Part 9 – End
“Hands high up, and no tricks, else the boy gets it!” the voice shouted.
I held up my hands high, and emerged from my hiding place.
A stout man with a clown face was standing on top a container, pointing what seemed like a toy gun at me. His fake red nose looked ridiculous on his white face, and bright big red lips. I had to suppressed a laughter, and his oversized shoes and baggy shorts with straps didn’t help much either.
“You can laugh now, but mind you, Explosive Jack will have the last laugh ! Hiahahaha…” he laughed crazily again.
“Jack, where’s the kid? I’ll ask Black Don to spare you if you return the kid safely to me.” I bargained.
“I can take care of myself, haha….and as for the Jack in the box, good luck finding him before..Poof ! hahaha….”he laughed, jumped from the container, and disappeared from sight.
That clown ! I cursed and started to ran around the building, looking for a box. Puffing at top floor, I saw crates of wooden boxes. Which one?
No time liao ! my mind screamed, as I transferred energy to my fists and legs, and started to punch and kick the boxes open in record time.
“Crash ! Crash !” the boxes cracked open one by one, but lil Bruce is still nowhere to be seen.
“Hiiieeeyaaah !” I punched into one of the wooden boxes, and was rewarded with a muffled and tied up boy inside. It’s little Bruce !
Grabbing him, I ran and jumped off from the ledge, and did a sommersault, landing with a sprain on my ankle. Nothing more to ask for from a 3 storey jump.
Limping, I carried Bruce in my chest, and race towards some shelter.
“Ka Boooom !” the whole place went up in smokes, and the remnant explosive force pushed me forward, tripping me.
Shielding Bruce in my arms, I rolled on the ground a few times, before taking cover behind a barrel. Looking down at him, I was relieved to find his bright eyes staring innocently back.
“Its ok, kiddo, you’re safe now.” I patted his silky hair and comforted him.
“Wheew Oo, Wheew Oo”, the police sirens signaled the arrival of James and his men. Man, why do they always appear after all the actions? These potatoes are so inefficient !
“Why don’t you come later? And we can have tea together?” I shouted my curses to James over the din. “I gotta return the boy to his mother. Catch you all next time.” And I made my move, leaving them to clean up the mess.
Later that night, when I was rubbing ointment on my sprained ankle, the phone rang again.
“Congratulations, Mr. Sticky.” said the sweet voice. “For your information, we have taken Explosive Jack into “safe” custody.” “Click”.
Why do mafia boss doesn’t let me have a chance to talk back? If they want people to listen only, why cant they just email or sms me? Man !
Coming up next : Case #5 – Clean up, hehe... :D
Sunday, March 22, 2009
case 4 - part 8
Part 8 – Clues
Reaching home, I got down to work. Putting the glove on the test table, under the microscope, I began to look for minute details.
The glove was stained with some grey particles, a bit of white caked up stuff, flakes of brown dust, and white crystalline powder. Further tests revealed them to be cement, paint, saw dust and salt respectively.
Using the internet, I looked for a place which is near a cement plant, a paint factory, a sawmill, and near the sea. It wasn’t long before I located an abandoned warehouse near the port. Most likely Explosive Jack is holing out there, and I gotta act fast if I want to rescue little Bruce safely.
Calling up Big Dog James to mobilized his police staff, I sped off to the warehouse, praying that I’m not too late.
Reaching the place, I found that the area is deserted. Getting down from my car noiselessly, I sneaked towards the warehouse, hiding from empty containers to containers, before snaking into the building itself.
“Quit playing games and show yourself, hahaha…” a voice calls out, and ended in hysterical laughter.
Heaving a sigh, I moved out to the open, expecting the worst.
To be continued….
Reaching home, I got down to work. Putting the glove on the test table, under the microscope, I began to look for minute details.
The glove was stained with some grey particles, a bit of white caked up stuff, flakes of brown dust, and white crystalline powder. Further tests revealed them to be cement, paint, saw dust and salt respectively.
