The mystery of the diary

​The next day, after school, Sam went straight to the place El mentioned. It was a dirty warehouse, perhaps in disuse for decades. There were many caches of useless things, everything in there was either rusted or rotten.

“Walk to your left and pull the lever,” A voice came.

Sam came into action immediately. He looked around, searching for the source of the voice but, couldn’t find one. Although, his job was a bit risky, but, he never carried a gun, partly because of his age and partly because of his righteous belief, he was strictly against taking a life. Meanwhile, he also knew that El would never try to harm him, although he kept on befooling him.

“Don’t even think that you can find me. I am not here, although I am watching you. Just do whatever I tell you,” The voice came again.

Sam’s predator sharp eyes finally found the lever and pulled it. A platform rose from the ground and a window popped up, demanding Sam to input the password. He tried to input some relevant words like ‘Theos’ ‘El Nico’ ‘Darren and others, but none worked. There were no ports through which Sam could hack the system. 

Having made sure he had tried everything he could, he left for Darren. They talked at length about what they have been up to.

“Darren! I have heard that Paul has got other estates in the countryside,” Sam finally spoke out the reason for his visit.

“Yeah! He has one in the south eastern suburbs, but, why would you ask?” Darren enquired. 

“I was planning to buy it,” Sam replied. 

“Are you serious!” Darren exclaimed, but remembering Sam’s riches, he continued, “I will fix your appointment with him whenever you say.” 

“No! No! You must finalize the deal yourself. I will pay whatever price you settle at. After all you will bargain much better than me,” Sam said, not willing to waste his time on a simple property deal.

“That’s fine! I will talk to him tomorrow itself,” Darren replied. 

Darren was so happy about this. This deal would make his life.  Paul had already promised him some shares of any further deals he comes up with, pleased at the perfect tenant he had brought. This guy was an angel, bringing him good luck, ever since he met him.

While returning back home, Sam heard footsteps, someone was definitely following him and if that was the case, there was almost cent percent probability that his stalker could be El’s man, or El himself. Sam’s first instincts were to chase his stalker down, but, after thinking rationally, he let go the idea. If he challenged him directly, he may get shot. After calculating the risks, he decided against chasing the spy, running after him will only arouse suspicion. He had to gently walk towards a safer place, then he could ask a cop to take care of his stalker, if he sees one. He finally arrived at the main square, but, strangely, the stalker was gone. 

He went straight to his lodgings, opened his diary to record his observations. While pondering over the case, he was startled by another noise in his backyard. He heard leaves rustling, as if someone was moving amongst them. Frightened, Sam shut the window down and went to bed.

Index to the novel

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