Blinded Part III. Fran Sánchez

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      Blinded

      Part III

      By Fran Sánchez

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      Translated by Felipe Henriquez

      Warning

      Rated 18+

      © 2019 Francisco José Sánchez Contreras

      © Cover design 2016 Francisco José Sánchez Contreras

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      © Translated by Felipe Henríquez

      Editorial TEKTIME

      Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.

      Rated for ages: 18 and above

CONTENTS

      Chapter 1 The Officer

      Chapter 2 The Author

      Chapter 3 Susan and James

      Chapter 4 U. N.

      Chapter 5 The Monument

       Epilogue

       About The Author: Fran Sánchez

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Chapter 1

The Officer

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      He could not allow a single mistake. Angel prepared the equipment very carefully, checking that the battery was completely charged and well attached to the detainee’s leg. He strapped a microphone to his hairy thorax with some tape and began voice testing.

      “Say something,” ordered the officer.

      “Something,” said the drug addict.

      “No! something longer,” he ordered again.

      “Something… something longer,” he repeated with his unique stuttering; whenever he started a sentence, he would always repeat the first word.

      After a chorus of laughter from his coworkers, the agent, a bit angry, said:

      “Are you stupid or just fooling around?”

      “If… if you say so, I’m not too smart.”

      “Are you making fun of me?”

      “Mister… Mister Commissioner, I swear on my dead that I’m not.”

      “Please, I’ve already told you I’m not a commissioner.”

      “But… but you’re the one giving orders.”

      “Mister Commissioner,” said another officer mockingly, “the recording equipment is working correctly.”

      “You… you see? you are the commissioner, you’re pulling my leg.”

      The police officer preferred not to continue the subject and concentrated on his work. He explained the operation’s procedure once more. He would pick his lifelong friend up at the prison exit and accompany him to try and find out where the robbery loot was hidden. They would always be nearby and it was very important that his friend did not discover the microphone.

      They were just about to solve a bank robbery that happened 15 years ago. Two criminals of little importance, both of them drug addicts, had robbed a bank subsidiary on a main street of Almeria. After shooting a round of shells at the director, who almost lost his life —though he ended up paraplegic—, they made off with a loot of 20 million pesetas of the era.

      The quick police investigations earned a prize a few hours later, the arrest of one of them, the perpetrator of the gunshots, known as Indaletius. He never confessed where he hid the bags or who his accomplice was, however. All of the suspicions fell upon the unfortunate stutterer, nicknamed Culebra, but, without any proof, he was set free, and after following him for months, verifying his awful lifestyle, they deduced he knew nothing of the money.

      The trigger-happy crook was sentenced and incarcerated in the city’s prison. Following a reduction of his sentence, he was to be set free 15 years later. The police, pressured by the insurance company that covered the damages of the robbery, wanted to recover the money. They decided to look for the stutterer and force him into collaborating with them. Angel had a particular personal interest in the case.

      He found him in the surroundings of a known drug-dealing spot. He was on his last legs, excessively skinny, malnourished, disheveled, broke, and with drug withdrawal. They took him to a police station where they tightened his screws. He begged and begged for a dose, methadone at the very least, but the police were inflexible. They played the classic bad cop, good cop routine. An agent threatened with sending him to prison for a recent supermarket theft. He kept intimidating him even more, he would assign another criminal he had unfinished business with as a cellmate. The good cop, Angel, offered to leave him free, enroll him in a detoxification program, and even give him a small reward for recovering the loot.

      The desperate man could not resist any longer, he gave in and accepted the terms. Angel wrote down the agreement and transferred him to the hospital after signing to ease his anxiety and rest to have the minimum requirements needed for the operation. Very early in the morning, after installing the microphone and repeating the instructions for the procedure several times, they gave him the most rundown confiscated vehicle, decorated to give it authenticity and avoid any suspicion.

      Angel was driving a disguised police vehicle behind him at a prudent distance while they made their way to El Acebuche, the name of the penitentiary center of the province of Almeria. The rest of the operation’s support waited for news at the police station. Suddenly, the car in front stopped by the right shoulder. The driver opened the door and ran off through a vacant lot filled with brushwood towards a labyrinth of greenhouses.

      “Fuck, that stammering son of a bitch, he’s gonna fuck the whole operation,” said the officer in civilian clothes that was with him.

      They hit the brakes, stopped behind the other vehicle, and ran after him.

      “Fucker’s gonna make us sweat this morning,” said his partner.

      “Stop, stop! Hold it right there!” shouted Angel in a loud voice.

      The criminal ignored their warnings and, fueled by the adrenaline, was reaching his objective full of hope.

      “Stop or I’ll shoot!” he СКАЧАТЬ