Using the internet, I looked for a place which is near a cement plant, a paint factory, a sawmill, and near the sea. It wasn’t long before I located an abandoned warehouse near the port. Most likely Explosive Jack is holing out there, and I gotta act fast if I want to rescue little Bruce safely.
Calling up Big Dog James to mobilized his police staff, I sped off to the warehouse, praying that I’m not too late.
Reaching the place, I found that the area is deserted. Getting down from my car noiselessly, I sneaked towards the warehouse, hiding from empty containers to containers, before snaking into the building itself.
“Quit playing games and show yourself, hahaha…” a voice calls out, and ended in hysterical laughter.
Heaving a sigh, I moved out to the open, expecting the worst.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 7
Part 7 – Black Don
The posh office is stylishly decorated. Italian marble floors, white washed walls, paintings by long dead and contemporary artists, oak panel cabinets, plush sofas, this place stinks of laundered money.
At the far corner, tucked in a black leather chair behind his wide table, sits Black Don. He looks calm in his black tuxedo and sunshades. I stormed towards the mafia boss.
“What brings you here today, Mr. Sticky? “ he drawled in his smooth voice.
“Save your sweet talk, Black Don. Release the boy, he’s innocent.” I hammered at him.
“What are you talking about?” he continued in his sweet calm voice.
“This.” And I tossed the black glove on his table.
“What’s this?” he picked it up, and peered over his sunshades with his steely blue eyes.
“It belongs to your association, no?” I shot back.
“Ah, it seems we have a misunderstanding here.” He replied after studying it for a moment and tossed it back to me. “It belongs to our EX member, Explosive Jack, who went cuckoo recently, and was expelled from our club.”
“Where can I find him?” I pressed.
“Beats me, we’re also looking for him.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m busy, and have much to do.” “Teet” with a press of a hidden button, the floor beneath me opened up, and I was flung down.
“What the …?!” I only managed to utter before falling straight down.
“Whooosh”, luckily, I fell on a stack of hay, and was unhurt. Guess I have to do some detective stuff on my own now.
To be continued….
The posh office is stylishly decorated. Italian marble floors, white washed walls, paintings by long dead and contemporary artists, oak panel cabinets, plush sofas, this place stinks of laundered money.
At the far corner, tucked in a black leather chair behind his wide table, sits Black Don. He looks calm in his black tuxedo and sunshades. I stormed towards the mafia boss.
“What brings you here today, Mr. Sticky? “ he drawled in his smooth voice.
“Save your sweet talk, Black Don. Release the boy, he’s innocent.” I hammered at him.
“What are you talking about?” he continued in his sweet calm voice.
“This.” And I tossed the black glove on his table.
“What’s this?” he picked it up, and peered over his sunshades with his steely blue eyes.
“It belongs to your association, no?” I shot back.
“Ah, it seems we have a misunderstanding here.” He replied after studying it for a moment and tossed it back to me. “It belongs to our EX member, Explosive Jack, who went cuckoo recently, and was expelled from our club.”
“Where can I find him?” I pressed.
“Beats me, we’re also looking for him.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m busy, and have much to do.” “Teet” with a press of a hidden button, the floor beneath me opened up, and I was flung down.
“What the …?!” I only managed to utter before falling straight down.
“Whooosh”, luckily, I fell on a stack of hay, and was unhurt. Guess I have to do some detective stuff on my own now.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 6
Part 6 – #1 Heaven King
The 2nd top most room is the martial arts room, with all sorts of weapon lining up both sides. I walked along the rows of maces, spears, big swords towards the end of the room. A table honoring the deity Guan Yu stood massively there, and in front of it, there’s a small wooden square table, with a lady having her lunch of porridge and kailan.
“Dai Si Je (Eldest sister, 大师姐)”, I clasped my right fist in my left palm, and saluted her.
“Oh, its lil Sticky. Come, have some lunch with me.” She lifted her face to show her pupiless eyes, blinded since birth.
