One: Dead folks do not enjoy any pleasures

PRELUDE (1) ‘’Seven hundred and fifty United States dollars, Joe, is a lot of money- by any calculations, especially mine. A woman cannot live on sex alone you know,’’ Judy said heatedly as she unstrapped her sexy red lacy bra. After taking it off, her firm slightly sagging breasts vibrated as she moved about, agitatedly, in the room. Joe Pondani followed her with his eyes from the large double bed where he was lying on his back - already undressed except for his pants. ‘’Nor can a woman live on a man’s sweet promises alone,’’ she continued as she put on a sheer pink nightdress, ‘’ it’s tomorrow or never; and I mean it, Joe.’’ There were times that Joe Pondani thought he had outclassed himself – as his mother would say – when he took in a posh, expensive, and sophisticated woman like Judy as his mistress. ‘’Well, I don’t know. Like I have already told you Judy dear…’’ he began uncertainly.&nbs

Two: Never underestimate the greed of a woman

PRELUDE (2)The Major checked his third step then went limp. Joe twisted the knife, to make sure, and then pulled it out. He then pushed the limp body into the room below. He quickly searched the dead body and found what he wanted. He was looking for the emeralds. They were contained in a rectangular box inside the dead man’s jacket. He opened the box and whistled quietly to himself. Joe was no precious stones expert but, even to him, at only seven hundred and fifty U.S dollars, the Major had been robbing himself blind. One and a half million dollars would have come close to the mark.Putting the box in his hip pocket, he closed the door and went back to the bar where Judy was waiting with barely concealed anxiety. ‘’How did it go?’’ she asked anxiously.‘’How else could it have gone? The poor man stood no chance – he never even knew what hit him,’’ he said sarcastically. He threw the box c

Three: The power behind your boss

The city of Lusaka becomes 'alive' at night--or so they say. On this cool summer evening, the famous Cairo Road, the heart and soul of the city - center, was crowded with the usual idlers. There were some window shoppers and of course, the inevitable arm-in-waist love birds that you will find in any city, the world over, on a cool summer evening, like this one.At the main post office, a metallic grey Peugeot 505 saloon car branched from Cairo Road into Church Road. There were two men in the car; both of Indian origin."There will be hell to pay over this and heads will roll. " Riding shotgun, the passenger said to the driver." Well, " the man driving said, shrugging indifferently, " the old man is sure bound to blow his top, that's for sure. And by the time he i

Four : No loose ends

Richard Nyangu was the newspaperman who was giving Mr. Pyramus his current spate of nightmares. He was the man that was asking too many awkward questions.On this bright and hot, summer afternoon, he was dining at the Paramount Hotel in Kuomboka.The Kuomboka restaurant, situated on the fourteenth floor of the hotel, offers a panoramic view of the city of Lusaka. This is one of its biggest attractions.The scenery and view were, however, lost on the couple occupying the corner table. Richard Nyangu and Beatrice had been the early arrivals for lunch, and still showed no sign of leaving. In the meantime Richie was saying; "...but still, wouldn't you agree Beatrice that there is some truth in the rumor going around that there is a lot of emeralds, cannabis, and mandrax smuggling going on in town?""Well, I have heard the rumor, just like anyone else," she replied indifferently. "Don't YOU think that there is an element of truth in i

Five: As long as the price is right

Outside the Hotel, Richard got into his Honda Civic Saloon car and drove away. Had he looked into his rearview mirror, he could have seen a metallic grey Peugeot 504 car pull out from the front park and follow him.Richard drove casually through the town center. In Cairo Road, he parked his car in front of CENTRAL AFRICA TODAY magazine. The weekly magazine had offices in Zambia, Malawi, and Zimbabwe.The metallic gray Peugeot parked one hundred meters down the road.Richard pushed the swinging doors open and entered the ever busy-looking office, with reporters and people always going in and out. He asked the young lady at the in queries desk if the Editor- in - chief, Mr. Cohen was in."Yes, Mr. Nyangu, he is in."" Occupied?""No. Please go right in," she said.He knocked at the door labeled WILLIAM COHEN, EDITOR IN CHIEF, ZAMBIA BRANCH."C

Syndicate Games のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

One: Dead folks do not enjoy any pleasures

Two: Never underestimate the greed of a woman

Three: The power behind your boss

Four : No loose ends

Five: As long as the price is right