”
He listens some more, then hangs up and turns to Arvind. “The guys are in place. The girl is here. Let’s wait over there and make sure we know what’s going on.”
He points to a tea stall, an awning with wooden benches underneath. The old man, the tea seller is busy with a couple of customers, paying no attention to them.
They get out of the car, and walk to the stall. “Two cups of tea, Chacha,” Sammy says and sits down.
There is a darkly tinted SUV near the entrance to Prakash’s building.
Sunny knows it is Nikolai’s car, but he is also certain that the man is upstairs, although he doesn’t know the exact location.
He waits and watches. There is probably one person in the car other than the driver, he knows. This is how they operate.
He sees a sudden green pulsing light in the car.
A phone call.
This must be the signal.
“Let's, go,” he says and gets up without waiting for his tea.
Things are finally in motion.
His knees jiggle, and his fingers beat a tattoo on the steering wheel.
He looks around, peering through the gathering gloom.
He is a little nervous, he admits to himself, but it wouldn’t do to show it to Arvind who is eyeing him with curiosity.
He turns to Arvind, forces a smile and a chuckle. “Nothing. Just waiting.”
“Want a smoke?”
Sammy shakes his head. “No, I don’t smoke. Never did.”
Arvind gives him a sad smile. “I keep trying to give up," he says, and taps the pack in his shirt pocket.
Sammy feels a little bit of some emotion, he isn’t sure if it is guilt or remorse or something else, but he has come to like Arvind.
But he also understands what needs to be done. Nakul Bhai has already told him, and if that weren’t enough, Alexei too has texted him the same thing on WhatsApp.
Arvind says nothing, but he is clearly uncomfortable. His breathing is still a little labored and he coughs a lot.
Sammy finally pulls his cell out of his pocket and makes a call.
Arvind says, “Who? Who are you calling?” His voice is a full octave higher and there is an edge of panic in it.
“One of my men at the butcher’s shop,” he says to Arvind as the connection goes through.
He points into the distance where Arvind can see a few goat carcasses hanging.
“Arvind Bhai is here,” he says into the phone. We will be there in a couple of minutes.”
He listens some more, then hangs up and turns to Arvind. “The guys are in place. The girl is here. Let’s wait over there and make sure we know what’s going on.”
He points to a tea stall, an awning with wooden benches underneath. The old man, the tea seller is busy with a couple of customers, paying no attention to them.
They get out of the car, and walk to the stall. “Two cups of tea, Chacha,” Sammy says and sits down.
There is a darkly tinted SUV near the entrance to Prakash’s building.
Sunny knows it is Nikolai’s car, but he is also certain that the man is upstairs, although he doesn’t know the exact location.
He waits and watches. There is probably one person in the car other than the driver, he knows. This is how they operate.
He sees a sudden green pulsing light in the car.
A phone call.
This must be the signal.
“Let's, go,” he says and gets up without waiting for his tea.
Things are finally in motion.
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