“Yes, Dai Si Je.” I answered politely, and sat down gingerly on the wooden bench opposite her, the infamous Night Queen (夜皇后), #1 Heaven King of Black Glove gang.
“Finish your kailan, and get going.” She snapped impatiently.
“Hai(yes), Dai Si Je…” and I grabbed the chopsticks, and banged the table with my left fist.
“Wham !” , “Floosh !” the plate and its kailan contents flew up as I maneuver my chopstick to grab one of the vege.
“Clack ! Clack!” Not so fast, she blocked my chopstick with hers, and the plate dropped back down. “Clang…..ang..ang..” and wobbled a bit before settling down firmly again.
This called for dired actions. I traced my chopsticks in a figure of 8, and concentrated hard. Moving painfully slow, I inched my chopsticks forward.
She cocked her head to one side, trying to hear my movements, but I took great care not to break the air with my chopstick, and inched further. Sweat started to broke out, but I persevered.
After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to reach a kailan, and clamped on it softly, then retraced my movements back towards my mouth.
Another eternity elapsed, before I was finally able to push the vege into my mouth.
“So, sifu had taught you well in his Tai Chi Chopsticks (太极筷) techniques.” She heard me munching, and conceded defeat.
“Seng3 Yong1 (thanks for giving me chance, 承让 )” I saluted her again, before going up to meet Black Don.
To be continued..
The 2nd top most room is the martial arts room, with all sorts of weapon lining up both sides. I walked along the rows of maces, spears, big swords towards the end of the room. A table honoring the deity Guan Yu stood massively there, and in front of it, there’s a small wooden square table, with a lady having her lunch of porridge and kailan.
“Dai Si Je (Eldest sister, 大师姐)”, I clasped my right fist in my left palm, and saluted her.
“Oh, its lil Sticky. Come, have some lunch with me.” She lifted her face to show her pupiless eyes, blinded since birth.
“Yes, Dai Si Je.” I answered politely, and sat down gingerly on the wooden bench opposite her, the infamous Night Queen (夜皇后), #1 Heaven King of Black Glove gang.
“Finish your kailan, and get going.” She snapped impatiently.
“Hai(yes), Dai Si Je…” and I grabbed the chopsticks, and banged the table with my left fist.
“Wham !” , “Floosh !” the plate and its kailan contents flew up as I maneuver my chopstick to grab one of the vege.
“Clack ! Clack!” Not so fast, she blocked my chopstick with hers, and the plate dropped back down. “Clang…..ang..ang..” and wobbled a bit before settling down firmly again.
This called for dired actions. I traced my chopsticks in a figure of 8, and concentrated hard. Moving painfully slow, I inched my chopsticks forward.
She cocked her head to one side, trying to hear my movements, but I took great care not to break the air with my chopstick, and inched further. Sweat started to broke out, but I persevered.
After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to reach a kailan, and clamped on it softly, then retraced my movements back towards my mouth.
Another eternity elapsed, before I was finally able to push the vege into my mouth.
“So, sifu had taught you well in his Tai Chi Chopsticks (太极筷) techniques.” She heard me munching, and conceded defeat.
“Seng3 Yong1 (thanks for giving me chance, 承让 )” I saluted her again, before going up to meet Black Don.
To be continued..
case 4 - part 5
Part 5 – Texas Poker
The VIP room upstairs is meant for wealthy patrons who can afford to gamble away more than 200,000 pounds per session. Minimum bet is 100 pounds, way over my monthly food expenses. The poker table is ready, with the cards spread out, faced down. The croupier looked suave with his center parting hair, rimless specs. He is decked in a bishop’s costume, black cloak with red lining, complete with rosary beads. I walked across the carpeted floor towards him.
“Yi si heng (2nd elder brother, 二师兄), bit1 lei3 mou3 yong2 (别来无恙,how are you, )?” I asked Poker Bishop (扑克二).
