THE PROSECUTOR
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In Red Town, there is a guiding principle that states you must either kill or be killed. The smartest will not necessarily be the last to be kicked out, but one thing is certain: you must keep an eye on your own back. That is why, on what appeared to be another ordinary day in the lives of two people from different walks of life, everything changed when they met in court as a prosecutor and a suspect. Defying all evidence and releasing a suspect who was supposed to be imprisoned for life, Liam Fox's life took a turn for the worse the day she met best Actor Oliver Noah through the 'singlet' case, but were things really that simple? Oliver Noah returns to Red Town five years later with a new identity, determined to protect the woman who saved his life from the pit. Will they be able to put a stop to the alarming rise in criminal activity in Red Town? OR Will their ongoing conflict lead to love? Find Out......... ******************************************** THIS BOOK ALSO CONTAINS OTHER MATURED STORIES THAT HAVE BEEN COMPILED FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE. PLEASE KINDLY RATE, COMMENT AND SHARE MY BOOK. I PROMISE TO MAKE IT WORTH YOUR TIME. THANKS A MILLION.
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THE PROSECUTOR Epilogue
The HitmanIt was odd to me that so many people hated the quiet so much that they felt compelled to fill it with noise. They’d talk just to hear a voice, turn on a radio to not feel so alone or tunelessly whistle to fill some void inside of themselves. I accepted this reality but it was bizarre to me. Solitude and silence were old friends of mine. Not making a sound was a habit that was beaten into me as a youth. There were countless times that stillness kept me alive when movement would have resulted in my death.Ellie had a ramshackle shed in her backyard. I was surprised that it hadn’t yet collapsed. I sat in the darkness, my back to its rusted wall and waited. Time ticked by and a part of my mind remained alert while I thought of my son. Children are resistant. He was a shy but intelligent boy. It took him a few hours to finally begin to open up to Ellie’s brother and sisters but within a day they were as thick as thieves.The man was loud, clumsy and carried a stink of cannabis a
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part13
The Drug MuleThis was the closest I’d come to seeing Ahmad panic. He was giving me directions, telling me where to turn and when.“They ... They have Jibril. In a madrassa somewhere. He’s going to ... When they find out, they’re going to take my son and ... Ellie, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I have to go back to his home. I have to end this.”“The first thing you need to do is calm down. Which madrassa?”“I don’t know. Don’t you think that would be the first question I had?”“Okay, listen, you can’t be flipping out here. They’d have to trust the person that runs the madrassa or have something over him, right? Can you think of any place that fits that bill?”“They wouldn’t ... My school. Where I was chosen. He funds it. He wouldn’t use the same school, would he?”“Why not? It worked once. Where is it?”“I told you, I grew up here. It’s in Old Lahore.”Reaching over, I took his hand while I drove with the other. “Let’s go get your son.”We pulled up outside a well-maintained bui
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part12
The HitmanWe didn’t speak more frequently and nothing outwardly changed, but it seemed that Ellie was more at peace as we left Murree. There was a long drive ahead of us, so I was determined to take a relaxed approach and find a hotel close to the city. We could deliver her package in the morning. I pulled the car over when we were about halfway down and walked over to a streetside merchant who was selling gulab jamun, the dessert balls so common in the area. When I purchased two bags, Ellie reached over to take one. I lifted it up out of her reach.“No, that one isn’t for us.” I waved the one in my left hand. “This one is.”“So, who’s that one for, then?”I pointed with my chin. “Them.”She looked across the street and saw the gathering monkeys. Letting out a squeal, she checked for traffic and then ran across the street. Ellie looked young and joyful and it made me smile. Admiring the view as I sat on a large rock, I tossed her the paper bag. She’d pull out the treats slowly, one b
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part11
The Drug MuleAhmad kept pushing me to hurry up in the morning that we were going to leave. I felt oddly conflicted. The sooner that this was over the sooner I could get back to the kids and be clear of Sergio. On the other hand, the sooner we were done, the sooner there would be no link between Ahmad and I. He came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, and sat next to me on the bed.Tears weren’t threatening, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were. I stared at the TV, ignoring the breakfast he’d had delivered. Ahmad watched for a while and I heard the confusion in his voice when he spoke.“What on Earth is this?”“Ren and Stimpy. Sophie loves them. She can watch them all day long, every day.”“They are ... very bizarre.” He ran his hand through my hair. “I understand. You will be back with them soon. You can have your California sushi and watch odd cartoon animals with the children and forget all of this. Go take your shower.”I was conflicted and angry and sull
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part10