“Hmmph ! No need to play polite, I’ll still throw you out of the window if you lose !” he snapped.
I sat down, and peeked at my pair of cards, as he began to deal the 5 cards on the table.
The first 3 cards were Ace of spades, King of diamond, and Seven of diamond. His eyes lighted up, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s got a pair of Aces, making his hand to be 3 Aces, much higher than my hand.
“Get ready to lose , kekeke…” He smiled sinisterly as he noticed my drooped eyes, and dealt out the last 2 cards.
Its King of spades, and Queen of diamond.
“Hahaha…I’ve got Full Lou Ace, (Full house) Aces full of kings (3 Aces and 2 Kings) !” he showed off and gloated at me. “Show me what you’ve got, you loser !”
I flipped open my cards, and stared at his surprised look.
“ No ! It cant be ! “ he gasped in his bewildered voice.
“Yes, it is. I’ve got 4 of a kind, 4 kings, and you lose.” I opened my pair of Kings, and made my leave.
I braced myself as I headed up, ready to meet the #1 Heaven King, as my footsteps echoed in the empty stairway.
To be continued….
The VIP room upstairs is meant for wealthy patrons who can afford to gamble away more than 200,000 pounds per session. Minimum bet is 100 pounds, way over my monthly food expenses. The poker table is ready, with the cards spread out, faced down. The croupier looked suave with his center parting hair, rimless specs. He is decked in a bishop’s costume, black cloak with red lining, complete with rosary beads. I walked across the carpeted floor towards him.
“Yi si heng (2nd elder brother, 二师兄), bit1 lei3 mou3 yong2 (别来无恙,how are you, )?” I asked Poker Bishop (扑克二).
“Hmmph ! No need to play polite, I’ll still throw you out of the window if you lose !” he snapped.
I sat down, and peeked at my pair of cards, as he began to deal the 5 cards on the table.
The first 3 cards were Ace of spades, King of diamond, and Seven of diamond. His eyes lighted up, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s got a pair of Aces, making his hand to be 3 Aces, much higher than my hand.
“Get ready to lose , kekeke…” He smiled sinisterly as he noticed my drooped eyes, and dealt out the last 2 cards.
Its King of spades, and Queen of diamond.
“Hahaha…I’ve got Full Lou Ace, (Full house) Aces full of kings (3 Aces and 2 Kings) !” he showed off and gloated at me. “Show me what you’ve got, you loser !”
I flipped open my cards, and stared at his surprised look.
“ No ! It cant be ! “ he gasped in his bewildered voice.
“Yes, it is. I’ve got 4 of a kind, 4 kings, and you lose.” I opened my pair of Kings, and made my leave.
I braced myself as I headed up, ready to meet the #1 Heaven King, as my footsteps echoed in the empty stairway.
To be continued….
case 4 - part 4
Part 4 - “Pung”
I stepped into the mahjong room, choked with smoke and dizzying smells. The waiters flitted from one table to another, serving drinks and clearing away overflowing ash trays. The sound of mahjong tiles hitting the table, and the occasional shouts of “Pung” and “Game” filled the air. All the tables are occupied, save for one in the middle of the room, with only 3 persons. I approach the center table, squeezing myself across the narrow spaces.
“Morning, sam si heng (3rd elder brother, 三师兄 ), sa va?” I greeted the long haired man.
“Mmm, commsi commsa . What brings you here? Finally decided to join our club?” He taunted.
“No, not today, not ever. Let the game begin.” I retorted and sat down opposite Mahjong Knight (麻将三), one of the 4 Heavenly Kings (四大天王)of Black Glove gang.
“Cant wait to lose? Tell you what, if you win, you get to go further upstairs, but if you lose, you gotta leave…and leave behind your right arm. Kekeke….” He grinned sinisterly, and licked his lips.
The game started off in Mahjong Knight’s advantage, and he soon got an upper hand.
“Red Dragon ( 红中),”I discarded.
“Pung !” He shouted.
“White Dragon (白 板 ).” I discarded again.
“Pung ! Haha, I’ve got 2 points now. If you discard the Green Dragon and I win, I'll win with 3 Big Scholars (大三元), and you’ll lose triple, and I want both of your arms ! Hiahahaha…” He laughed hysterically.
“Green Dragon (青发 ).” I discard the tile, and looked him straight in the eye. “Go ahead, win it if you can.” I dared.
“Why you….” His tongue got caught. “Pung ! East Wind.” He threw the tile on the table.
“Kong !” I shouted.
“West Wind ! “ he threw it out.
“Kong !” I yelled.
“North Wind ! Eat it if you can !” he yelled back.
“Kong again! “ I hollered. The tide turned to my advantage now.
“Dang….” He cursed as he picked up his tile.
“You seemed like you just picked up South Wind, “ I chuckled.”And if you throw that out, I’ll complete my Four Winds of Happiness (大四喜), and you’ll lose double. Hehehe…” I snickered.
“Not a chance ! Yat Man (ten thousand,一万 ) !” he kept the South Wind, and threw out the Yat Man tile.
“Sorry pops, I game on that tile.” I said, and snatched Yat Man from the table.
“What? You’re not preparing for Four Winds of Happiness?” he answered dumbfoundedly and stunned.
“Four Hidden Pungs of East, West, North Wind , Gau Man (Ninety thousand, 九万)and Yat Man as the “eye”. The 3 Winds that I konged are to divert your attention from my main preparation, 4 Hidden Pungs (四暗刻). You lose triple.” I pushed down my remaining tiles, and beamed triumphantly. Sun Tzu’s Art of War on “Hiding your real motives, and faking your moves (实则虚之，虚则实之 )” sure works this time.
“Better luck next time.” I said as I made my way upstairs.
Note : sa va= how are you? (in French)
commsi commsa= so so (in French)
to be continued..
I stepped into the mahjong room, choked with smoke and dizzying smells. The waiters flitted from one table to another, serving drinks and clearing away overflowing ash trays. The sound of mahjong tiles hitting the table, and the occasional shouts of “Pung” and “Game” filled the air. All the tables are occupied, save for one in the middle of the room, with only 3 persons. I approach the center table, squeezing myself across the narrow spaces.
“Morning, sam si heng (3rd elder brother, 三师兄 ), sa va?” I greeted the long haired man.
“Mmm, commsi commsa . What brings you here? Finally decided to join our club?” He taunted.
“No, not today, not ever. Let the game begin.” I retorted and sat down opposite Mahjong Knight (麻将三), one of the 4 Heavenly Kings (四大天王)of Black Glove gang.
“Cant wait to lose? Tell you what, if you win, you get to go further upstairs, but if you lose, you gotta leave…and leave behind your right arm. Kekeke….” He grinned sinisterly, and licked his lips.
The game started off in Mahjong Knight’s advantage, and he soon got an upper hand.
“Red Dragon ( 红中),”I discarded.
“Pung !” He shouted.
“White Dragon (白 板 ).” I discarded again.
“Pung ! Haha, I’ve got 2 points now. If you discard the Green Dragon and I win, I'll win with 3 Big Scholars (大三元), and you’ll lose triple, and I want both of your arms ! Hiahahaha…” He laughed hysterically.
“Green Dragon (青发 ).” I discard the tile, and looked him straight in the eye. “Go ahead, win it if you can.” I dared.
“Why you….” His tongue got caught. “Pung ! East Wind.” He threw the tile on the table.
“Kong !” I shouted.
“West Wind ! “ he threw it out.
“Kong !” I yelled.
“North Wind ! Eat it if you can !” he yelled back.
“Kong again! “ I hollered. The tide turned to my advantage now.
“Dang….” He cursed as he picked up his tile.