The HitmanThere were people I knew in Kabul. I could speak to them about what to expect at the Pakistan border. I wasn’t delaying. I wasn’t trying to spend more time with Ellie. I was just being a professional. We would spend an afternoon there while I made some inquiries and re-established contacts. Maybe overnight, but certainly no more than that. There were a few places that I could show her, but that was incidental. I was going to complete the job, get the rest of my pay and figure out what to do about my son. And divorce Ellie. Why had I forgotten that? We needed to divorce.As promised, we had plenty of food to take with us in addition to our refilled water bottles. Although I was restricting my movement due to my ribs, I still felt uncomfortable due to inactivity. My muscles ached to be used, and not just in the way that they were last night. I usually run at least 50 kilometers a week, but I couldn’t exactly get up, tell someone that I was protecting that I’d be back in a whi
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part9
The Drug MuleI think I killed him. He was going to kill us, so I shouldn’t feel like this, but that wasn’t helping. After all of Sergio’s training, I was still a wreck after possibly killing someone who needed killing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, but that might have been adrenaline. I was having difficulty thinking, so I just listened to Yusuf and did what he said.There was something missing in me. Something that kept me tethered to the real world. I kept losing that attachment to the every-day and seeing the kids would reaffirm why I was doing all of this. Mac and cheese with chopped up hot dogs with them was better than haute cuisine in the best restaurants with anyone else. I needed to see Ashley, Danny, and Sophie. I needed to feel their hugs and to know that they were real.The best parts of me were slipping away and I needed the kids so damned much.I should have been back in California, flirting with some jocks, avoiding keggers and getting my degree. Instead, I was in th
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part8
The Drug MuleHe wasn’t kind during the weird fake wedding, but he was at least respectful. It seemed to matter to him somehow and it was difficult to keep thinking of him as this strange other. He was a man, not some stoic killing machine. When I saw him looking so sad and then playing with the children something inside of me changed and I couldn’t put my finger on it. That initial shifting deepened and expanded. He wasn’t just a man, he was someone with a background, a history and someone who had a soft spot for children.His running around passing the ball and laughing made me think of my siblings and I wondered if he had any kids.It was well after dark when we stopped. He used both of the large petrol cans and we pushed on for as long as possible. He had a knack for looking the same regardless of what was going on around us, but even I could tell that he was exhausted. Our stopping had only been for bodily functions and his praying. We were parked behind a small ridge, out of sig
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part7
The Drug MuleZehra took me out back and helped me bathe with a bucket and a hose. The water was freezing cold, but I was grateful for the opportunity to be clean again. She had brought shampoo, conditioner and body wash. When I first took off the abaya, she gasped.“You are not pregnant?”I laughed. Of course I wasn’t pregnant. “No,” I said, taking the backpack off and putting it down. “Not pregnant.”“Clever girl,” she said, grinning. She helped me strip down to my bra and underwear. Thankfully, the back of the store was abandoned, and we were given cover by the cars parked there.“Thanks for this,” I said, working the shampoo into my hair.“Your American dollars does much for our family. I am happy to bring you everything you need,” Zehra said. We shared a smile.After bathing, I wrung the water out of my hair, dried myself thoroughly with a towel and got dressed in the clothes for the passport pictures. It matched the fashion of that time, an early 90’s loose blue suit with a long
THE PROSECUTOR The Drug Mule. Part6
The Drug MuleWe drove by Sabiha Gokcen International Airport and found it overflowing with more worms, and with them was the police, trying their best to arrest the gang. There were cops everywhere. The driver changed our course, moving us from the airport back onto the main streets, taking us further and further north.“Where are we going?” I asked.“Need somewhere to lay low.”“And where’s that?” I asked.“Confidential.”I snorted. “I can see everything, you know.”“Use that scarf to blindfold yourself,” he said.“What? No,” I said, and a moment later the smile was wiped off my face. A Glock was pointed right at my forehead.“Do as I say.”I held up the pistol, pointing it back at him. “Try me, asshole.”The car screeched as he pulled over. He turned around on the seat, grabbed the pistol gripped in my hand and yanked it to his forehead. My finger hovered over the trigger.“Shoot,” he said, his eyes burning. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. “Never point a gun that
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The Prosecutor is a mystery/thriller novel telling the story of two people who forever changed each other's lives. In Red Town, you have two options; kill or be killed, therefore, you must stay alert. A prosecutor Liam Fox and actor Oliver Noah meet in court. Although Oliver's a suspect, defying evidence urges Liam to release him, saving him from life imprisonment. Unfortunately, after meeting him, her life takes the wrong turn. Five years later, Oliver returns to Red Town with his new identity to protect his savior. How will the events unfold? Read the novel to find the answers.