“You seemed like you just picked up South Wind, “ I chuckled.”And if you throw that out, I’ll complete my Four Winds of Happiness (大四喜), and you’ll lose double. Hehehe…” I snickered.
“Not a chance ! Yat Man (ten thousand,一万 ) !” he kept the South Wind, and threw out the Yat Man tile.
“Sorry pops, I game on that tile.” I said, and snatched Yat Man from the table.
“What? You’re not preparing for Four Winds of Happiness?” he answered dumbfoundedly and stunned.
“Four Hidden Pungs of East, West, North Wind , Gau Man (Ninety thousand, 九万)and Yat Man as the “eye”. The 3 Winds that I konged are to divert your attention from my main preparation, 4 Hidden Pungs (四暗刻). You lose triple.” I pushed down my remaining tiles, and beamed triumphantly. Sun Tzu’s Art of War on “Hiding your real motives, and faking your moves (实则虚之，虚则实之 )” sure works this time.
“Better luck next time.” I said as I made my way upstairs.
Note : sa va= how are you? (in French)
commsi commsa= so so (in French)
to be continued..
case 4 - part 3
Part 3 – Checkmate
An elderly man in long sleeve shirt, and thick glasses sat on a stone stool, playing chess on the stone table by himself. Normally, i wouldnt bother about such ah peks, as they are a dime a dozen, but this guy is different. He is blocking the access to the staircase up. And he is someone i know.
“Greetings, sei si heng (4th elder brother, term refered to a senior in a martial arts school) ( 四师兄)” i greeted him. “Have you forgotten that Sifu told us that what goes around, comes around ? Why are you still working for Black Don?” i questioned.
“Hah, dont get me started about Sifu and his “karut”(old fashioned) ideologies. Pui !” He shot back, and spitted on the ground.
“Even if he doesnt punish you, you will get your punishment sooner or later.” i tried to talk some sense into him.
“Pui ! Who are you to lecture me? The old fart cant do anything to me now. Huh !” he spitted again.
“ (sigh..) Ok, suit yourself. I have no time to argue, I need to see your Boss.” i gave up on him.
“ You know the rules, you have to get the permission from us Four Heavenly Kings (四大天王) first. Now sit down and see if you can beat me in chess.” He glowered at me.
“Ok.” and i sat down opposite him.
The chess is played halfway, and White is at a disadvantage. The Black Rook is about to checkmate the White King. It will be difficult to defeat him, as his chess prowess is well known, and thus got his nickname Chess Rook (棋王四).
“Mate in 5 moves, hiehiehie...” he snickered.
“Pawn to e4.” i made my first move.
“Rook eats pawn.” he responded.
“Knight to e5.” i countered.
“Rook eats Knight. You are just throwing your pieces away. Hah !” he sneered.
“Bishop to e6.” i badgered on.
“Rook takes Bishop. Hahaha....” he started to laugh triumphantly.
“Queen to e7.”
“Rook takes Queen. You're done for in next move !” he yelled.
“White Rook to f8. Checkmate.” i move my piece next to his Black King, and finished the game.
“What? How can that be?” he hollered.
By sacrificing my pieces, i succeeded in making his own piece block the only escape route of his King. I also made use of his arrogance and over confidence. Sun Tzu's Art of War mentioned : Proud soldiers must lose. (骄兵必败). A general should maintain his cool at all times, and not be swept away by temporary gains. Lose a battle, but win the war
He stood up, and stared at me angrily while i made my way up the stairs.
To be continued...
An elderly man in long sleeve shirt, and thick glasses sat on a stone stool, playing chess on the stone table by himself. Normally, i wouldnt bother about such ah peks, as they are a dime a dozen, but this guy is different. He is blocking the access to the staircase up. And he is someone i know.
“Greetings, sei si heng (4th elder brother, term refered to a senior in a martial arts school) ( 四师兄)” i greeted him. “Have you forgotten that Sifu told us that what goes around, comes around ? Why are you still working for Black Don?” i questioned.
“Hah, dont get me started about Sifu and his “karut”(old fashioned) ideologies. Pui !” He shot back, and spitted on the ground.
“Even if he doesnt punish you, you will get your punishment sooner or later.” i tried to talk some sense into him.
“Pui ! Who are you to lecture me? The old fart cant do anything to me now. Huh !” he spitted again.
“ (sigh..) Ok, suit yourself. I have no time to argue, I need to see your Boss.” i gave up on him.
“ You know the rules, you have to get the permission from us Four Heavenly Kings (四大天王) first. Now sit down and see if you can beat me in chess.” He glowered at me.
“Ok.” and i sat down opposite him.
The chess is played halfway, and White is at a disadvantage. The Black Rook is about to checkmate the White King. It will be difficult to defeat him, as his chess prowess is well known, and thus got his nickname Chess Rook (棋王四).
“Mate in 5 moves, hiehiehie...” he snickered.
“Pawn to e4.” i made my first move.
“Rook eats pawn.” he responded.
“Knight to e5.” i countered.
“Rook eats Knight. You are just throwing your pieces away. Hah !” he sneered.
“Bishop to e6.” i badgered on.
“Rook takes Bishop. Hahaha....” he started to laugh triumphantly.
“Queen to e7.”
“Rook takes Queen. You're done for in next move !” he yelled.
“White Rook to f8. Checkmate.” i move my piece next to his Black King, and finished the game.
“What? How can that be?” he hollered.
By sacrificing my pieces, i succeeded in making his own piece block the only escape route of his King. I also made use of his arrogance and over confidence. Sun Tzu's Art of War mentioned : Proud soldiers must lose. (骄兵必败). A general should maintain his cool at all times, and not be swept away by temporary gains. Lose a battle, but win the war
He stood up, and stared at me angrily while i made my way up the stairs.
To be continued...
case 4 - part 2
Part 2 – Black glove
I reached Esther's place, and comforted her. Scouting around the place for clues, i only managed to find a black glove. Picking it up gingerly with my forensic glove covered hand, i put it in a clear plastic bag. A peculiar mark on the glove caught my eye, and made me jumped.
“What is it?” Esther noticed my surprise and ask worriedly.
“Oh, its nothing, i just think i may have found some clues.” I told her. But inside my mind, i'm telling myself, this cant be, no, its too unreal. But a famous detective once said, after eliminating all the possibilities, whatever is left, however improbable, is the truth. And i believed in it.
The black glove belongs to a member of the infamous Black Glove gang, headed by Black Don and his henchmen. He is far more sinister than White Don, who seemed like a kid compared to Black Don himself.
“Tweet, tweet”, my hand phone rang. Its Big Dog James, my police friend.
“Sticky, don't stick your head into this, its far more than you can swallow this time.” he cautioned.
“No, this time, its personal.” “Click” i shut off my handphone.
After consoling Esther again, i headed off to the headquarters of Black Glove Gang.
I reached Neikkoh association building in the suburbs. The whole palce is decked in flags of different colors - bright red, yellow, green ; seems like there's a diety's birthday. Weaving thru the thick incense smoke, and people packed in front of the stage show, i arrived at the back door staircase.
To be continued...
I reached Esther's place, and comforted her. Scouting around the place for clues, i only managed to find a black glove. Picking it up gingerly with my forensic glove covered hand, i put it in a clear plastic bag. A peculiar mark on the glove caught my eye, and made me jumped.
“What is it?” Esther noticed my surprise and ask worriedly.
“Oh, its nothing, i just think i may have found some clues.” I told her. But inside my mind, i'm telling myself, this cant be, no, its too unreal. But a famous detective once said, after eliminating all the possibilities, whatever is left, however improbable, is the truth. And i believed in it.
The black glove belongs to a member of the infamous Black Glove gang, headed by Black Don and his henchmen. He is far more sinister than White Don, who seemed like a kid compared to Black Don himself.
“Tweet, tweet”, my hand phone rang. Its Big Dog James, my police friend.
“Sticky, don't stick your head into this, its far more than you can swallow this time.” he cautioned.
“No, this time, its personal.” “Click” i shut off my handphone.
After consoling Esther again, i headed off to the headquarters of Black Glove Gang.
I reached Neikkoh association building in the suburbs. The whole palce is decked in flags of different colors - bright red, yellow, green ; seems like there's a diety's birthday. Weaving thru the thick incense smoke, and people packed in front of the stage show, i arrived at the back door staircase.
To be continued...
case 4 - part 1
Part 1 – Kidnapped
“Hachoo !” I sneezed, and tried to steady my hand on pouring tea for Tomato. Its good to have bak kut teh at Taman Rashna , Klang, the best i've tasted so far, with her.
“Nice of you to meet me up finally.” I smiled at her.
“Hahaha....” She laugher her trademark lafter, which seemed to carry away all my weariness, but not laziness. “Yo...you're so loh soh ( 罗嗦,long winded) !” she chided.
“Hehe..” I just grinned sheepishly. What can i say, to a gal who looks much cuter in person than her online photos? “When will you come back to be my girlfriend?” I teased her.
“Ni3 Deng3 Jiu2 Jiu3...(你等久久,You wait long long)..” her stress on the last word sent goosebumps on me.
“Riiing...Riiing...” Funny, that sounds like my house phone.... “Riiing...Riiing...” Wait...it IS my house phone !
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the ceiling, with the phone still ringing. Man, it's just a dream ! I mean, tomato so busy lately that she doesn't even respond to my online advances, how can she possibly meet me? I clambered up and wiped my saliva as i dragged myself across the hall to answer the phone.
“Helo..” I croaked.
“Sticky ah? Is that you? Big trouble ! My son, Bruce's been kidnapped !” cried Esther.
“What? When did that happened? Where?” i woke up immediately.
“At my house, i came back to find my house in a mess, and Bruce missing...”she said worriedly.
“Wait, hang on, i'm coming over. Gimme half an hour.” I put down the phone, and rushed over to her place at Yellow Fort.
To be continued....
“Hachoo !” I sneezed, and tried to steady my hand on pouring tea for Tomato. Its good to have bak kut teh at Taman Rashna , Klang, the best i've tasted so far, with her.
“Nice of you to meet me up finally.” I smiled at her.
“Hahaha....” She laugher her trademark lafter, which seemed to carry away all my weariness, but not laziness. “Yo...you're so loh soh ( 罗嗦,long winded) !” she chided.
“Hehe..” I just grinned sheepishly. What can i say, to a gal who looks much cuter in person than her online photos? “When will you come back to be my girlfriend?” I teased her.
“Ni3 Deng3 Jiu2 Jiu3...(你等久久,You wait long long)..” her stress on the last word sent goosebumps on me.
“Riiing...Riiing...” Funny, that sounds like my house phone.... “Riiing...Riiing...” Wait...it IS my house phone !
I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the ceiling, with the phone still ringing. Man, it's just a dream ! I mean, tomato so busy lately that she doesn't even respond to my online advances, how can she possibly meet me? I clambered up and wiped my saliva as i dragged myself across the hall to answer the phone.
“Helo..” I croaked.
“Sticky ah? Is that you? Big trouble ! My son, Bruce's been kidnapped !” cried Esther.
“What? When did that happened? Where?” i woke up immediately.
“At my house, i came back to find my house in a mess, and Bruce missing...”she said worriedly.
“Wait, hang on, i'm coming over. Gimme half an hour.” I put down the phone, and rushed over to her place at Yellow Fort.
To be continued....
2009
it's been awhile, with dec busying with work and bro's wedding,jan with CNY, feb post cny blues, meeting up senior (and bowled over by her charm, personality and infectious lafter ;-) ), and work.
will update some posts later.
a nice day to all :D
will update some posts later.
a nice day to all :D
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